Page 26 of Big Nick Energy

Yet, with him, in his arms, on his lap? I knew Nick would take care of me.Always,a little voice chimed. Hope bloomed to life that maybe, just maybe, that was an actual possibility.

“Now show me, princess. Daddy will give you what you want, but you gotta show me, too.”

“Okay.” I nodded.

My hand moved between my legs, the gusset stretched and pulled to the side. For some reason, he had made it a point to keep my panties on, and there was something kind of sexy about still wearing them. My eyes fluttered shut as I rubbed my clit.

“You like that, baby?” His lips brushed my temple. The heat of his breath excited me. “You like touching that pretty little button of yours for daddy?”

“Yeah,” I whimpered. My insides felt like they were simmering, close to boiling over with heat and glitter.

“Such a good girl for me. Keep rubbing. Show me how you got off all this time.”

“God, Daddy, this feels so good,” I whimpered, leaning into him.

“Keep going, pretty girl,” he gritted, his words a demand I didn’t even think about questioning. I kept rubbing myself. Pressing my clit with just enough pressure before opening my thighs a little wider. My eyes opened to look at Daddy stroking himself. My middle finger dipped in little by little as my hips started to move.

“Fucking hell,” he panted. “I can see from here how wet you are. Jesus, I can smell you. So fucking sweet, baby,” he grunted. My eyes moved to his face. Taut and stern. And sweat started to foray at his brow.

He was so big.

Like a warrior ready to take on anyone who got in his way. One who would protect me, always.

“Daddy,” I whimpered, and something in his eyes changed. It was like something snapped, and before I knew it, I was no longer on his lap. He lifted me and made me straddle him.

“Rub that pretty pussy against my cock,” he gritted through his teeth. His scruffy jaw clenched.

“Nick!” I cried out as my hips did his bidding. I was so wet he glided perfectly against me. The friction sent sparks of colors through my body. “You feel so good, Daddy.” I had no idea where the dirty words were coming from, but they flowed easily. Organically.

“Good girl. Just like that.” His hands held my waist tightly. So tightly I wouldn’t be surprised if I found his fingerprints bruised on my skin when this was over. If I was being honest, I hoped they would be. I wanted anything and everything to remind me of this moment.

“Nick, please don’t stop,” I pleaded. He rocked against me carefully, not shift us to line us up so he wouldn’t bump my entrance.

We held on to each other.

Clinging tight.

My nails dug into his shoulder muscles while I basked in the overwhelming tornado of new sensations. His thick chest hair rubbed against my breast in a way that made me get wetter. Needier. We shared the same breath while we kissed, wet and deep. Our teeth clashed against one another. We rocked against each another. But for some reason, even though it felt so good, Icouldn’t get myself to come. Not yet. It was like my body craved more. It needed to be filled by him.

“Fuck me,” I whimpered. “Please, Daddy. I need you inside me. Fuck me,” I shamelessly begged. I was wound up so tight, needing something I knew only he could give me. Knowing that we had already crossed a line my body could never recover from. I was ruined by a little dry humping.

No one but Nick would ever be able to get me off.

“No,” Nick clipped. His jaw clenched, and once again, I was surprised by his strength. He lifted my body up and twisted his own to drop me on the bed like I weighed nothing more than a sack of flour.

“Daddy,” I whispered, but I lost sight of him. The moment my body bounced on the bed, he dropped to his knees and pulled my legs down. He dragged my body to the edge of the mattress before raising my legs up and over his shoulders. I was just about to lift my body up on my elbows when his face was there, and my back arched off the bed.

“Nick!” I screamed. His wide, rough tongue licked me. One long, firm swipe from my entrance to my clit and back down again.

He didn’t stop.

He kept going.

The feeling was so new, so different, so good. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I couldn’t get myself to open them and look at him. Not when I basked in the beauty of his mouth on me, and when he licked a different hole, one I had always thought would be weird to have any kind of attention on, my voice cracked.

“Taste so fucking good,” he grunted. His finger moved and slowly started to enter my pussy. My head dug into the mattress, the soles of my feet into his shoulders.

“Nick!” I cried, but he smacked the side of my ass.

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