Page 28 of Big Nick Energy

“You’ll have me when I say so, little girl,” he muttered against my lips. “Lift your hands, baby.” I did as he asked, and before I knew it, he had both my wrists clasped in one of his hands.

His hips ground down, and my legs widened to make more space for him, and I moaned. Good god, he felt good. So good my toes curled. But he wasn’t done with me. By the look in his eyes, he wasn’t even close. He thrust forward, and a gasp caught in the middle of my throat. He moved so slowly everything in me burned. The crown of his dick was impossibly thick and wide. So girthy, tears sprung in my eyes. But I held on to the hand that was holding mine. Connected to him even if I felt like I could sink into the feelings he made me feel, I knew I couldn’t drown. He wouldn’t let me.

“Daddy,” I panted, pressing my chest against his, my back arched up trying to take him deeper, not that he let me.

“Daddy’s going to take care of you, baby. Always. Always, princess,” he vowed his promise, one that was easy to trust in. To believe in because it came from him. “All you gotta do is lie there and take me. I promise I will will make it feel good for you.”

“Nick.” I swallowed, but I didn’t know what to say. Everything I felt sounded like it would be too much to admit.

Thankfully, his lips touched mine, searing me with a soul-shattering kiss. One that distracted me just enough. He inched in, stopping at the thin barrier I’d saved for him.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “I can feel it. Your cherry, baby.” His head lifted. Daddy’s gaze was intense and smoldering and so damn penetrating I felt like he could see me. Every part of me. Every inch. The good, the bad, the annoying.

Yet he still wanted me.

“Always,” he whispered, making me realize I’d said the words out loud. His mouth touched mine, and before his tongue dove into my mouth, his cock jerked forward and a cry sounded fromme as he thrust deep inside me, breaking through my virginity and stretching me around his thick cock.

“Daddy,” I whispered as his hand tightened around my wrist. Beads of sweat grew at his hairline.

“So tight, so perfect. Fucking hell, princess. I’m home.” He was. Nothing had felt more like home than that moment.

“Love me,” I gasped, begging for so much more. “I need you, Nick.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” I squeezed and relaxed my inner muscles and watched him grit his teeth. “Blanca,” he warned, but I didn’t need his selflessness.

I needed him to claim me.

I felt so connected to him in that moment, and it was more than just because he was inside of me.

“I can take you,” I panted. “Made for you,” I whispered. I’d adjusted to him. The sting of pain slowly ebbed away as something else bloomed to life as his hips moved a little.

“Fuck yeah, you were,” he mumbled. His head fell into the crook of my neck.

His body, a work of art and testament to working out hard, not only in but out of the gym, worked mine. In and out, his hips pulled and worked me up, and with every thrust, it felt like I could take him easier, like this warm pleasure started to coil up inside of me.

“Nick, oh god! Nick, baby,” I gasped.

“Take me,” he strained. “Fucking hell. Your pussy is so tight. I have no idea how you’re taking me without breaking you in half, sweetheart.”

“Daddy,” I panted. Nick’s hand let go of my wrists. The moment I was free, I wrapped them around his shoulders, pressing my body as close as I could. Slowly getting used to the foreign feeling of having him inside of me. I had no idea how he could feel so good.

“Shit, baby,” he croaked, and I squeezed. “Just like that. Milk my cock, baby girl.”

“Nick!”

“Taking you raw. Bare. Didn’t ask you if I should wrap up because there is no way anything could ever be between us.”

“Oh god!” The back of my head pressed deeper into the pillow. I loved how he felt inside me. Right or wrong, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Even if it meant lifelong consequences.

“Nick, oh god! Nick!” His hand moved between us, and my breath hitched higher. His talented fingers started to rub my clit.

“Baby,” he panted, rubbing counterclockwise circles against my clit. He switched direction when I started to feel close.

“Daddy,” I whined, frustration clear.

“Trust me?” he asked, and I nodded.

“With everything,” I whispered. His gaze darkened.

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