Page 29 of Big Nick Energy

“Blanca.” The emotion was clear in his voice.

“I need more. Harder, Daddy, please give it to me harder. I’m so close,” I pleaded. And that’s when he snapped.

My legs suddenly were no longer hitched over his hips but over his shoulders as he looked down at where we were connected. My hands fisted bunches of the comforter. I looked up at him. He looked so serious, so stern. His lust-filled gaze focused on where we were connected.

“Jesus, that fucking cherry of yours, god, that looks so good on my dick. Your wet honey and blood on my cock.” I should have felt embarrassed, but I didn’t. I liked that he liked seeing me on him. I loved knowing I marred his flesh. I felt him start to thicken. I had no idea how that was possible, but he did.

“Nick,” I cried. “Daddy!”

“Touch your clit, baby girl,” he groaned through his teeth. “Touch yourself. Come with me, princess.” I did as he asked.

Not ten seconds later, I was coming.

I felt it start to build. It had started the moment he slid inside of me, but now, with the powerful thrusts, the way he moved his body, and my own jerking against his, meeting him stroke for stroke, I came. So hard and so high I had no idea how I hadn’t imploded into a million bites of sparkling bits of glitter. Waves of pleasure crashed through me. Muffling my own cries as warmth filled me from the inside out and my name echoed like a prayer in my ear before Nick’s body dropped and covered mine. His mouth hovered over my lips. Aftershocks rolled through me even after the biggest most beautiful orgasm I had ever experienced.

A smile fell over my lips. A soft purr-like sound vibrated through me when I felt his lips tenderly touch my neck before he rolled off me and tucked me into his side. My arms wrapped around his strong middle. My fingers stroked the thick, soft, dark hair. Daddy pulled a blanket, from where I had no idea, but he covered us with it, and I looked up at him.

“What is it?” he asked, stroking my hair.

“Should I go clean up? Umm…” I licked my lips. “I don’t want to get your sheets messy.”

“Baby, there is no such thing as messy when it comes to us. But stay there for me, okay?” He started to get up, and I reached for his hand.

“You sure? I mean, I can—" He shot me a look that had me rethinking my words.

“My girl’s too sweet for her own good. Give me a sec, and we will continue this conversation.” I nodded and watched him move through what I assumed now that I could focus on more than him was Nick’s bedroom.

He opened a door, and from where I lay in his bed, I could see it led to a bathroom. I hated losing him and not having him in bed, but damn if it wasn’t a sight to see him go. The man was built. And it wasn’t just the front of him. His ass was a thingof beauty. Firm and plump. Then his back. My hands actually ached to touch and rub out knots from the muscles of his broad shoulders.

It wasn’t long before he returned, lifting the sheet off my body and kneeling in front of me. In his hand was a warm wet washcloth. “Open up for me, baby,” he requested softly. He breathed in deeply when I opened my legs, and his eyes darkened as he looked at me. There was no hiding anything from him as he pulled my panties down my legs. With the utmost care, he cleaned me up, making sure to be gentle with my tender flesh.

When he was done, I glanced down in front of him and noticed how hard he was again. My sex clenched, and there wasn’t a thing he missed.

“This pussy feeling greedy, princess?” I nodded. His finger dipped inside of me without hesitation, and then he added another. I was sensitive from having come so hard I should have knocked out, but it didn’t mean I was sleepy.

If anything, I was more than awake.

The heels of my feet planted on the mattress as my hips worked in tandem with his fingers.

“Fucking hell, just took this cherry, and look at you. So greedy and cock hungry for more.” He was in awe.

“Please,” I whimpered when he didn’t pull his fingers out. No. Daddy was in a mood.

“Look at you. Swollen and puffy, so damn pink.” He swallowed. “Your cherry still marking my cock, my cum still in this pussy. Jesus.” He drove his fingers faster. Harder. I was breathless.

He drove me to the brink of an orgasm only to stop.

Again, and again, and again. Edging me into a begging mess. I was sweaty, writhing, and squirming before his fingers left my pussy and he got on the bed, rolling me over him,

“Ride me, princess. Ride your daddy,” he ordered. I swallowed hard and looked down at us. A sliver of hesitation crept in.

“I’m too heavy,” I whispered, and his brows bunched.

“The hell you are, baby girl. You didn’t see how I carried you through the house?”

“Nick––“

“Daddy’s got you. Now, be my good girl, princess, and do what I said. Ride. Me.” The last two words were clipped and enunciated sharply.

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