Page 40 of Naughty Nicky

One second, he is leaning against the door, and the next his mouth is on mine, possessively, just how I wanted it.

He wastes no time taking control of my body, lifting me up so I am forced to wrap my legs around his waist. I think he is about to throw me onto the bed, but instead he slams me against the wall. I yelp as my breath is forced out of me. But he doesn’t react in the way I think he would. No apologies for slamming me into a wall. Instead, he growls as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, sinking his teeth into me, he nearly draws blood. His hand gripping my hip tightens, and I am sure he will leave behind bruises. His other hand slides up my stomach, over my breasts, his fingers plucking sharply at a nipple before his hand is wrapped around my throat, and my breath becomes labored.

I think I let out a caged beast.

“Nick,” I try to gasp as he attacks my mouth, his hand tightening around my throat.

I claw my hands up to his forearm, but I barely attempt to pull him away. I don’t know if it’s from lack of oxygen or the fact I am getting wetter by the second. There is some eroticism in breath play that I never knew existed. Probably because I’ve never tried breath play before.

His mouth latches on to mine, his tongue seeking mine out in a poor game of cat and mouse. I don’t even try to stop him, stop the force of his entire being on my body. I just let him take me.

A moan slides out of my mouth between my labored breaths, and I feel him smile against my lips just as his hips thrust up into my core, letting me feel every hard inch of that dick I’ve been thinking about since yesterday afternoon.

“You like this, don’t you?” he mutters against my lips. “You like me taking control of you.”

I can’t even form a sentence as his hand loosens around my throat. I just whimper at the loss of his mouth on mine.

“I told you not to test me.”

A feral sound slips from my lips at his words as I find myself pulling him in closer to me. Wanting him to do whatever he wants to me.

His hips thrust into mine again, and I groan so loudly it echoes off the lofted ceiling.

“For someone with so many words in any other moment, she seems awfully quiet now.” His lips trail over my chin and to my ear. “Is this too much, Penny?”

He says it with such dominance I shudder. Is this really the girl I am? I never back down and been submissive yet here I am crumbling into nothing at the sound of his voice in my ear and the feel of his hands on my body.

His hand leaves my throat completely and travels back down to my breasts, his fingers pinching my hardened nipples. I feel pleasure radiating all the way into my core.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispers softly, almost like an entirely different man then the one from seconds ago.

I shake my head because it’s the truth I don’t want him to stop. I want more of whatever version of Nick this is.

“Such a pretty little Penny,” he growls against my neck before latching on to my skin and sucking so hard I know he’s leaving a mark.

My hands go into his hair, pulling on the ends as I grind against him. “More. I need more.”

He pulls away from me, his chest heaving as he takes in my flushed skin and pert nipples, my breath erratic as I look at him. The pupils of his blue eyes are nearly blown, like I’m a drug that only he can get high from.

“You sure you want this?” he asks me.

I nod because I have wanted this man for years, and now I finally have him.

“This can only be tonight.”

I knew there would be a caveat, but at this point I don’t care. I’ll take just this one moment if it means that I get to feel him inside me.

“Pen, tell me you want this,” he groans.

I nod.

“I need your words, Pen.”

“Yes!” I shout. “I want this. I want you. I want everything you have to give me. Don’t hold back.”

He shakes his head. “You have no idea what you’re agreeing to.”

“I don’t care.”

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