Page 42 of Naughty Nicky

“Fuck, Penny. You’re like a goddamn gold mine. You feel like you were made for me. Molded to fit my fucking cock.”

He slaps my ass so hard I scream but not as loudly as I do as when he plunges back inside of me, deeper than he was before.

I feel like I’m being ripped in two, and I’ve never felt more satiated.

Another orgasm is on the precipice, my entire body engulfed in flames as he fucks me so thoroughly.

He must feel my need to come because he leans over me and whispers into my ear. “Come for me, my sweet Penny. Come all over my cock.”

His hand wraps around my throat lifting my head up at the same time his fingers pinch my clit, and I scream so loudly from the pleasure running through me I nearly black out.

He thrusts into me two more times before growling loud enough to match my own screams as he comes inside of me.

I feel like I’ve been fucked to hell and back. I can’t even keep on my knees as I collapse face first into the blankets. Nick follows behind me, his heavy weight on top of me, but I don’t even care. Because his lips are soft and gentle as they graze my shoulder and make their way up my neck.

I feel the immediate change in him, from the monster that fucked me thoroughly to the man I’ve gotten to know so well in the last day and a half.

“Are you okay?” he whispers into my ear.

I can barely get any words out. I think I just grunt.

He chuckles against my ear, sending tingles down my spine. “I told you not to test me.”

“I’m glad I did.” My words muffled from the blankets.

“Fuck, Penny. I—I just…” he trails off without finishing the sentence, but I know what he meant. Whatever just happened to us was out of this world, and God, I would do anything for it to happen again. That is once my insides stop throbbing. Or maybe that’s just his dick still pulsing inside of me.

He groans as he pushes off the bed, freeing me from the confines of his body. He slides out of me, and I groan into the bed.

He leans over and presses a kiss between my shoulder blades then flops onto the bed next to me.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks, his hands brushing through my hair.

“I’ll let you know when I can move.”

He chuckles, and everything feels so different yet the same. Like this is how things are supposed to be between us.

Silence fills the space between us, but it’s not awkward. It’s comforting. I’m sure he is taking in what happened just like I am. I never thought Nick would be like that. I mean I didn’t really think anyone really acted like that in the bedroom. I thought that was only the stuff that was written in dirty books. But I guess it is real. And I am not questioning how I liked it. I won’t let myself fall down that rabbit hole and turn it into there being something wrong with me. I think he just opened me up to an entire new world of sex and pleasure. Something I would love to explore more of. Too bad it won’t be with him since he said this was just a one-night thing.

“You seem to be thinking really hard over there.”

I look up to meet Nick’s gaze. He’s staring at me intently, and I am sure was watching me like a hawk for the last ten minutes or so as we laid here in silence.

“Not that hard.”

“If you’re wondering if there is something wrong with you because you like rough sex, there isn’t.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Liar.”

“Well not really. I was trying not to think about it, but of course you brought it up, so now that is all I am going to think about.”

He chuckles and rolls to his side. His hand landing on my shoulder, slowly trailing done my arm and up again.

“You’re beautiful, Penelope. I don’t know if you’ve been told that enough.”

I feel my cheeks flush.

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