Page 46 of Naughty Nicky

Iwake up wrapped in blankets on the couch. I don’t remember falling asleep. I stretch my legs, and a burning sensation flits across my ass.

Oh, that’s right, Nick spanked me so hard until I was begging him to fuck me earlier. The last thing I remember is cuddling in his arms. I must have fallen asleep. The lack of sleep last night is taking its toll on me. We were up until at least four in the morning. Having the best sex of my life.

If there is one thing I didn’t know about Nick Snow before, it’s that he can fuck like a rock star.

I roll over and wince at the pain in my ass but try to ignore it has much as possible as I sit up. Nick’s book is on the coffee table, so he must have been here for a while with me. I don’t even know what time it is.

I start to go looking for my phone when I hear the sound of the front door downstairs open and close. Nick must have been outside plowing like he said he was going to do.

I wait for him at the top of the stairs, watching as he strips off his snow boots and snow pants. My jaw nearly drops as I take him in, as he starts taking off the thermal shirt he was wearingunder his jacket. My mind still cannot wrap the fact around the idea that this Adonis of a man stripping before me at the bottom of the stairs is mine.

At least for now he’s mine. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll get to call him that, so for now I am going to relish in it.

He must sense me hovering at the top of the stairs because he stops what he is doing and looks up at me.

“You enjoying this?”

I nod aggressively.

He smirks at me and then slowly strips off his sweats until he is standing in just a pair of black boxer briefs. I chew on my lip and wish I was chewing on his. He is literally the perfect specimen of a man.

“I can smell your wet cunt from here,” he growls.

My cheeks flush at his words. I never thought he would be the type to dominate and take control, to talk dirty and possess a woman. But he is all that and more.

“Well maybe you should come here and find out if that’s true or not.”

“You’re insatiable, woman.”

“You made me this way.”

A sense of pride takes over him. “Good. I’m the only one who should ever make you feel this way.”

The word mine flits through my brain again. I wonder if he feels that too. This incessant need to call me his.

My legs are trembling as he climbs the staircase. Unsure of which version of him I am going to get right now. The hand necklace version or the spanking version. I’ll take either. I don’t really care. I just know that I want the man so badly right now. He’s right. I am insatiable, but I did mean it when I said he made me this way. It took so little time too. I was never like this with Derrick. Sex was never something that I felt I needed. Butwith Nick, I crave it. I crave him. Like he is the blood that flows through my veins.

He gets to the top of the stairs, standing on the last step so we are a little closer in height. I hold my breath, waiting for him to touch me.

“You make a terrible wall.”

I shrug.

“Are you going to move?”

I shake my head.

“You think I am going to touch you?”

“Yes.”

He smirks. “Why do you deserve it?”

Oh god. Is this a new version of him? “Because I’ve been a good girl.”

He grins at me. “Have you?”

I nod incessantly.

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