Page 3 of Live Like Legends

His eyes were closed when he answered me, “yes?”

“T-talk. You a-and m-me.” My words were coming out stuttered as he kept thrusting into me over and over again.

He nodded, but not in a way that told me he was understanding but more like he was distracted by what we were doing to really give me all of his attention. “Talk.Fuck. Okay, right.” He kept his one hand on my face and moved his other one to my thigh, bringing it up higher. The movement now caused me to feel his cock deeper and nearly had me screaming.

I licked my lips, gathering my thoughts. This wasn’t the best time to say any of this, but thereneverseemed to be a right time with this man. “We really need to….fuck…talk about your,yes,right there.”

My words were lost when he took the one hand that was still wrapped around my thigh and started rubbing his fingers along my clit. My orgasm had been starting to creep up on me, but right then I felt myself starting to come. He pulled me in for a deep kiss that had me needing oxygen. My breathing started to even out as he started to pull out, which had me feeling like my opportunity to question him was among us. That was short-lived, when he lifted himself up, grabbing me and flipping me over in one fluid motion so I was on my hands and knees in front of him.

I blew my hair out of my face as he tugged on my panties that hung off my other leg, chucking them onto the floor. He smoothed my shirt out of the way, so he had a full view of my lower back and ass. I looked over my shoulder watching him. Nick spread his whole hand out, palming each cheek. He pressedone of his fingers inside of me, then took it out, putting it in his mouth to taste me again. A satisfied groan left his throat. “You’re so fucking perfect, needy one.” He grabbed his cock, teasing my pussy as he worked himself over my clit and then up to where I wanted him most. I felt him push inside of me, inch by inch, wanting me to feel all of him and all I wanted to do was bury my face in a pillow and take it. He pulled out all the way to the tip and then drove himself back in with no hesitation, starting to create a less casual rhythm than before.

I would regret this…I really,reallyfucking knew I would, but in the long run this would be good for him. At least that’s what I hoped for.

“I really think…oh, fuck, we need to talk about your…fuck, your dad.” I almost felt myself cringe when the words left my lips. Out of all the times I’d brought up what happened in Purgatory and his conversation with his father, I’d never brought it up during sex. It was a risk, but I loved a little risk.

Nick slowed his movements, but he didn’t necessarily stop. I could feel the pressure his fingertips were applying to my hips, while he took in my words as if he was making sure I had actually said what he thought I’d said. “Did you really just bring up my father?”

“Umm, well…” I started, bringing my bottom lip into my mouth as his hips moved slowly, “yes.”

“Why in the fuck did you think right now was the best time for that?” He brought his hand towards the middle of my back and pushed me down, so that my ass was propped up more and I instinctively turned my face so my cheek could rest against the pillow. His cock was still moving inside of me, and I could feel his motions becoming quicker and more persistent.

“You really haven’t…yes, don’t stop, left me with any other options,” I replied in between the moments of pure pleasure he was still bestowing upon me.

Nick held my hips and moved me with him, harder and rougher, as if he was unloading all of his frustrations towards the situation I was trying to mend. My ass hit his pelvis over and over again, but he didn’t let up. “I don’t want to talk about my father while I’m fucking you. All you should be thinking about is how good my cock feels inside that pretty pussy of yours.” His palm landed right on my ass with a loud smack. I nearly yelped in surprise and the stinging quickly dissolved into more need that caused my thighs to tremble.

I started to speak again, but another smack landed on my other cheek and the words got caught in my throat. His bed was starting to shake, and my orgasm was brewing, I could feel it…yet again. I planted my hands on either side of my head, pushing myself up so I could look at him over my shoulder.

“But Nick, I think…”

He reached out and grabbed my hair, pulling me up so that my back was to his front. He leaned down enough so that his mouth grazed the shell of my ear. “Ithinkyoushould focus on coming, like my good girl.” He put his hand between my legs and rapidly began to rub my clit. He was completely obliterating any sort of coherent thoughts I could have, but there was always this tiny piece of reality that settled in the forefront of my mind. No matter how good his dick was, he couldn’t just make me forget.

“Fuck, fuck, Nick, I just seriously think…”

Nick held me in place as he pounded into me in short rapid thrust, wrapping his large hand around my throat and tilting my head up. “Just come for me and we can talk about whatever you want, baby.”

“We both know you’re lying, Nicholas,” I taunted, reaching around, and grabbing the hand that was clasping my throat. He moved harder, but when he looked down at me, he was smirking. It was that look of adoration again with just a hint of annoyance. “But, fuck, I really want you to make me come.” His fingerspressed on my clit as they continued to rub, and I felt my orgasm barrel through.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl,” he praised as I held his hand against the soft skin of my throat. I let my orgasm continue to come in waves and I heard him groan behind me almost like he was in some sort of pain, but I was too far in my sex fog to determine the cause. He pumped into me a few more times before he released all that he had inside of me, resting his head on top of mine and breathing heavily.

I released his hand which he swiftly removed from my sight…which was odd. He bent down to kiss my hair, my neck and both my shoulders, mumbling anI love youwith each kiss. I felt his cock leave me, each and every time making me realize how full he made me feel. He walked back on his knees, pulling his pants back up. Nick shimmied off the bed and headed for his bathroom. I settled back on the bed, searching for my panties somewhere in the giant heap of fucked up sheets and comforter. Once I’d found them, I dragged them up my legs and sat cross legged on top of the sheets.

Nick emerged from his bathroom, immediately heading for his dresser. I narrowed my eyes directly at his back, knowing that he could feel my stare.

“Nicholas?”

“Yeah?” He answered, searching in one of his drawers. He pulled out a fresh shirt, throwing it on top of the wooden piece of furniture and started to remove the current shirt he was wearing.

I cleared my throat and started to mimic him, “‘just come for me and we can talk about whatever you want, baby.’ Sound familiar?”

I noticed his shoulders tense and his impressive back muscles pulled together. He finished getting dressed before turning to look at me. “There really isn’t anything to talk about.I told you everything he said to me, so I don’t really understand why you keep pushing. There isn’t anything for me to say to him.”

I scoffed, “I’m not pushing. I’m trying to understand.” I wagged my finger in his direction. “That’s a load of bullshit by the way. From what you told me you didn’t say much to him at all. I have a really distinct feeling you heard him speak, said some version ofwhat the fuck, dadorhow could you, and stormed out.” I raised an eyebrow expecting him to try to tell me I was wrong.

Nick looked away from me, giving me my answer.

“Ugh, Nick, I’m not trying to…”

“He kept so much shit from me, he fucking withheld things from me about my own mother! The man lied to me, Dani!” He shouted, slamming the still open drawer shut. Ah, there it was.

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