Big Nick Energy (Bringing Home Trouble)

7. Blanca

7

Blanca

“Oh god,” I moaned. His mouth suckled and nipped at my neck as I stretched out, giving him an all-access pass to my skin.

I loved when he kissed my neck. I loved when he kissed me anywhere. Lips so talented they turned me into a puddle of goo. Kissing Nick was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I wasn’t a shy, blushing never-been-kissed virgin. I mean, I was a virgin. Not because I had been waiting for some guy to fall in love with; it had just never happened. It had never felt right to do anything more than kissing someone.

But I had never been kissed like Nick did.

Nick’s kisses were a million times better than anything I had ever experienced. I had a wild imagination thanks to the smutty books I secretly read, but even those could have never prepared me for the magic Nick’s mouth was capable of. After kissing in his movie room, which I couldn’t believe he had, we watched the rest of the movie. By the time the credits had scrolled, Nick had a smile on his face and said he got it.

I knew he would.

It was a great movie. It had a little of everything, but mostly, it had a lot of heart. We were about to start watching another movie, when we noticed the time. I had work in the morning, and it was late. I had secretly hoped he would ask me to spend the night. I know how bad that made me sound, especially after a first date, but I would be lying if I didn’t say I had a pair of extra undies and a work shirt in my purse, just in case.

Instead, he took me home and walked me to my door before kissing me once again. Ending that kiss had sucked, but he knew I had to work the next morning and wanted to make sure I slept okay.

I wasn’t sure when he had added his number to my phone, but I had woken up to a good-morning text the next day. We texted throughout the day, and I was excited to see him when I got out of work. Once again parked next to me. This time, though, he had me follow him back to his place.

When we walked in, I noticed a cute little basket filled with goodies and a card on top with my name on it. When I looked at him, he simply nodded and led me over. The basket was filled with Christmas-printed pajama pants, some of my favorite snacks, and even face masks I liked to use, not to mention a hoodie. He told me to choose a pair of pants and go change. When I came out, he was in a matching pair, and I laughed.

It was adorable. Slightly dorky but adorable, nonetheless.

We went into the movie room, where he had me pick another Christmas movie as he brought out dinner for us. The man knew how to cook. Chicken Parm was one of my favorites, and everything about his had been perfection. And I told him that, too.

After we finished dinner and started the movie, it wasn’t long before I found myself back on his lap, making out once again. I’d taken my uniform polo off and was in the tank top I had worn underneath when I changed into the pj pants. I learned quickly how talented his hands were. They teased me, making my skin break out into goose bumps when they kept sliding beneath the cotton material.

“Nick,” I moaned. I was ready. I knew this. I wanted him. I liked him a lot. If anything, I knew I was more than in like with Nick Marsh—I was in love with him.

“This feels good,” I whispered. “I want you, Nick.” I licked his lips before pulling on the bottom one. His sounds of appreciation were clear, not to mention the hard length beneath me.

“Blanca, god, baby girl, love how you kiss,” he groaned, dipping his head into the crook of my neck. “You have no idea how badly I want you.”

“Mmm,” I moaned.

“Haven’t been with anyone since I first saw you,” he groaned, and for some reason, I stilled. Something about that made me need to pull away.

“What?” I licked my lips as I tried to catch my breath. There was something about the way he stared back at me that I loved. Like he wanted to cuddle me and devour me all at the same time.

“I haven’t––“ I put a hand up because my head was drunk on lust and unable to process his words. Not completely. Because if he was saying what I thought he was saying, I’d melt right there on his lap.

“On Thanksgiving, you mean?” I asked. He shook his head. The silence between us drew out longer, and I blinked. Was he really saying what I thought he was saying? “Since we met my senior year?” I hardly recognized my own voice. Heat pooled between my thighs. There is no way, right?

“What do you think, Blanca?” His voice sounded scratchy. My hips moved on their own accord, but his hands gripped them tighter and his body locked tautly in place.

“I don’t know,” I answered, surprised at how steady my own voice sounded. “You’re older. You’re a man. For all I know, you could have been with?—"

“I’m gonna have to stop you there, baby girl.”

Baby girl. Why did the term of endearment make my nipples tighten under the soft-thread tank top? Why couldn’t I stop thinking about him in a different way? Why did I want to call him something, too? Something I was afraid would weird him out.

“I’m a man. You got it right there.”

“Men have needs,” I cut in, trying to make my point. He’d said he’d been waiting, and maybe emotionally, he had been.

But physically? A man like Nick Marsh? A man who dripped big dick energy had to have sex. And a lot of it. There was no way he could have been celibate since we’d met. My face heated up as sweat started to form on the back of my neck.

“Men have needs,” he repeated with a darker undertone, then his tongue swiped his bottom lip, but his eyes? His eyes never wavered from mine. “You have no idea, little girl.” He hefted me up, and before I knew it, we were up and I was in his arms. With my legs around his waist, he carried me like I weighed nothing.

“Men, real men, might have needs, but they also have self-control,” he informed me calmly, almost too calmly, as he walked through the theatre room and living room.

I might have been the one who was being carried, but my breathing felt choppy. The blood in my body felt like it rushed and roared in my ears.

“Mr. Mar?—“

“Nick,” he corrected. His soft caramel-toned eyes darkened as he kicked open the door of a bedroom.

Not that I looked anywhere but him. Not when he stopped walking and my upper body was pressed against a wall. His head dipped down, his body pressed close, and my hips squirmed trying to get him back where I wanted him.

Where I need him.

But he didn’t press that large part of himself against me. I knew it was costing him to keep that space. I knew if I wanted to, I could have pushed him back. He would set me down and give me space. I knew it in my bones. I wasn’t scared of him, not even a little bit.

I wasn’t even worried about everything I felt when it came to him.

His gaze bore into mine. His nose flared sexily. Like he was this big bad animal trying to contain himself from going feral. And that’s when I noticed it. Something had changed in that intense smoldering heat reflected in his stare.

“Or daddy, if you want,” he whispered roughly. I trembled. There was no stopping it. My eyes shut lightly while I soaked in the heat of his body, the fact he was so close yet too far.

And he had called himself daddy. He knows.

Or by some kind of weird fate, we both were into the same kink. That’s when I felt his forehead skim against mine. His breath tickled my lips.

“That’s what you want to call me, isn’t it, baby girl?” My eyes opened and my mind couldn’t grasp what I was seeing. His hands tightened around my ass cheeks, and even through the flannel, I could feel his hold on me tighten.

“Nick,” I rasped. My chest rose and fell like I had gone on a long run. I couldn’t lie. I did want to call him that. I’d always fantasized about it. It felt like the word could easily tumble past my lips like the rightest possible thing.

“A man, a real one, is like a predator in the jungle,” he started to say in a warning tone. I stilled. Anticipation sparked through me. “When he sets his sight on what he wants, what he needs, it doesn’t matter how long he might have to wait. Nothing or no one will satisfy the hunger he feels deep inside.” His nose ran along the bridge of mine, and I shivered. My body felt like it was lit up, like a line of Christmas lights. Twinkling and dancing to life.

“I haven’t been with anyone.” The tortured tinge in his voice made me melt. “The only one I could think about, the only one my body gets excited for is you, baby.”

“Daddy,” I whined. The word slipped past my lips, and he touched them in the briefest, lightest kiss.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, and I loved the praise. It made my feet feel lighter, almost like I could float up in the air. “My beautiful, sweet girl,” he rasped before kissing me. If I’d thought his kiss was amazing before, that one left the last couple in the dust. His firm yet gentle mouth was demanding.

Hungry.

Talented.

It was endearing with the way his hands shook slightly before he pulled my tank up and over my head. Then his mouth was once again on my neck.

“Nick,” I panted.

“Say it, baby,” he encouraged, his raspy tone making my pussy flutter. “What do you want to call me?”

“Daddy,” I whimpered and then cried out when he bit my shoulder.

“So fucking sweet. So fucking mine,” he growled, the sound vibrating against my flesh.

His mouth dropped to my breasts, and just like with everything I had seen him do, he did it with confidence. I had chosen a lacey soft pink bra without any lining just in case I got a chance to see him today. And oh god, I was glad I had planned ahead. His mouth licked through the lace. The heat and pull of his mouth zipped through me, and I felt the spark between my legs. I was wet and needy. Squirming against his abdomen, wishing he were wearing fewer clothes.

“Daddy,” I cried when he started to really suck on my nipples.

“Fucking like that, don’t you, princess?” he rumbled.

“Yes,” I hissed.

“Yes, you do, my sweet little forbidden princess,” he rumbled. “You tempted me too much. Do you have any idea how hard it was to stay away from you?”

“But you didn’t,” I started to argue, but the words died on my tongue when he moved to the other side. “You were always around. At my job. The movies.” I gasped as he moved to give my other breast the same attention.

“Fuck yeah, I was,” he groaned, pulling my nipple deeper into his mouth. The wet heat made my toes curl.

“Nick, oh god, that feels so good.” He pulled the lacey material down, and my back arched. I thought the friction of his mouth against the lace and my breast was good, but nothing, nothing felt as good as his mouth on my skin. “Daddy!” I cried out, tightening my legs around his waist.

“Be good, baby girl,” he demanded against my flesh.

His teeth teased my rigid nipple, and I gasped for air. His mouth closed around my nipple and pulled so beautifully, so deliciously I was worried I’d come just from that. It was embarrassing with how wet and close he got me just with some simple foreplay.

My hands dropped to his head, holding him to me as he moved from one to the other again, giving my other breast the much-needed skin-to-skin attention it needed. I’d never been so turned on. When his face looked up at me, I realized I was no longer wrapped around his waist. My feet were on the ground. Before I could ask what he was doing, he lifted me up, back in his arms, only this time like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold.

“Daddy. More,” I whispered, and his nose touched mine.

“Patience, baby.” He looked torn the moment we were beside his bed. “This wasn’t what I brought you here for. I am more than okay with waiting––“

“What if I’m not?” I cut him off. His jaw clenched, and he pressed his forehead against mine. “What if I want more?”

“Blanca.” He sounded torn. Tortured.

“I want you. I’ve always wanted you, Nick. I’ve been waiting so long for you, Daddy.”

“Princess…” My hands cupped his face as we searched each other’s eyes.

“You tried to stay away, but you didn’t.”

“Baby—“

“You didn’t. You’ve been around. I thought it was coincidence, but it wasn’t, was it?” He shook his head. “Daddy was watching me. Taking care of me from afar,” I whispered. My chest rose and fell. Every nerve ending felt like it was awake and sparking. How the hell hadn’t I put it together before? Or maybe I had, and I’d been waiting for him to make the first move?

“I had to. You were mine, and I needed to make sure you were safe.” My lips pulled up.

“Thank you, Nick. I…” love you. Those two words hung from the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t say them. “I want you. Please, Daddy.” Whatever he saw made him set me down.

“My beautiful, forbidden little princess,” he murmured when his hands moved from my hips up the line of my arms then resting over my shoulders. “You’re so tiny. Delicate.” He licked his lips, and my own parted.

“Daddy,” I whispered. “It’s always been you for me. I—“ I shook my head, my brows bunched. “It’s why I couldn’t with Noah and?—“

“Shh.” He shook his head. “Right here, right now, there is no reason to bring anyone else in. It’s just the two of us.” I loved that. God, I loved that so much my eyes misted up.

I stepped back until my legs touched the mattress, and without another word or waiting for him to instruct me, I made the first move. I reached behind me and undid the pink lacey bra. Holding it in front of me with one arm, I pulled the straps down my arms with the other.

“Blanca.” He pulled me back into his arms, my arm between us. “Before you give me the beauty that is you, there is something you have to know.”

“What?” My heart felt like it was going to pop out of my chest. His hands moved up from my hips to my face. There was so much tenderness in his touch and gaze I swayed closer.

“I want you, princess. Every part of you, and that includes—“ He swallowed. His Adam’s apple, prominent and proud, bobbed. One of his hands glided down to my chest and rested over my erratic heart— “This here.” My heart stuttered. “I’m a fucking possessive bastard. I didn’t think I was, but with you, everything is different. I want you. Not for a while but forever.”

“Forever?” I repeated and licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. “That’s a long time,” I added softly, and his eyes softened. This wasn’t a hookup. It wasn’t a situationship or a fling. Forever.

“If I could ask for more than that, I would.” The sincerity in his voice was jarring. And so beautiful I had to bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from crying. “Don’t cry, sweetie.” I leaned into his touch and sniffled.

“I’m not. I want you, Nick.”

“Baby, I don’t think you get what?—“

“I do. I want everything with you, too.” And I did. “I never thought this could happen. That we would be so…”

“So what, princess?”

“So right for each other.” I swallowed. “All the fantasies in my head, all the daydreaming and wishing the last year and a half…”

“Yeah?” he asked roughly.

“This is better than all of that,” I blurted out quickly. “Yesterday and today. I want everything with you, Nick.” I was laying it all out for him.

I didn’t even recognize myself at that moment.

So vulnerable. Wearing my heart completely out on my sleeve. Risking it all. It wasn’t like me. Not because I was doing something I didn’t want to do, but the opposite. I was finally safe and comfortable enough to be that open. It feels freeing.

“Fuck.” His husky whisper tickled my lips before he rested his forehead against mine. “How the hell am I supposed to take you sweet and soft after you said that shit?”

“You’re not.” I shook my head, pulling back and straightening my body. “I want you however you want to give it to me.”

Without looking away, my dark eyes locked with his light brown ones, and I took my bra completely off. The lacy material fell to the ground, and before I could overthink or worry about the imperfections of my body, I tugged on my pajama bottoms, the ones that matched his, and when I went to pull down the matching soft pink lacy panties, his hands reached for my hips. My skin felt over-sensitized. I loved his hands on my skin, the roughness of his calloused palms.

“Leave them on, baby,” he instructed. My nipples tightened at the bossiness in his voice.

“Okay,” I whispered, feeling breathless.

“Good girl,” he praised before I lost his gaze. I felt his eyes like a caress as he soaked in the sight of me in nothing but pink lace. “Fuck, baby.” He swallowed before ripping his own white tee off and showing me his bare chest.

“Wow,” I accidentally whispered. He was built strong and solid. His body a work of art covered in a pelt of dark hair that I couldn’t wait to touch. So, I didn’t. Bolder than I ever had been, I took the step between us, letting my hand stroke his chest. He felt so good. So solid and warm. And mine. All mine.

“You’re so beautiful,” I noted with awe in my voice. Now that the walls were down, I couldn’t stop myself from letting him know exactly how I felt and what I thought.

“You’re the beautiful one, baby girl. Come here.” His hand took mine, and half a second after he sat down on the edge of his bed, I was on his lap. “Are you sure about this, Blanca?”

“I told you?—“

“I know.” His jaw clenched. “But I need you to be sure. Completely. If you give me you, I promise I won’t let you regret it. I will work to make you happy. Anything to make you—“ I placed my fingers on his lips.

“We both will,” I cut him off. Our happiness wasn’t on his shoulders.

“One more thing to talk about, yeah?” I nodded, and his brows bunched slightly. “The daddy/princess dynamic?—“

“I like it,” I quickly answered, cutting him off again.

“Baby—“

“I do. I read a lot. I’m not the most experienced, but… this is something I’ve always been into. And if I’m being honest, and hopefully won’t freak you out, Nick, I’ve always thought about you like that,” I confessed, and the vibe around us changed.

The air felt hotter, thicker.

Electric.

“Good,” he said darkly. “I like it, too. It can be our thing behind closed doors or more. You pick that. We do what feels right. Something is too much or not what you are feeling, we talk about it, okay? Nothing is off limits with us, is that understood?”

“Yes.” I nodded, loving how easy it was to talk about this. My face felt hot. Not with embarrassment but with anticipation.

“If I say something or do something that doesn’t feel right?—“

“I’ll tell you,” I promised, and I meant it.

His hand stroked the top of my thighs, and I shivered. “Daddy,” I whimpered.

“Open your legs for me, princess,” he ordered, and I felt myself grow wetter. “Show me what you’ve been keeping safe for me.” God, that was hot. My thighs parted and my eyes dropped to his hands on my skin. “You’re so fucking pretty. When did you think about daddy, baby?”

“At night,” I whispered. He made a growly sound that felt like it vibrated through his chest. I leaned in closer, soaking in his body heat and loving the way his hairy chest felt. “I’d think about you touching me. Making me…” Heat coursed through my body. “Making me come.”

“And did you touch this?“ His hand moved between my legs. But instead of grabbing me, the outside of his fingers stroked my soaked panties. “Did you touch your pretty pussy when you thought about me?” My breath hitched, and I nodded quickly. “When did that start?” His question made my face heat up.

God, this was so wrong yet so good.

“I shouldn’t tell you that,” I whispered. His head leaned in closer, and his arm wrapped around my waist tighter, but he didn’t move me from sitting on his thighs.

“Why?”

“Because I was with––“ My voice died into silence. His eyes cast a glow. They were more yellowish than caramel in that moment as he pieced it together.

It’d always been Nick for me.

Even when I tried to deny it to myself. I hadn’t known him, we barely knew one another now, but my soul seemed to know his.

“Hmm,” he grunted his approval. “That’s a good girl. Always thinking about daddy. Only daddy.” I shivered at his words. “Open wide, princess,” Daddy ordered. I could have fainted right then and there from how turned on I was. Is that even a thing? Getting so horny you faint? Looking at Nick, I knew if it was, it would be with a man like him. I spread my thighs like he’d asked me to, and he rewarded me immediately. Nick’s hand brushed the seam of my lacey panties.

“Such pretty, pink panties. Tell me, baby girl, did you pick out these pretty panties and bras hoping daddy would see them?”

“Yes,” I admitted on a short breath.

“Good girl.” Nick’s nose brushed against mine. “You wanted to see me today.” I noticed his breathing was flowing, shallow.

“I always want to see you,” I confessed.

“Fucking hell, baby girl,” he growled. His talented, thick finger pulled on the gusset of my panty, moving the material aside.

The cool air made goose bumps rise on my skin, but I didn’t blink. My gaze was set on his while he touched me. His light touch as he caressed my pussy lips made me want to squirm, but I didn’t move. I didn’t dare.

“So wet,” he mumbled to himself. His nose flared again, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob. “You’re so damn soft, princess. Shit,” he cursed under his breath. I moaned.

Finally, was all I could think.

I knew how ridiculous that sounded. It had only been three days since he had stopped by and this whole thing had somewhat started, but it felt like I had been waiting forever to feel his touch. My whole body felt hot and alive, and all I could think about was him fingering me. Filling me up, getting me off with his hand and then something bigger. Thicker.

“Daddy,” I squeaked, and his lips twitched.

“You like it when I touch you, Blanca?” he asked, his lips touching mine. Sipping and nipping lightly with featherlight kisses.

“Yes,” I moaned, resting my forehead against his.

“What did you do when you touched yourself late at night thinking about daddy?” I tried to focus on the conversation, but it was hard. Especially when it seemed like my hips had a mind of their own. I gyrated against his fingers, trying to get closer with more pressure. My eyes widened when his fingers left my pussy, and he took hold of my hand.

“Show me,” he ordered with an edge to his voice.

“Show you?” I whispered. I felt like a fish out of water. I’d never done anything like this, not even close. He nodded slowly.

“Be my good girl, Blanca. Show me how you touched that pretty, little kitty late at night when you thought about me.” Heat coursed through me.

“Will you––“ My eyes dropped to the hard bulge rubbing the side of my thigh.

“You want daddy to show you how he played thinking about you?” I nodded. I couldn’t string together the three-lettered word. I was drunk off Nick and the possibility of what lay ahead tonight.

With one hand still around my waist, the one on my hand left, and I watched as he pulled his cock out from the waistband of the pajama pants. He was beautiful and terrifying all at once. I’d known he would be big. I might be a virgin, but there was no way Nick Marsh could be the way he was, with that confidence and sex appeal, without having something pretty big between his legs.

“You’re so big.” The words tumbled past my lips on accident, but I wasn’t embarrassed about it. The BDE radiated from him with every breath he took. But looking at him? How thick and long and beautifully curved he was? The tip red and mottled and angry, already wet with droplets leaking out, I had no idea how he was going to fit inside of me. He must have sensed my worry because he rested his forehead against mine.

“We’ll fit,” he promised quietly. I blinked and nodded. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.” I swallowed, not sure if I believed him. I’d heard horror stories about how painful it was that first time.

Yet, with him, in his arms, on his lap? I knew Nick would take care of me. Always, a little voice chimed. Hope bloomed to life that maybe, just maybe, that was an actual possibility.

“Now show me, princess. Daddy will give you what you want, but you gotta show me, too.”

“Okay.” I nodded.

My hand moved between my legs, the gusset stretched and pulled to the side. For some reason, he had made it a point to keep my panties on, and there was something kind of sexy about still wearing them. My eyes fluttered shut as I rubbed my clit.

“You like that, baby?” His lips brushed my temple. The heat of his breath excited me. “You like touching that pretty little button of yours for daddy?”

“Yeah,” I whimpered. My insides felt like they were simmering, close to boiling over with heat and glitter.

“Such a good girl for me. Keep rubbing. Show me how you got off all this time.”

“God, Daddy, this feels so good,” I whimpered, leaning into him.

“Keep going, pretty girl,” he gritted, his words a demand I didn’t even think about questioning. I kept rubbing myself. Pressing my clit with just enough pressure before opening my thighs a little wider. My eyes opened to look at Daddy stroking himself. My middle finger dipped in little by little as my hips started to move.

“Fucking hell,” he panted. “I can see from here how wet you are. Jesus, I can smell you. So fucking sweet, baby,” he grunted. My eyes moved to his face. Taut and stern. And sweat started to foray at his brow.

He was so big.

Like a warrior ready to take on anyone who got in his way. One who would protect me, always.

“Daddy,” I whimpered, and something in his eyes changed. It was like something snapped, and before I knew it, I was no longer on his lap. He lifted me and made me straddle him.

“Rub that pretty pussy against my cock,” he gritted through his teeth. His scruffy jaw clenched.

“Nick!” I cried out as my hips did his bidding. I was so wet he glided perfectly against me. The friction sent sparks of colors through my body. “You feel so good, Daddy.” I had no idea where the dirty words were coming from, but they flowed easily. Organically.

“Good girl. Just like that.” His hands held my waist tightly. So tightly I wouldn’t be surprised if I found his fingerprints bruised on my skin when this was over. If I was being honest, I hoped they would be. I wanted anything and everything to remind me of this moment.

“Nick, please don’t stop,” I pleaded. He rocked against me carefully, not shift us to line us up so he wouldn’t bump my entrance.

We held on to each other.

Clinging tight.

My nails dug into his shoulder muscles while I basked in the overwhelming tornado of new sensations. His thick chest hair rubbed against my breast in a way that made me get wetter. Needier. We shared the same breath while we kissed, wet and deep. Our teeth clashed against one another. We rocked against each another. But for some reason, even though it felt so good, I couldn’t get myself to come. Not yet. It was like my body craved more. It needed to be filled by him.

“Fuck me,” I whimpered. “Please, Daddy. I need you inside me. Fuck me,” I shamelessly begged. I was wound up so tight, needing something I knew only he could give me. Knowing that we had already crossed a line my body could never recover from. I was ruined by a little dry humping.

No one but Nick would ever be able to get me off.

“No,” Nick clipped. His jaw clenched, and once again, I was surprised by his strength. He lifted my body up and twisted his own to drop me on the bed like I weighed nothing more than a sack of flour.

“Daddy,” I whispered, but I lost sight of him. The moment my body bounced on the bed, he dropped to his knees and pulled my legs down. He dragged my body to the edge of the mattress before raising my legs up and over his shoulders. I was just about to lift my body up on my elbows when his face was there, and my back arched off the bed.

“Nick!” I screamed. His wide, rough tongue licked me. One long, firm swipe from my entrance to my clit and back down again.

He didn’t stop.

He kept going.

The feeling was so new, so different, so good. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I couldn’t get myself to open them and look at him. Not when I basked in the beauty of his mouth on me, and when he licked a different hole, one I had always thought would be weird to have any kind of attention on, my voice cracked.

“Taste so fucking good,” he grunted. His finger moved and slowly started to enter my pussy. My head dug into the mattress, the soles of my feet into his shoulders.

“Nick!” I cried, but he smacked the side of my ass.

“What do you call me, princess?” he growled.

“Daddy,” I moaned.

“Good girl.” He rubbed the sting out of my flesh and started to finger me while his mouth gave my clit very close attention.

“Oh my god.” I was too close.

My cheek pressed into the mattress, and suddenly, I wasn’t on my back. He flipped me over, putting my body on all fours, but when I looked behind me, prepared to find him lining his body up with mine to finally take me, he surprised me. Still on his knees, his face went between my legs, and my head dropped the mattress.

“Oh god!” My muffled cries sounded loud in my own ears.

“Daddy! Daddy! Oh yes!” My high-pitched chants should have embarrassed me, but there was something bout Nick that made me feel so comfortable even when doing something new.

“Fucking hell, look at you.” His head pulled away, and when I glanced at him from over my shoulder, he seemed almost entranced by the view. “So fucking pretty,” he said with awe in his tone. “All mine. All of this is mine, princess.”

“Nick.”

“Tell me. Tell me it’s all mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Every hole,” he groaned.

“Every part of me, Nick. I’m yours, Daddy.”

“Shit!” He licked me again before rising off his haunches. “Get on your back, baby girl,” he instructed quietly. And like his good girl, I did as he asked.

With nothing but love and longing in his gaze, he kissed my knees. Then the tops of my thighs, up to my belly button. There was something entrancing about the way he slowly made his way up my body and covered mine with his before hauling the two of us up higher on the bed, making sure my head was on top of a pillow.

“You still with me, princess?” he asked after a tender kiss.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Nick’s lips pressed against mine. My body stilled because he had just been going down on me, and I had never tasted myself. Almost like reading my thoughts again, he started to speak. “Don’t shy away. Taste yourself,” he ordered, and I did. We kissed, my taste and his tongue.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, like he was in pain. “Sweetest honey I’ve ever had.” I melted at his compliment, and I kissed him with more enthusiasm. I didn’t taste bad. Tangy and maybe a little sweet.

“Will you let me taste you?” I pulled away and asked, my head fuzzy with lust that made my body throb like a live wire.

“Fuck, baby, don’t say shit like that,” he strained. “Not till after I take you.”

“Why?”

“Because just the thought of this pretty mouth,”—he rested his body weight on one arm, his other came up between us, and his fingers brushed my lips—“on my dick has me ready to bust.”

“Isn’t that the point of?—"

“Princess, daddy’s a grown man.”

“I know that.”

“As a grown man, I should be able to control myself. I’m not some one-pump chump. I can’t come. Not yet. Not until I’m inside you.” His thumb moved between my lips, and I sucked on it. Looking into his eyes while I suckled his thick thumb made me feel squirmy. I felt empty. I needed to be filled, and only Nick would do.

“Daddy,” I murmured against his thick thumb.

“You’re going to take me. I’m going to feed your tight little kitty this dick.” He lined himself up against my entrance. I could feel just how hard and hot he was. Yet his skin felt soft. Like metal wrapped around the finest velvet.

“I need you,” I whined impatiently.

“You’ll have me when I say so, little girl,” he muttered against my lips. “Lift your hands, baby.” I did as he asked, and before I knew it, he had both my wrists clasped in one of his hands.

His hips ground down, and my legs widened to make more space for him, and I moaned. Good god, he felt good. So good my toes curled. But he wasn’t done with me. By the look in his eyes, he wasn’t even close. He thrust forward, and a gasp caught in the middle of my throat. He moved so slowly everything in me burned. The crown of his dick was impossibly thick and wide. So girthy, tears sprung in my eyes. But I held on to the hand that was holding mine. Connected to him even if I felt like I could sink into the feelings he made me feel, I knew I couldn’t drown. He wouldn’t let me.

“Daddy,” I panted, pressing my chest against his, my back arched up trying to take him deeper, not that he let me.

“Daddy’s going to take care of you, baby. Always. Always, princess,” he vowed his promise, one that was easy to trust in. To believe in because it came from him. “All you gotta do is lie there and take me. I promise I will will make it feel good for you.”

“Nick.” I swallowed, but I didn’t know what to say. Everything I felt sounded like it would be too much to admit.

Thankfully, his lips touched mine, searing me with a soul-shattering kiss. One that distracted me just enough. He inched in, stopping at the thin barrier I’d saved for him.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “I can feel it. Your cherry, baby.” His head lifted. Daddy’s gaze was intense and smoldering and so damn penetrating I felt like he could see me. Every part of me. Every inch. The good, the bad, the annoying.

Yet he still wanted me.

“Always,” he whispered, making me realize I’d said the words out loud. His mouth touched mine, and before his tongue dove into my mouth, his cock jerked forward and a cry sounded from me as he thrust deep inside me, breaking through my virginity and stretching me around his thick cock.

“Daddy,” I whispered as his hand tightened around my wrist. Beads of sweat grew at his hairline.

“So tight, so perfect. Fucking hell, princess. I’m home.” He was. Nothing had felt more like home than that moment.

“Love me,” I gasped, begging for so much more. “I need you, Nick.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” I squeezed and relaxed my inner muscles and watched him grit his teeth. “Blanca,” he warned, but I didn’t need his selflessness.

I needed him to claim me.

I felt so connected to him in that moment, and it was more than just because he was inside of me.

“I can take you,” I panted. “Made for you,” I whispered. I’d adjusted to him. The sting of pain slowly ebbed away as something else bloomed to life as his hips moved a little.

“Fuck yeah, you were,” he mumbled. His head fell into the crook of my neck.

His body, a work of art and testament to working out hard, not only in but out of the gym, worked mine. In and out, his hips pulled and worked me up, and with every thrust, it felt like I could take him easier, like this warm pleasure started to coil up inside of me.

“Nick, oh god! Nick, baby,” I gasped.

“Take me,” he strained. “Fucking hell. Your pussy is so tight. I have no idea how you’re taking me without breaking you in half, sweetheart.”

“Daddy,” I panted. Nick’s hand let go of my wrists. The moment I was free, I wrapped them around his shoulders, pressing my body as close as I could. Slowly getting used to the foreign feeling of having him inside of me. I had no idea how he could feel so good.

“Shit, baby,” he croaked, and I squeezed. “Just like that. Milk my cock, baby girl.”

“Nick!”

“Taking you raw. Bare. Didn’t ask you if I should wrap up because there is no way anything could ever be between us.”

“Oh god!” The back of my head pressed deeper into the pillow. I loved how he felt inside me. Right or wrong, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Even if it meant lifelong consequences.

“Nick, oh god! Nick!” His hand moved between us, and my breath hitched higher. His talented fingers started to rub my clit.

“Baby,” he panted, rubbing counterclockwise circles against my clit. He switched direction when I started to feel close.

“Daddy,” I whined, frustration clear.

“Trust me?” he asked, and I nodded.

“With everything,” I whispered. His gaze darkened.

“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 thing of 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.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Trust me. I got you, princess,” he promised, his voice gentler. I lifted my hips and straddled him, lining the head of his cock up with my entrance. Slowly, I dropped down and winced. There was a pinch of pain that surprised me.

“I didn’t think it would hurt again,” I whimpered and felt his hands tighten on my thighs.

“You got this. Be my good girl. Ride me. You’ll get used to me soon,” he huffed, and I nodded.

I slowly sank down. Taking him inch by inch, loving the bit of pain that swirled with breathtaking pleasure. This angle was so different than what we had just done.

“Just like that,” he groaned. His hands left my thighs and grabbed the sides of my face. “Ride me, princess, give daddy that pussy.”

“Yes, Daddy!” I moaned and did just that.

Slowly, I started to move, up and down. Carefully finding a rhythm, one that he helped me find, and before I knew it, I caught fire. I bounced on him like I’d done it a million times. His hands felt like they were all over my body at once.

“Baby, oh god! Daddy!” I cried as that thing inside of me started to coil up tight, ready to explode. “Daddy! Nick! Please. Please.”

“Fucking hell, look at you! Such a good girl. You look like a goddess on top, riding me like that.” He pinched my nipples before taking one into his mouth. My head fell backward.

“Come for me. Come for daddy, Blanca.” Like the princess I was, I did like I was told.

My back arched as my body dropped, taking him in deeper. His pelvic bone rubbed against my clit, and I lost sight of him because stars burst behind my eyes. I felt his hands wrap around me, his hips thrust up, and not a minute later, I felt him come inside of me again. His wet, hot, sticky release flooded my pussy, dripping out, but he held me close, making my head rest on his chest, his arms curled around my back.

“Stay,” he breathed roughly. “Stay here. Let me stay inside you.” I nodded, holding on tight, enjoying how good he felt still inside me, feeling little jerks of his cock, almost like he couldn’t stop coming.

My sense of time disappeared as my eyes drifted shut and exhaustion took hold of me. I had no idea how it was possible, but I actually fell asleep with him still hard and thick inside of me. And just as I drifted off, I hoped and prayed this wouldn’t be the first and only time this happened.

“Forever, princess,” I thought he murmured. I wasn’t sure because I fell asleep, so it could have been part of my dreams with how sweet it sounded.