My head lolls to one side as his mouth claims my neck and my collarbone. I’m so frustrated I can scream. But at the same time, I’m enjoying how he’s making me feel.
“Nick,” I groan loudly, unable to keep it all inside anymore.
The mention of his name is enough to have Nick sliding my panties to one side and pushing a finger inside my pussy. It stills inside me as he looks up to meet my eyes. He then bends forward to place a kiss on my belly before sliding his finger deeper, much to my relief and to my intense pleasure. He’s exploring my inner walls, really massaging me. I want to squirm and to thrust my hips forward at the same time.
Suddenly I stiffen and then squeal as unbelievable pleasure sweeps through me.
“Oh my God,” I breathe as he begins to stroke over a spot I’d always thought didn’t exist except between the pages of a romance novel.
I pant, allowing myself to become consumed by him as he finger-fucks my hole. He slips in another finger, and another, until I feel completely powerless to him.
Without asking, without easing his way, and without an ounce of softness, he pulls one of his fingers from my wet pussy and thrusts it inside my anus. The biting intrusion has me crying out and tensing in his arms.
“A bad, bad girl gets her ass fucked,” he says as he pushes his finger deeper inside. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes, and I… I like it,” I confess, clutching his back as he nibbles my neck, never letting up on his thrusting. He has fingers in my pussy, and a finger in my ass, and I can barely comprehend the sensations rushing through me. Pain and pleasure blends to a point of drugging my mind and body with the need for more.
“Good.”
The moment I settle into the pattern of what he’s doing to my body, he pulls away. He removes my underwear as he goes, leaving me cold and totally exposed for him. My first instinct is to yell at him, to get him back inside me in one way or another, but then another idea overcomes me. I want to give Nick some of the pleasure he gives me. As I bite down painfully on my lip, I know exactly what I want next.
I jump down, pushing him backward until he falls back onto the bed behind him. Ripping his shirt completely off, I have a ravenous desire to taste his body right this very moment.
“What are you doing?” he asks, and I realize he’s smiling while doing so. He isn’t angry that I’ve done something bold, something that switches the power dynamic between us. I know he likes being in control, but this time… even for a second… I’m taking hold.
“Tasting you,” I say.
The smile never leaves his lips or his eyes as I drop to my knees in front of him. I unbuckle his belt and then unbutton and unzip his pants. As I slide them down, his cock springs free to point straight at the ceiling.
With a smile, I lean forward and run the tip of my tongue across his cock.
He moans as his head falls back in sheer ecstasy.
I smile as I continue to tug his pants down his legs, taking a moment to remove his shoes and socks before pulling them completely off and tossing them aside.
“Now, where was I?” I tease, my fingertips lightly walking their way up his legs. His cock jerks, and I watch his grip tighten on the bedspread beneath him. There’s an intense tremble within him, one that makes me feel he’s completely under my control, and that sends a swirling passion through my veins.
I take my time, giving his skin the lightest of scratches as I continue my journey up his body, enjoying the way he squeezes his eyes shut in pleasure. Then, to let him really see where I’m going with my seduction, I run light kisses all over his cock, covering every square inch. The mere feeling of my breath and my mouth upon him, seems to drive him wild, so by the time I wrap my lips around him and take him back in my throat, while flicking my tongue all over him, I can sense he’s about to lose control. Pre-cum coats my tongue, and I purr against his hardened dick, enjoying the musky scent and taste of this man.
He tugs on my arms, and when I mewl, he ignores it and tugs harder. With a sigh, I let his delicious length pop from my lips and allow him to grab me and pull me onto his lap where we can start kissing once more. His mouth is all over mine, and his cock is teasing my entrance, causing me to grow hotter by the second.
I need him. I need him right now, and from the guttural groan that burst from his chest, it seems he needs me just as much.
“Now,” I cry out. “I need you now.”
He flips me onto my back, spreads my legs wide, and those wonderful, magical fingers find my core again.
“Nick!” I hiss, bowing up as they slap against my wet pussy.
“Naughty girls get their pussy spanked,” he says, each word punctuated with its own swat against very sensitive, very needy flesh.
Then he begins to truly drive me wild by nibbling along my inner thighs, giving a gentle kiss and a smack at the same time. It’s a combination of pain and pleasure I’m sure will drive me insane. He doesn’t demand me to beg… he doesn’t have to. All on my own, I begin to plead.
Once again, Nick Hudson is in control. The man is always in control.
“Please… please… please,” I chant my new mantra, my head thrashing, the muscles in my belly quivering, my core swelling and growing wetter with every moment he refuses my heartfelt plea. “You’re killing me!” I cry. Grabbing his hair, I say, “I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me now, I could die.”
“We can’t have that now, can we?”