beast was out of his cage. She was going to pay for what she had done. And I knew just how to extract my pound of flesh.
I just had to do it without hurting her.
I could barely speak but I managed one word as I slowly started to slide in and out of her sopping wet pussy.
"Again."
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Melissa
Oh, my God, I thought as the man behind me started moving again. He wanted to do that again? He wanted to make the earth move and the world explode again? Already?
Not that I wanted to stop him. I was too busy feeling to do anything but exist. I couldn’t have formed words at that moment, even if I had wanted to take a little breather. Not with the intense pleasure still spiraling through my body. He drove into me with a delicious little curve of his hips. And just like that, I started coming again.
He cursed roughly behind me and started to fuck me harder. It didn’t hurt, though. Somehow, it made my orgasm even more intense. It was even bigger than the times he had made me come with his hands and mouth. Having his whole body pressed against me and actually inside me was a whole other level. Right now, my whole body felt like a giant nerve ending in the best way possible.
Dear God in heaven. What is happening to me?
I felt like I was melting, breaking apart, and coming back together at the same time. I squealed as my body pulled him deeper, undulating like the ocean inside me. I felt like the ocean. Or the sky. I didn’t feel like a girl anymore. I felt different. It felt like the whole world was inside me.
“Fuck, I can’t . . . I can’t fucking stop,” he groaned as his tempo increased. It felt like there was a locomotive behind me. A relentless machine, bearing down on me. But I wasn’t scared.
I was loving every second of it.
For a while, the only sound in the room was Nick’s ragged breathing and the sounds of our bodies coming together. The soft sounds echoed in the loft, unmistakable for what they were. He stopped moving suddenly, still embedded deep inside me.
"Not yet," he muttered. "Not ready to come yet."
I whimpered helplessly. I was close to coming again. I didn't want him to stop, but I wanted him to come with me, if that were even possible. It seemed like that had happened the first time, but I couldn’t be sure. I felt the first flutters of an orgasm. I cried out as he cursed and pulled himself out of me. Then I was lifted in the air, turned over, and held carefully in his arms. I blinked up at him. He barely looked at me. He just carried me through the loft and kicked open a door. I looked around, realizing we were in a more private room with a giant bed.
He lowered me carefully and yanked his shirt off. His jeans were still on. He kicked off his shoes and shoved the jeans down his thick thighs.
Nick was looking at me now. My God, he was devouring me with his eyes. The heat in his gaze was so intense I could feel it on my skin.
He moved so fast it was almost a blur. He was on top of me, this time face to face. He gripped his cock and angled it so he could plunge back inside me. Only once he was fully embedded did he stop and look down at me.
"Christ . . . fuck, Melissa I'm sorry. I can't stop. I didn't mean to . . . I wanted your first time to be special."
I slid my arms around his neck. He looked miserable. He obviously felt guilty. But he also looked like he wasn't going to stop fucking me anytime soon.
"It was special. It is," I emphasized.
But I wasn’t sure that Nick even heard me. His eyes had already closed as he started to move again. Seeing his face above me made everything even more intimate. I could tell what he was feeling. And he was feeling everything.
He grunted like an animal when my body clenched on his.
"Woman, be careful . . ."
"Hmm?" I asked, temporarily unable to form words.
"I'm trying to be gentle, Melissa. But I'm barely . . . fuck! I'm barely holding on."
"You're not hurting me," I said softly. And he wasn't. I remembered what the girls said. I knew that if I