Clutching the baby monitor in my hand, I wondered what was about to happen. Finding Nick on the couch, watching me over his shoulder, I wished I knew what he was thinking. The only way I could describe his look was as pure lust. Hunger. He wanted me, no arguments about it. Hesitating, I came to stand in front of him.

"Watch a movie with me?" It wasn't a request, him taking my hand and pulling me down. Rather than bringing me beside him, he pulled into his lap. I hissed, my back meeting his. He was hard, right there against me. His lips attacked my neck, completely ignoring the movie playing on the TV. I jerked, his teeth grazing my earlobe. Lucy's baby monitor went onto the couch beside me, freeing my hands to reach back and touch him.

"Is she asleep?" He licked my throat, completely surprising me. He hadn't shaved in a couple days, hair rasping against my sensitive skin. The combination of his hair growth and got tongue was so erotic, drawing a surprised moan from my throat.

"Yes" one of his hands went to my front, spreading over my belly. The tips of his fingers disappeared beneath the waistband of my jeans, an inch from my underwear. It was just his finger tips on my bare skin, but it was setting me alight. My underwear was probably soaked, something he would discover very soon.

"Are her cares finished for the next few hours?" He knew the answer to that, but seemed to need to make sure. He bit my earlobe, making me arch my neck as far as I could reach. I wanted him to have full access, needed him to explore more of my skin with that mouth.

"Yes" his fingers slipped down, going beneath my underwear, trailing through the tuft of hair to get to my clit. I jerked, sensations hitting me violently. I didn't even stop to berate myself for not tidying myself up. He hadn't complained about pubic hair, unlike Lucy's father. Nick seemed to even like it.

"Nick. Yes" I was probably hissing, but I didn't care. He wound his other arm around me, playing with my breast through my shirt. Then it slipped under my shirt, warm skin dragging over my ribs. The hand in my underwear trailed lower, sinking two long fingers inside me and immidiately curling. I cried out, reaching behind me to grab his head again, my other hand gripping his arm. My hips jerked against his hand, another animalistic sound coming don't my throat.

"Fuck. You're so wet. You like this?" He curled his fingers again, rougher this time. I practically sobbed, overwhelmed with sensation. He was rolling my nipple at the same time, making it hard to focus. When he started nipping along my neck, I whimpered. He curled again, rough and hitting the spot that was quickly pushing me over the edge.

"Answer me" he bit me, at the juncture of my throat and my shoulder. I cried out, surprised. I hoped he didn't mind loud lovers, I wasn't a quiet person.

"Yes. Just like that, Nick" he curled again, palm rubbing against my clit at the same time. Adding another finger, he worked on stretching me.

"Is this what you were doing when I caught you? In the shower?" Another curl.

"Yes" I groaned, so close to release. I could feel my belly coiled, ready for my impending orgasm.

"What were you thinking about?" He was breathing heavily behind me, chest practically heaving against my back. His dick was pressing up against me, so hard I could feel it pulsing against my ass. I couldn't wait to feel it inside me.

"You" I came, flying over the edge and clawing at Nick loudly. My hips rotated on their own accord, trying to milk as much pleasure from my orgasm as possible. Nick groaned, fingering me and rubbing my clit until I collapsed against him. Focusing on my breathing, I watched fascinated while he lifted his fingers to his mouth. He was sucking my juices off his fingers, humming to himself.

"You taste good. I'll need to get a lick of that that pussy later. Turn around" I clumsily did as I was told, twisting around to meet his eyes. They were dark and wild; animalistic. He kissed me, easily dominating the kiss. I didn't even mind the taste of myself, too eager to tease him. I felt him beneath me, still hard and pulsing. Unable to resist, I rubbed myself against him. I was still so sensitive from my orgasm, needing to feel him. His hands went to my thighs, holding me as still as he could.

"Fuck. Jess. Stop that. You're sore. That last thing you need is me fucking you. I'll just wank off later" my breathing hitched, images assaulting me. I wanted to see him do it. I wanted to watch him touch himself. Sure, I was still sore- who wouldn't be?- from the other night, but I could handle it. It was just a little bruising, it would be worth it.

Tracing my fingers under his shirt, I grinned when I felt his stomach tense. He was very aware that my hands were close to his erection, and that another part of my anatomy was sitting right on top of him. Slowly bringing his shirt up as my hands traveled higher, I rubbed on his collar bone gently.

"Take this off" gulping, he did as he was told. It was a turn on, watching this massive, powerful man do what I told him. For a few minutes, I wanted to be in charge. His hands returned to my hips, following the curve and dipping in at my waist. Unrestricted, I traced his happy trail until I got the the waist band of his jeans. Then I went back up, watching in fascination as the muscles on his stomach flinched at my touch.

He didn't have a six pack. There was no hard, defined muscles. He had a nice flat, washboard stomach. Massive pecs, combined with massive arms. His ribcage was massive, leading into a barrel chest. It was all smooth, tanned skin. The beauty of having a Spanish grandmother. He and Marie were always tanned.

"Jess. Don't torment me" I grinned up at him, shaking a finger.

"It's my play time. Stay still. Be quiet. I'm going to touch you, see you. Then your going to touch yourself for me, and fuck me" he groaned, rotating his pelvis against me. Sneaky bastard. I wasn't finished playing yet.

Spreading my fingers over his chest, I marvelled at how smooth his skin was. It was like touching a wall covered in silk. Only it was warm, hot even. Burning, really. He didn't have much hair on his chest, and what he did have was fine and lighter in colour. I preferred it that way. I could see his skin. His nipples were hard, little points. They were dark, standing out from his skin. Unable to resist, I flicked one with my finger, delighting when his pelvis thrust against me. Encouraged, I repeated my action. Nick jerked again, shuddering. I glanced up at him, a sly satisfaction on my face.

"You like that?" He groaned in response, eyes closing as I trailed my palms over his chest. His nipples scraped at my hands, begging for attention. I knew nipples were sensitive for women, but never considered it with men. Taking advantage of his closed eyes, I leaned closer and licked one. Then I bit down gently, curiosity driving me. He growled, surprising me with the sound.

"Fuck! Jess. No more" he grabbed the baby monitor, checking Lucy quickly. Standing with one hand under my ass, he headed towards the hallway, pressing kisses against my throat. I clung to his shoulders, loving the feel of them beneath my hands. I could never get bored of those shoulders, so wide and thick. I definitely have a shoulder fetish.

We got to his room, Lucy's monitor going to the nightstand and the door closing. It was still muted on our end, but we could hear Lucy's end. Nick flung me onto the bed, surprising me. I squealed, laughing when I bounced on the bed. He started crawling on, until I shook my finger at him again.

"Nah uh, not yet big boy. Undress" he stopped, backing off the bed and hurriedly shoved his jeans and underwear down in one move, kicking them off. I watched in delight, eyes training on the thick cock that had sprung free. I had forgotten how big it was, beautifully proportionate with his massive body. The balls behind it were heavy, full and ready to empty. I briefly wondered what it would feel like to have him inside me with no barrier, storing the idea away for later. I could always go on the pill.

"Jess" he was waiting for me, I realised. He knew what was happening, about my little control game. He was waiting for an instruction. Such a turn on.

"Touch yourself" I yanked my shirt over my head, pulling my bra off too. Getting to my knees, I shoved my pants and underwear down, sitting to pull them off my legs. He watched me, hunger clear in his gaze.

"Touch yourself, Nick. I want to see that fat cock in your big hands. Let me see" shuddering, he did as I told him. I watched avidly as he clasped a hand around himself, stroking himself steadily. I groaned, unable to take my eyes from his dick. I wanted to taste it, wanted to take as much of him into my mouth as I could- even if I had enjoyed giving head.

"You're a very dirty girl...fuck. Are you enjoying this? Are you wet watching me?" He was practically growling, voice raw and eyes trained on me. I bit my lip, sliding my fingers down my abdomen, slipping a finger through my slit. I was wet alright, more than ready for him. Inserting one finger, I groaned at the sensation. Adding two more, I tried to stretch myself as much as I could. Adding a fourth, I watched Nick's hand tighten. He was enjoying this, speeding up his tempo.

"Fuck" he stopped, striding foreword and climbing on the bed. Flipping me onto my front, he made sure my knees were bent and my chest was smashed against the mattress. He reached beneath the pillows, pulling a condom out. Then he surprised me, slapping me on the ass. I cried out, surprised at how erotic the action felt.

"You like that? Fuck. You really are a dirty girl. My dirty girl. Mine" his possessiveness was back, along with his hand on my ass. He hit me again, closer to my labia this time. I jerked back, practically sobbing in my desperation. I wanted him inside me. He hit me again, this time on my Labia, the sensation pushing me close to the edge.

"Nick. Please. Fuck me. Fuck me" I was begging again, only stopping when he tore the condom package open. He was suddenly there, teasing my pussy lips with the mushroom head of his dick. Then he pushed in slightly, getting a groan from me. It wasn't as painful as last time, but still a tight squeeze. Then he pulled out, hitting me one last time, right on my clit.

I came, screaming into the mattress as I orgasmed. Nick thrust inside me, almost getting balls deep. It hurt, but also set off another smaller orgasm. Chest heaving against my back, he waited for me to adjust to his size. One hand snaked around to my front, playing with the sensation nub. Groaned loudly, pushed back against him.

"Go. Fuck me, Nick" he groaned, head dropping to my spine.

"I don't want to hurt you" I rotated my hips, needig to feel more of him.

"Fuck me. Take me. Make me yours" appealing to his possessive, animalistic side worked. He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in again. My face went to the mattress under the force, my loud groan swallowed by the comforter beneath my face. He was breathing heavily, muscles tensed and ready. His hand was clasped around my waist, gripping me so tightly I would no doubt have bruises in the morning.

"Fuck. You're making it hard to hold myself in check here. I just want to..." he slowly withdrew, re-entering with the same gentleness.

"...fuck you, so hard. I'm trying... not to hurt you" he gave another gentle thrust, driving me insane. I could feel him, so stiff and withheld. All that power locked up. Controlled.

I wanted him to lose control.

"Fuck me hard. Now. Take me. Lose control" he ignored me, slowly thrusting into me. I wanted to sob with frustration, knowing he wasn't even going as deep as he could.

"Jess... I left you sore for days last time. I won't want to hurt you..." I growled, getting angry. Reaching between my legs, I grabbed his swinging ball-sack, squeezing gently. He yelled, slamming into me roughly.

"Fuck me. Hard. Deep. Or I'll fuck myself" that set him off, the hands gripping my hips tightening. He wasn't just stabalising me now. No, he was slamming me against him. I gasped, feeling him balls deep. He was fucking me now. It hurt a little, but I didn't care. I wanted to feel him.

"This what...you wanted?" I moaned, trying to push back against him harder.

"Yes. Deeper" he growled again, a vicious sound that came his chest.

"Fucking... minx" he didn't pull all the way out before pounding back inside me again. I could feel him deep inside, his balls slapping against my clit with a violent force. I tried another weak attempt to thrust back against him, but he was too powerful. All I could do was thrust back slightly before his pelvis shoved me back against the mattress.

"Jess...fuck...so good. Not going to last...much longer" I sobbed my response, so close to coming. I didn't want to let go, not ready to finish. It felt too good, to have him so deep inside. I came, my scream muffled by the comforter. Nick followed, shooting a massive load into the condom. He fell on top of me, crushing me for a second before he rolled off.

"Fuck" I laughed, barely able to move. I didn't have the energy. Collapsing on my front, I closed my eyes and just rested.

"Jesus, Nick. You're like a fucking stallion or something" turning my head to face him, I didn't bother moving my hair. It would take too much energy. He chuckled beside me, throwing a heavy arm over me.

"Damn right. Your stallion" I grinned, sleepily.

"Yes. Mine" too boneless to change positions, I fell asleep.