Page 12 of The Pakhans’ Curvy Prize

The words should scare me. Instead, they make arousal flood my panties.

"I'm sure," I breathe.

"Good."

Nick kisses me like he's claiming me, his mouth hard and demanding against mine.

His tongue invades my mouth with no pretense of gentleness, and I find myself responding with equal intensity.

His hands move to my waist, then lower, gripping my ass hard enough to make me gasp.

He walks me backward until my back comes up against the wall, his mouth never leaving mine.

I'm pressed between the hard, cool surface of the wall and his hard, hot body, and the contrasting feeling turns me on even more.

He's not much for talking or teasing and I barely catch my breath when he suddenly drops down and pulls my panties off before I know what he's about.

He tosses the flimsy material off to the side, but doesn't stand yet.

His tongue takes one long, hot, erotic swipe through my folds, and then he stands, his mouth on mine again, his body pressing into me so that I feel every exciting muscle and bulge.

Large hands cup the sides of my jaw and slide down to my neck as he tilts my head, and he deepens the kiss.

I hadn't even thought that was possible with the way he's been devouring my mouth so far.

Those wonderful hands slide down my sides, then nails lightly scrape their way up my thighs and hips, bringing the hem of my dress with them.

I can't seem to catch my breath, much less a single thought as he grasps my wrist and brings my hand between our bodies, placing it over the incredible bulge that promises pleasure beyond belief. I take the hint, though, and undo his pants.

His thick cock springs free and I take a moment to explore, my hand lightly brushing across the tip.

That's about as far as I get, because with a growl, he moves my hand and grips himself, then guides into my core.

When he enters me in one hard thrust, I cry out at the sudden fullness. He's big, stretching me, filling me completely. He doesn't give me time to adjust.

He simply starts moving, each thrust deep and powerful, angled to hit that spot inside me that makes pleasure spike through my body.

His pace is relentless, harder and faster than either Russ or Alex. There's no gentleness here, no careful exploration.

This is raw and intense, and I find myself responding to it eagerly. My body arches beneath him, meeting each thrust, and the sounds coming from my throat are desperate and needy.

The combination of his hand on my throat and his cock driving into me, pressing me against the wall, is overwhelming. I can feel the orgasm building, stronger and more intense than anything I've experienced before.

When his other hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit, I shatter.

I come with a scream that echoes through the penthouse, my body clenching around him so hard I see stars. He follows seconds later with a guttural groan, his body going rigid above me.

We stay like that just long enough for him to get his breathing somewhat under control, then he withdraws from me. He's pulling up his pants while handing me my panties before my vision fully returns to normal.

Damn, that was hot!

I clean up and get dressed on shaky legs, my body still humming with the intensity of what just happened.

As we walk through the hallway toward the elevator, I notice things I didn't see on the way up.

Men stationed at intervals, their jackets bulging with obvious weapons. Security cameras in every corner.

A checkpoint near the elevator where two more armed men nod at Nick as we pass.