Necessary Roughness (HotShots Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

her, and her smell… Lord, she smells sweet. So musky, so womanly.
    My dick strains and strains and it taken a Herculean effort not to shoot my load into the bed.
    I pull back and then push into her, burying so deep that my hips are melded to hers, her ass pressed into my front, and I reach around, pulling her into me by her tits, my thumbs scraping at her nipples.
    She’s so wanton, she just begs for more, uttering my name, moaning.
    The last thing I hear as I shudder into her is her voice.
    “Nicky, Nicky…”
    Lord, God almighty.
    My knee is shaking, and I roll to the side, my biceps feeling the burn.
    Sophie is limp, and when I can, I prop myself up on an elbow, looking down at her.
    “Are you ok? Was that ok?”
    Her eyes pop open. “Are you kidding? That was perfect. When can we do it again?”
    I laugh and collapse into the pillows and she pulls at me, truly ready to go again.
    “You’re insatiable,” I tell her.
    “You like it,” she answers, and she’s wriggling against me. I think about Shorty’s words, about how others think she’s a bitch and her vagina is welded shut. I stare down at it now, and it is wide open and pink and perfect, and it doesn’t matter how much my knee hurts or how my biceps are shaking.
    I plunge into her again.

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Chapter Nine
    S ophie

    W e spend all day in bed.
    Literally.
    We don’t come up for air until my ass is red from spankings, my body aches from being taken so often, and my face is red from whisker burn. It’s dark outside when we get up for sustenance, for wine and cheese and bread, and Nicky limps a little more than usual on the way to the kitchen.
    “Are you ok?” I ask him, and now I’m concerned. I could’ve just set him back. I’m here to help him, not hurt him.
    “I’m good, Kitten.” He turns the kitchen light on.
    “On a scale of…” I start to say, but he interrupts.
    “I’m fine. Come over here.”
    I do, and he pulls me into his strong arms, and kisses me again, and I’m oblivious to my stinging cheeks and sore muscles.
    He is bliss.
    That’s all there is to it.
    We have a snack, and drink some wine, and he turns to me.
    “I’m not a hundred percent, Soph, and you and I both know it.”
    I don’t know what to say, so I just look at him.
    “Before the injury, I could’ve picked you up and carried you anywhere in this house. I could’ve gone jogging with you in my arms. I could’ve done a lot of things. But now…” he glares down at his leg. “Now I’m can’t.”
    “You can,” I insist. “You’ve been doing a lot of things all afternoon.” I think I blush when I say the words, and he grins.
    “Well, you’re easily pleased,” he tells me. But I’m already shaking my head.
    “I’m not. I’m not easily pleased. That’s why I haven’t been with anyone in so long. When you have…an appetite… like mine, I like it rough… but I also like it soft. It takes a special kind of man to know when to do what. Most don’t have that skill. But you do. You do, Nicky.”
    He runs his hand up my back, and stops at my neck, pulling my face to his.
    He kisses me hard and long.
    “I don’t know what to do,” he finally says. “About my knee. I’m not ready to stop playing. But… I don’t want to play like a half-ass, either.”
    “Don’t worry about that right now,” I tell him. “We’ve got weeks before they want an answer from me. We’ve got time.”
    “I just hate having things hang over my head,” he says, and he’s troubled. He gulps down his wine, and nothing I say brings him comfort.
    “Let’s go back to bed,” I tell him. “We’ll worry about this tomorrow.
    He agrees to that, and when we get to bed, he’s gentle with me, soft and sweet. He kisses me carefully, lying me back ever-so-gently, and he makes love to me, like I’m made of glass.
    This was what I meant when I said he could tell what I wanted.
    Rough is amazing, but only when it’s followed by this.
    We fall asleep wrapped in each other’s