Page 39 of Forced Pregnant Mate

“I didn’t want you to feel objectified.”

“I think I like it, so by all means, objectify the fuck out of me.”

Jack laughs softly. “Orders received and understood.”

Those words give me a strange feeling. It’s a powerful high that turns me on, but it’s also scary. Suddenly, I realize that the power I have over him has to be wielded carefully—the last thing I want to do is hurt him.

Well, no worse than I already have.

It tears me up that both of us have been feeling the same way but have been unable to tell each other. I vow to never let this happen again, and always tell Jack my feelings before they build up into something ugly.

It doesn’t take us long to get home, and we both rush out of the truck and hurry towards the house. Jack takes my hand, and a bolt of pleasure runs through me, almost white hot. My nipples are aching, and the throbbing inside me is making my blood pound, reaching every inch of my body.

After unlocking the door, Jack slows down as we go through the hallway. I realize that he has never actually been in the bedroom with me before.

And I thought it was because he couldn’t stand me. How silly this all is.

I move in front of him and lead the way, tugging on his hand. As soon as we reach the bed, an attack of nerves hits me and my stomach tenses up. I know what’s about to happen, and I can’t help being a bit scared.

“You’re trembling,” Jack says as I sit down on the edge of the bed. I nod slowly, a lump starting to form in my throat.

“Just a little nervous.”

“I understand. Did you want me to back off for a bit?”

“Fuck, no!” I say, laughing. I lean forward and kiss him, his warm lips and hot tongue instantly comforting me and bringing back that rush of arousal that makes it hard to think.

Jack cups my cheeks lightly with his hands and deepens the kiss. His tongue sweeps against mine, and our lips slide in the same rhythm as we explore each other’s mouths. Inside me, the aching sensation gets stronger until I have no coherent thoughts at all.

When Jack’s hands touch my shoulders, I moan softly, encouraging him. He runs his fingers across the front of my blouse very lightly, then squeezes my breasts gently before working on the buttons.

I watch him undo each one, listening to my breathing getting heavier as he slowly moves down the line. With that same gentle touch, he sweeps the blouse back from my shoulders, making a wave of goosebumps fly across my skin.

Jack stops and stares at me, his eyes wide. Feeling bold, I reach behind me and unclip my bra, pushing the straps off my shoulders and tossing it to the floor.

Jack groans, leaning towards me and wrapping one arm around my waist. His other hand comes up and cups my breast, squeezing it gently and rubbing the nipple. I writhe in his arms, feeling the new sensation add intensity to my lust.

He sits up, pushing me back against the bed. I lay back eagerly, relaxing against the mattress. He plays with my breasts for a bit more, then bends his head down. I feel his tongue stroke across my skin.

I writhe and buck under him as his lips find my nipple. A loud cry breaks free from my throat as he licks and sucks until my nipples are so hard, it hurts.

I had no idea this could feel so good!

The pleasure is so intense I barely register Jack tugging my pants down. He slides a hand between my legs and rubs me through my panties while still sucking on my nipples, and I thrust my hips towards him, begging for more.

Jack slides down my body, licking a trail down my belly as he pulls off my pants. When he takes off my panties, he grazes me gently across the hips with his fingertips, making me shiver. To my surprise, my nipples get even harder, just from that light touch.

He slides his fingers down my thighs, digging his fingers in as he pushes my thighs apart. I feel his tongue against the outer lips of my pussy, and before I can react, he licks deeper and teases my clit.

I grab his hair, bucking up and down and thrusting myself towards him. Jack moans in pleasure, gripping my ass to bring me closer. His tongue laps up and down with short, hard strokes, always returning to my clit to gently suck and lap with the flat of his tongue.

The orgasm is building steadily as Jack keeps up with his slow, purposeful attention. My hand clenches in his hair, urging him on. I feel one of his hands slip down and caress my thigh, then tease at my pussy while his mouth teases my clit.

His fingers stroke at my slit, feeling slick and slippery. Then he uses his lips and tongue hard on my clit, increasing the pressure suddenly as he slides one finger inside.

A scream rips out of my mouth, and I buck up and down, held captive by his mouth and hands. The orgasm explodes through me, pleasure roaring through my blood, obliterating me. When the wave begins to die down, Jack slows and stops, moving back a little.

“Lena?”

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