Page 88 of Captivated By Him

“Hold onto this. If you drop it, you’ll get a dozen on each cheek.” He grabs my chin and pushes my head back, hovering an inch from my nose. A jolt of arousal dances down my spine and straight to my clit. Every time he uses that tone, it’s like he’s playing with my clit.

I nod, because I’m not sure I could withstand any punishment at this moment.

“Good girl.” He grabs my shoulders and spins me around so I’m facing the kitchen island. With one hand flat between my shoulder blades, he presses me downward until my breasts are flat against the countertop. The chill of the counter does nothing to cool the heat my arousal is creating, and the new sensation against my nipples ramps up my need for his touch.

His zipper is undone, and his jeans fall away, leaving his hard cock against my bare ass.

“I haven’t felt you in weeks.” He runs the fat head of his cock through my ass cheeks, which has me clenching. I’m not ready for that right now. It’s been too long.

“No, don’t worry. We’re not going there right now. Because right now, I’m going to fuck you so damn hard and fast I’d probably tear you in half if I fuck your ass.”

The tip of his cock presses against my pussy entrance, and I move my leg enough to give him easier access. I have everything to win with my compliance.

“Good girl.” He grabs my hip with one hand and then with the other he cups my shoulder, right by my neck. “Play with your clit, Nicole. Just like you wanted to for the past six weeks.”

Immediately, I slip my hand between my legs. Another sigh escapes me the moment I touch the swollen bundle of nerves that have long been ignored.

With one hard thrust, he’s inside me, stretching me with his cock. At this angle, I can feel his dick in ways I haven’t before. It’s like every bit of my body is being stroked by his cock. Another hard thrust and the edge of the countertop digs into my stomach.

“You were a good girl for me and didn’t play with your pussy when I told you not to, right?” he asks, though his tone sounds strained, raw.

I shake my head. If I talk, I could drop the spoon. And there’s no way I’m giving him a reason to leave me wanting right now. My fingers glide over my slippery, swollen clit while his cock plows harder and harder into me.

His fingers dig into my shoulder and hip. The pressure builds in my belly to an unbearable point. I buck back at him, needing him to fuck me harder. To make it hurt until it feels good.

“Dammit, Nicole,” he grunts behind me, and his cock plows forward hitting the very center of me before he slowly drags himself backward.

“Please!” I beg him, careful to keep my teeth planted around the spoon. “Jakub. Please!”

“Fuck, yes. Now, Nicole.” His fingernails dig into my shoulder, and it’s that last bit of pain throwing me over the edge. Blasts of pleasure bombard my mind. My body spirals out of control and without any thought or remorse, I scream as the waves of my release wash over me.

I’m going to explode. My body can’t possibly hold this intensity inside of it.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Jakub lets go of my shoulder and holds onto my waist with both hands. He’s fucking me even harder, faster still until his own release catches up with mine.

I recover before Jakub and move my hand from between my legs to the counter. Plucking the spoon from my mouth, I work my jaw open and closed. It’s gotten stiff.

Slowly he leans forward over my body and presses a trail of kisses along my shoulder to my neck. He takes extra care to kiss the spots where his fingernails bit into me. I hope I wear his mark for days.

“Are your ribs okay?” he asks, quickly pulling out of me and helping me stand up.

“Yes, yes,” I assure him, rolling my shoulders back and stretching my back. It’s not such easy work being bent over and fucked with the passion Jakub does. But it’s worth every ache and pain.

“Okay.” He sighs and pulls up his jeans. “Good.” He grabs the spoon from the countertop. “Because I told you not to drop this.”

Chapter 28

Nicole

A year later

“Push!” Jakub orders with the same low-toned, determined authority he always uses when he wants my compliance. But in this instance, I have no chance of disobeying him. Not even to see him turn a light shade of red before he realizes I’m messing with him.

“You’re doing great, Mrs. Staszek. One more push,” the doctor, squatting in his catcher’s position between my legs, encourages me.

“You can do it,” Lena shouts from the far corner of the delivery room.

I grit my teeth and bear down, giving it everything I have until finally the doctor tells me to stop.

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