Page 61 of Nikola

“Oh. My. God…” I mouthed soundlessly. The burn spread outward from my ass cheek, and the sting of it made my pussy throb.

“Not God, he wouldn’t fucking dare.” He grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them against my lower back before he smacked the other ass cheek, the hardest strike yet. “Say my name.” When I remained silent, he smacked my ass cheek again. “I want to hear it again.”

“Nikola.” His name clawed up my throat while shame burned through me. I didn’t want to feel self-conscious about my voice, but I couldn’t help it.

However, the embarrassment dispersed as he pressed his mouth against mine for a sloppy kiss. “Good girl.”

He kept his grip on my wrists and lowered to his knees to kiss my cheeks, dragging his tongue over the inflamed skin in apology.

My spine arched, trying to show him that I needed him. The sting on my cheeks mixed with the bliss between my legs made for a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. He set all my senses on fire, magnifying his every touch tenfold.

He stood up again, his dick right in the crack of my ass. He ground against me, his mouth peppering kisses all over my neck. He continued to grind against me, nudging my pelvis into the corner of the table and causing friction against my clit.

He turned my face back and our gazes locked. “Remember you asked for it. Now your wings will be clipped.”

He pushed his hard thick length through my soaked entrance, breaking my hymen, and sank deep inside me. I yelped, he shuddered. Then he halted his movement, breathing hard against my skin.

We remained like that for a few moments as I adjusted to having him fill me, his length throbbing inside my walls.

He nipped the sensitive spot beneath my earlobe and I met his gaze. “You good,zayka?”

I nodded and he started moving, a slow, shallow thrust that dragged moans out of my throat. I felt him push deeper, gripping my hip with one hand and my hair with the other.

Then his thrusts became harder, grinding against me, thrusting deep inside me. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip.

He bit me on the shoulder and my eyes snapped open. “Look at me.”

I narrowed my eyes on him, trying to convey that he was too demanding, but all he did was chuckle, fucking me harder and faster while my gaze remained locked on his.

He pounded into me, my clit continuously pushing and dragging against the hardwood, driving me closer and closer to an orgasm. I moaned and whimpered, feeling the heat grow between my legs, all the emotions bubbling beneath the surface and ready to burst like a broken dam.

He gripped right below my jawline, not tight enough to cut the flow of oxygen but firm enough to make it impossible to move away.

He smacked my ass again and said, “Spread your ass cheeks for me.”

I was so gone in the haze of lust that I didn’t even question his command. I reached behind me and did as he instructed, pulling them far apart.

He gave me an appreciative kiss before he brought his hand to my mouth. I took it between my lips and sucked while he never stopped his thrusts, the feeling incredible.

He pulled his hand from my mouth, then slipped his thumb into my back entrance, pushing deep inside unexplored territory.

I tensed at the foreign feeling, but my panting and moaning didn’t cease. And slowly, discomfort turned into even moreintense pleasure. I could feel him everywhere, especially inside me. Euphoria shot through me with the magnitude of a Category 5 storm.

“Nikola!” I didn’t know if I screamed it, moaned it, or just thought it, but as my feet left the floor with his thrusts and the orgasm hit me, tears filled my eyes and I experienced bliss unlike ever before.

A thrust, and then another, and he stilled.

His hot breaths tickled my ear. I never imagined feeling so… connected. Not for my first time.

He continued to breathe against my ear, and the realization he was still rock hard inside me sunk in.

He dipped his head and kissed my shoulders and then up my neck. When he finally pulled out, he brought his hand down and spanked me again. Before I could dwell on the way it had me throbbing between the thighs, he spun me around, gripping my thighs and hoisting me up.

My legs hooked around his waist as he made himself at home between my thighs. Then he pushed himself inside me, never breaking eye contact. He slid in, gripped me by the throat, andsqueezed. Something about his control and constrictive energy had me almost blacking out with desire.

I roamed my hands over the ink on his chest, pausing at the image of piano keys with fingers on them. He continued to fuck me in a steady rhythm, and I held on to him like he was my anchor, praying it would never end. I wasn’t ready to face the world outside of this restaurant.

He moved his thumb up my throat to the corner of my mouth. He squeezed again before he let me go, before his hand found a home in my messy hair. I planted my other hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat through his muscles.