Page 62 of The Capo


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Francois moved between my legs, taking his time to bend one at the knee, pulling my foot from the comforter and placing it on his thigh. As he rubbed both hands up and down, I couldn’t take my eyes off him, the tip of his cock already glistening from drops of pre-cum.

He lowered his head ever so slowly, pressing kisses against my leg, nudging my other leg until I was wide open for him. “You’re so wet,” he muttered.

“Only for you.”

“Mmm… Then I guess I need to do something about that.”

“Uh-huh.” He lifted my leg, placing it over his shoulder then easing the tip of his beautiful cock against my wetness. I plantedboth hands on his chest, darting my eyes back and forth. He was baiting me, teasing me. Making me wait until the perfect moment.

As he’d done before, he lowered down very slowly, planting his hands on either side of me. I wanted to jut my hips forward, forcing his shaft inside, but there was no denying his control. He kissed my lips lightly, brushing them back and forth before lifting his head and straightening his arms. The smile on his face was practically evil, telling me in no uncertain terms what he was going to do to me.

When he finally thrust the entire length inside, I jerked up from the covers, gasping for air. Whimpers and moans slipped past my lips, and I tossed my head back and forth. If only the man knew what he was doing to me.

He pulled out, driving into me again and I couldn’t stop the scream erupting from my throat. I continued to push my hands against his chest, kneading his muscles, trying to bite back one cry after another. When he jerked first one arm over my head then the other, I could tell his mind was overwhelmed with both filth and concern, still uncertain of the decision he made regarding me.

When he wrapped his fingers around mine, slowly pumping in and out, his stare became more intense. I was mesmerized by the way his eyes continuously changed colors, his irises becoming iridescent. Everything about him captured and kept my attention much like his rough actions had done to my body.

And for a few precious moments, we were as one, making love not fucking. Somehow, I had a feeling it wouldn’t last. It couldn’t, not with what we had to face. I met every pump of his hips, grinding mine back and forth. He was so deeply seated Icould swear the tip was inside my womb. The man was a true powerhouse, yet his tender side was just as appealing.

But as the gentle moments continued, I sensed what he wanted, as if the reality of who he was as a man and my perception of him being a monster were something he was determined to prove. The moment he shifted into a darker personality was easy to see by the flash of his eyes, the curl appearing on his upper lip.

His actions became rougher, the grind more brutal, but it was as if he’d learned every inch of my body as well as anticipating my needs. With every savage thrust, I was driven closer to nirvana, another orgasm waiting in the shadows.

“Come for me, beautiful doll.” His command was dark, deliciously dangerous, and something I couldn’t ignore.

As if by magic, he’d no sooner whispered the words when my body reacted, my pussy tightening around his thick cock like a tight vise.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh…” I closed my eyes, jerking up from the bed, struggling to breathe as the climax rushed through me. Somewhere in my scattered brain, I heard him muttering words in French. Whatever they were, they fueled the raging fire, pushing me into the longest orgasm of my life. By the point the sensations started to ebb, I was exhausted, lolling my head to the side.

“You’re beautiful when you climax,” he stated as if it was something I needed to hear.

“I feel beautiful around you.”

I wrapped my other leg around his massive thigh, trying to keep this moment intact. But as with everything else about him, herefused to allow me to have any control. He pulled all the way out, shifting onto his knees.

“What are you doing?” I asked, the emptiness killing me already.

“Claiming your tight ass.” He was so strong that he lifted and flipped me over onto my knees and hands without taking an exaggerated breath. Nothing about his abilities should shock me any longer. The man was a true powerhouse. However, the thought of having him drilling his thick cock inside my tight asshole was almost too much to bear.

However, there was no getting away from him, Francois wrapping one hand around my throat, holding me in place. When he smacked my bottom with his other, the tingling sensations morphed into a hint of pain, but I was so wet and hot the electricity coursing through me turned the moment into additional excitement.

I was forced to arch my back as his fingers dug into my neck, using his hold as a leash. I’d never thought something like this could feel so sexy. He cracked his hand against my bottom twice more before sliding the tip of his cock against my dark hole. As soon as he started to push inside, he wrapped his body over mine, pressing his full weight against me.

“I’ve never done this,” I admitted, hating the sound of my voice. It was so small, as if defeated and I didn’t feel that way in the least. When I was with Francois, I felt as if I was floating, as if all the wrongs of the world could be righted by our coupling.

“Nice and slow.”

“What if…” I’d never admitted defeat before. I certain wasn’t going to start now.

“You will never fail me, baby. You’re perfect. Breathe for me, my little doll.” His words were scattered, his hot breath skipping sinfully against the base of my ear.

Perfect. I was far from it, but his words continued to boost the adrenaline, the pheromones spiking.

I clawed the bedding, trying to do what he asked, still struggling with the reason I was enjoying the moment. Another wave of anguish tore through me as he thrusted deeper inside, pushing me further out of my comfort zone.

Light flashed in front of my eyes, but I closed them, trying to keep the demons at bay for as long as possible. His hold remained firm as he continued pushing into me, driving away the pain, replacing it with the most incredible sensations I’d ever experienced. As my muscles started to relax, accepting his wide girth, I was shocked how amazing it truly was.

He thrust the last remaining couple of inches inside, his entire body shuddering against mine. When he pulled almost all the way out, I whimpered, pushing hard against him.

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