“Come on, princess. Show me how sweet you can be.”
I jolt at the first touch of his tongue, still sensitive from my orgasm, but— oh, fuck— needing so much more. Each drag of his mouth against my clit makes me hotter, wetter, needier.
Lincoln pulls off with a little suck, his fingers digging deliciously into my hips. “My fucking god. I could spend all night here. Christ.”
Yes, do that. Please.
I whine, breathless, as he stands. But the sound of his belt is a relief. I close my eyes, clenching against the cool air, listening as it hits the ground and the zipper of his pants is dragged down.
Then the heat of Lincoln’s palm is back on my skin, gently brushing my damp hair away from my back, over my shoulder.
“What would they say if they could see you like this? Begging me to fill you? Their sweet, wholesome princess bent over so easily? One look at this greedy cunt of yours, and they’d know who you really are.”
He rubs soothing circles into my skin as the sound of a wrapper hits my ears, feel his hand leave me briefly as he must roll it on. I wish I could see him, but I don’t think I can move.
“You’re not invincible, princess. You need protecting. I’m going to show you.”
I press my forehead harder against the cushion, my pussy clenching, pleading.
He must know how much I need it. Has to. I feel it screaming from every pore.Touch me, take me, have me. He has to know.
“Say it.”
“Please, fuck me.”
“Such pretty words you’re filled with. I’d love to see what else these beautiful lips can fit.”
“Lincoln,” I whine. He curses, dark and low, when he finally slides inside me, like it’s punched out of him. “You’re perfect, darling.”
CHAPTER11
SWEET DREAMS
LINCOLN
I’ve watched her all night, weaving her spell, entrancing more than only me. When she spoke of losing her job, of being lost and seeking adventure, I falsely expected her to shrink tonight. To use the cover of the mask to hide.
But it was the opposite. And I couldn’t look away.
Learning how to get what you want without asking is a skill not many have, and watching Ivy flaunt it effortlessly was quite possibly the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time.
But nothing compares to the way she’s come apart under my fingers tonight, or the way she’s taking my cock so beautifully right now.
Christ. I could dedicate my life to her lips. Thighs. The swell of her arse. I pull her cheeks apart, watching as I slide in and out of her wet heat.
She pants and whines, sweeter than I had hoped.
Collecting spit on my tongue, I slow down, letting it fall from my lips directly into her crack, where it rolls down from her ass to her pussy. Ivy moans.
I tease my thumb in it, rubbing it into her hole as she pushes back against me, wordlessly begging for more.
She’s fucking perfect.
“Please,” she finally begs.
I abandon my teasing to fuck into her hard; fast, deep strokes that slap and sting and earn every hungry plea for more.
“Yes, that’s it. You feel amazing. Let me give you what you want.”
