Then I swore I felt himjerkagainst me, and all I could do was stare.
Somehow, I’d reduced Lincoln Steele to this—his entire body straining like he was seconds from coming undone—just by sitting in his lap. And that feeling was intoxicating as hell.
Without any input from my brain, my hips rolled over him again. Intentional this time, a slow drag against his cock, and Ishuddered out a moan. God, this felt so damn good. The lace of my panties rubbed a tantalizing abrasion against my swollen clit, so I did it again.
And again.
And again.
And then I stopped pretending to hold myself back. I let myself go. Allowed myself just to feel and began rocking against him in earnest.
“Jesus Christ, look at you.” He stared down between us, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “So wet, I can feel you through the fabric. You’re so fucking desperate for it, aren’t you, wife? You can’t help but use me to make that perfect cunt come.”
“God,” I choked out, collapsing against his chest. No longer caring what this looked like, what I sounded like, or what he was getting out of it.
For once, I only focused on how I felt.
“That’s it,” he said, low and encouraging. Like he was getting off on my pleasure alone. “Just like that. Rub that needy little clit on my cock. Make yourself feel good, hellcat.”
Something between a moan and a sob slipped out of my mouth as I pressed down harder, rolled my hips faster, gripped his shoulders tighter.
“There you go. Fuck, that’s my girl. So goddamn sweet when you ride me like this—like you fuckingownme. So gorgeous when you stop pretending you don’t want this.”
That was exactly what I was doing. All the pretenses were gone now. And the only thing left was this need I couldn’t hope to hide.
“I want you to touch me so bad.” I dug my fingers into his shoulders, my forehead pressed to his as I rocked over him.
He let out a long, low curse, his hands tightening on the chair. But still, he didn’t move them. “I do too, baby. So fucking bad. Want to fill my hands with your perfect tits. Want to suckon your clit until you forget your own name. Want to swallow every bit of your come.”
“Fuck,” I whispered on a shudder, a buzz skating through my body at the combination of the feelings coursing through me and his words.
My sexual experiences were few and lackluster, to say the least. I’d definitely never been spoken to like this before. And I’d had no idea just how much I’dloveit. Love how wild and free andwantedit made me feel.
“I bet you taste so fucking sweet, don’t you? Think I could get you to ride my face just like this? Grind that gorgeous pussy down on me until I can’t breathe? If your cunt was the last thing I tasted, I’d die a happy man, wouldn’t I, wife?”
“Linc—” I gasped, shuddering as my pussy clenched around nothing, for the first time in a long time desperate to befilledcompletely.
He gripped the chair so hard, his knuckles turned white. But still, his words, dark and filthy, kept coming. Kept cranking me higher. “Come on, wife. Soak my pants. Show me how fucking good it feels when you lose control.”
I had absolutely no hope of staying grounded after that. Not when his panting breaths matched mine. Not when my nipples were tight points, tingling with sensation. Not when I could feel him, hard as stone beneath me…right where I needed him.
I pressed my forehead against his as I rocked harder. Faster. Seeking more, even as my thighs shook and my stomach coiled tight, preparing for something I wasn’t sure I’d survive.
“Every time you roll that sweet pussy over me, I can feel how close you are. How bad you need to come. And you know what, hellcat?” He stared between us, his gaze locked on where I soaked the front of his sweatpants. “You’re gonna do it. My pretty girl is gonna come just like this—still dressed, still incharge. All over your husband’s cock. And you’re gonna fucking love it.”
Everything centered to one point inside me before the explosion hit, bright and vibrant and earth-shattering. My orgasm tore through me so violently, I couldn’t speak. I just collapsed against him, bit down on his shoulder, and cried out as my body broke apart. Lightning crashed through me, every inch inside me going hot and tight before coming completely undone.
“Fuck.” Lincoln’s head dropped back on a savage groan, his hips surging up to meet mine.
And this time, I was sure I felt it—his cock pulsed against me as he came, his body rigid beneath me, one long, drawn-out curse spilling from his lips.
Only then did he release his hold on the chair to cup my jaw and tug my face to his. He kissed me. Gently. Reverently. So different from the filth we’d just partaken in.
And I couldn’t do anything but kiss him back because I didn’t trust my thoughts or my voice. Didn’t trust how hard my heart was galloping in my chest or how my whole body felt wrecked and ravaged and yet somehow completely new.
Not because of what he’d done to me, but because of what hehadn’t.
He hadn’t touched me. Hadn’t taken over. Hadn’t demanded anything in return. And still, I’d unraveled in his lap like a ball of yarn knotted too tight with one string pulled just right.
