My hands find his crotch and I can feel that he’s a little hard. That’s good. He’s not totally unaffected by the tension either.
“Sarah,” he says, voice tight with warning, but I don't budge, climbing him until my legs hook his waist.
Then he’s returning my kiss fervently, and the both of us are ripping our clothes off. Suddenly I’m on the floor in my living room. I pull at his hair, biting his lip. His moans escape into my mouth as I use my toes to slip below his pants and boxers and pull them down past his ass.
His juicy cock feels wet against my inner thigh. Lincoln lines it up, and I can’t help but buck into him as he slides deep inside me, stretching me, causing me to yelp from the sudden pain.
Lincoln pounds my pussy angrily, and my heart soars knowing that I still own this piece of him.He’s fighting it.There’s a part of him that still belongs to me. He just feels some weird undying loyalty to Gabrielle probably because he feels guilty about what he did to her, but that doesn’t mean he belongs with her.
Stretch.
Fill.
Dip.
Relax.
Stretch.
Tightness.
Pain.
Withdraw.
Andrelax.
The sweet, delectable feeling of Lincoln stuffing me is all I can think about. His cock is so hard, speaking its own coded language straight through my nervous system all the way to my heart.
My arms wrap around him, hugging him close as I rub my face against his. His breaths come ragged, getting faster as he gets closer to the edge of ruin.
“Come for me Lincoln,” I pour into his ear, his only response being a helpless groan like he’s a slave to his instincts.
That’s right. He can’t deny me. The power I have over him is strong because the attraction he has for me is stronger than even he knows. He was never meant to be with Gabrielle. Maybe that’s why I never felt anything as strong for anyone else as I do for Lincoln.
Love?
Probably not.
But we make a good match. He and I are perfect for each other.
My mind goes blank as my orgasm hits super fast and bright, causing me to quiver under him, my pussy walls clenching around his ever-hardening cock.
Lincoln yells into my neck as he humps twice before going still, and then I feel the bucking of his cock within me, expelling his load.
We both lie there breathless for a while, me with my leg still splayed out to the side, Lincoln still inside me.
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Chapter 11
Lincoln's POV
Dead inside. That’s how I feel right now.
Why does it feel so hollow? Why do I feel like I betrayed Gabrielle? It’s not like we’re together anymore. Gabrielle is my ex-wife, but I do still love her. And somehow, fucking Sarah… isn’t doing it for me the way it used to.
Of course it feels good.
