Lincoln releases a groan of his own, his breathing quickening, his eyes closing, his mouth falling open as he continues to hump against my drenched folds.
My left hand shoots up to slap him across the face, but he catches my wrist… with his eyes closed.
How the hell?
Before I can process it, his right hand darts up to seize my other one, instinctive as breathing, pinning both in an iron hold.
With both of my wrists trapped in his grip, I’m helpless on my back, still hypersensitive from my orgasm carving its road of smoldering relief through me.
That feral look in Lincoln’s eyes intensifies as he throws his hips back, lining his penis up with the entrance of my vagina, then he slams his dick inside me.
“UGH! L-LINK!” I cry out, overwhelmed by pleasure.
I’d completely forgotten how much I needed this… needed to feel him inside me, filling me, stretching me.
But wait… we’re not supposed to…
But…
I’m helpless to the sensation of my pussy getting packed. Each time the tip of his cock slams against my cervix, the sudden pinch slowly transforms into a surge of arousal so intense I can barely think.
Another orgasm starts to charge upward, and as he pounds in and out of me, over and over and over, I break again, a small orgasm fluttering through me as I cry and whimper.
Lincoln bites his bottom lip, his hips snapping faster, his cock becoming a rigid pole as he approaches the edge.
“Lincoln don't,” I plead, but he’s still gripping both my wrists, stronger than me, and if he wants to come inside me right now, there’s little I can do to stop it. But I’m staying true to my word.
If he does this, I’m going to leave. If I don’t make him believe my word holds weight, he’ll never respect me.
“Lincoln,” I start again, but I decide not to say anything.Let him hang himself.
His thrusts turn frenzied. Deeper, more desperate and faster, right to the edge.
His lashes tremble, teeth grinding into his lower lip until it blanches, a primal snarl tearing from his chest before he plunges in one final,shatteringtime, rooting himself flush against the entrance of my cervix. Pain and pleasure strike all at once, before he suddenly pulls out.
His red, throbbing cock twitches in agony as he remains braced above me, holding himself as still as possible.
“Mmmmm,” he groans, his eyes shut tight, his whole body shaking under the torture of not allowing himself to come. I look down at his dick, angry, slick with moisture, and even from here I can see the steady, slow oozing waterfall of precum leaking from the tip of his penis and pooling on my lower belly.
I want to be evil, so I start to wriggle underneath him.
“S-stop moving,” he whispers, eyes still shut tight, concentrating really hard. I know his balls must be so tight right now.
There’s silence for about a minute, and while his eyes are closed, he shakes his head, almost in defeat.
“I… I might as well,” he says, opening his eyes slowly, half-lidded as he stares down at me helplessly.
“You better not.”
“I’m literally almost over anyway. I think I’m already—”
“Then sure, go ahead. If you want me to leave.”
Lincoln looks almost betrayed as he stares down at me, then he growls, releases my wrists, and gets up off the bed.
He starts pacing back and forth in my room, rubbing his face in frustration and curling his fist over his balls.
It doesn’t look like he came.
