“Goddamn. So fucking good,” he husks out.
There’s something so erotic, seeing this strait-laced business man stretched out on the floor, staring at me from between my spread thighs with nothing but carnal lust on his face. It makes me feel wild.
Spine arching, my fingers slide into his hair. Each time I pull, his lips tug my clit. When my nails claw at his scalp, his teeth graze my bud. And when I grind on his mouth, his velvety tongue spears deep inside me.
Lincoln.His name is on the tip of my tongue. I smack my molars together to hold it in.
For a man who’s so restrained and uptight in everyday life, he sure is good at this pussy-eating stuff.Hmm. I’d bet good money he was a pornstar in some past lifetime.
Because no one has ever gotten me worked up like Lincoln Raines does. There’s magic in his tongue, in his lips, in his fingers. Too bad he’s also painfully insufferable as a person.
But maybe I can block that out for now. Especially as he’s stuffing two thick fingers into my hole and curling them against my G-spot.
Every fiber of my being is screaming,More of that, please.
“Lincoln-n-n…” I whimper, finally breaking.
His head rises and the smirk on those wet, shiny lips only widens. “One rule, Jules. There wasonerule. And you broke it. Now, open your mouth.” I watch as he pulls my panties out of his back pocket.
He’s going to…? Wait…is he going to…?
A tiny part of me wants to tell him to go fuck himself. But frankly, the bigger part of me just wants him to fuckme.Any damn way he wants to.
Stare locked on his, my lips fall open. He stuffs the panties into my mouth. At the brazen act, my eyes roll back into my skull.
He chuckles deep in his chest, the sound radiating with satisfaction. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful. So desperate to come. I can’t believe I get to marry such a filthy girl.”
I squirm against the carpet, silently begging him for more.
Lincoln doesn’t waste another second. This time when his head dives back between my legs, he’s relentless. He’s focused. He’s determined to make me fall apart.
Grabbing me by the waist, he flips me over so I’m on my knees with my tits pressed to the floor and my ass pointed up at the ceiling. His mouth finds my opening from where he’s now kneeled behind me.
His warm palm connects with the curve of my ass. “Fuck, yeah,” he groans in a voice so deep he hardly even sounds like himself. “Attagirl. That’s my filthy fucking future wife.”
Those words do something to me. They turn me into a version of myself I don’t recognize. I rock my hips and he works his mouth and when my body can’t take any more, I start to unravel.
I’m shaking and sweating, my moans absorbed into the panties stuffed into my mouth. My knees are swaying beneath me. Lincoln’s firm grip on my waist is the only thing keeping me upright.
When I hit my peak, I swear my spirit leaves my body and I collapse in a pile of limbs on the carpet.
Lincoln scrapes me off the floor, dragging me into his arms as he props himself up against the couch. I curl against him, my brain too muddled to form coherent thoughts. Cheek smushed against his hard chest, my jaw falls slack and the panties finally tumble out of my mouth.
He clasps my jaw, lifting my face and bringing our lips back together. My earthy scent is all over his mouth and we lick at each other, this kiss greedier than all our other kisses before.
Lincoln’s hand slips inside his pants, pulling his erection out of his boxers. When he starts to stroke himself, my fingers cover his. I squeeze and tug the long, pulsing shaft, watching the way his jaw clenches and the veins in his neck throb at my touch.
“Feels so fucking good,” he murmurs.
His manhood is warm and rock hard in my grip, his hips moving in a desperate motion. I climb into his lap, rubbing the wetness of my pussy all over his steely erection.
He drops his head against the seat of the couch and fights a groan. He wants to fuck me so bad.
Grinning, I lean down, licking the length of his throat. “You’re so hot when you’re suffering,” I whisper by his ear.
He grips my jaw and kisses me until I’m breathless all over again. “Put me out of my misery, Jules,” he all but begs. “Let me feel your pussy squeezing around my cock.”
“It would be my pleasure.” My inner thigh muscles clench.
