Then Lincoln roughly shakes his head with a groan. “Wait. I don’t have a condom…” he mutters. There’s so much pain in the statement.
“I do.” Reaching over his shoulder, I dig into my purse that’s still sitting on the couch. I retrieve a foil packet from between the bank cards and receipts in my wallet. I unwrap it and Lincoln’shooded eyes watch with rapt attention as I roll it down his length.
Massaging the back of my neck, he groans again. “Y’know, we shouldn’t be doing this…” he grits out. “Clause three of our contract says—”
Before he can utter one more word, I grab my soiled panties and shove them intohismouth. I don’t want to hear any of his damn excuses.
“A little late to be noble, Lincoln. We’ve both stomped all over that contract and you know it.”
With one hand, I clutch his shoulder for balance. With my other hand, I grip his long, thick cock at the base. I position my entrance over his crown, allowing him to breach me. Just barely. Torturing us both.
“Fuck me, future husband. Fuck me exactly like you want to.”
There’s a predatory glint in his eyes when he spits out my panties and grabs my hips in both of his hands. He slams me down without a second of hesitation.
I see stars in a rainbow of colors as he fills me, the head of his cock lodging itself somewhere between my vital organs.
Nine inchesand a quarter. I feel the pleasurable ache of every last millimeter.
“Shit. Wow,” I squeak out as his muscle-corded arms wrap around me. He holds me so tightly against his chest. Like he’s struggling to restrain his primal urges.
“Are you okay? Was that too rough?”
I drop my face into the curve of his neck and absorb the swirling sensations of having him inside of me for the first time. The pain. The pleasure. The stretch. The shivers. All of it.
It’s not too rough. It’s perfect. After wanting this for so long, it’s absolutely perfect.
My fingernails dig into his shoulder muscles. “Fuck me…” is all I can mutter as I begin to gingerly move my hips.
Sweaty skin sliding against sweaty skin. Quiet moans chasing frantic bites and kisses. I ride him with desperation and he fucks me roughly from below.
His arms stay locked around me as we grind together. “Dammit, you’re so tight,” he grits out, his voice crackling in the dark room.
And every time I start to grow too loud, Lincoln’s mouth covers mine. And when my internal walls begin to contract and quake, his big hands hold me in place. He fucks me hard, making my tits bounce and my brain rattle inside my skull.
Brain damage. That makes sense. That explains why I’m here on the floor, fucking this man I should be keeping at arm’s length. It explains why my heart is peeking its head over the fence when it should be locked up behind an iron gate.
This was never part of the deal. Yet I wouldn’t take it back if I could.
“Squeeze your tits together for me,” Lincoln instructs.
I do as I’m told, cupping my tingling globes and pressing them together.
He groans. Leaning down, he buries his face against my breasts.
“So good. So fucking good. I can’t hold back much longer, Jules.” He suckles one nipple and then the next as we bounce and grind together. “I need you to come. I need you to come for me now.”
I find his wrist, bringing his hand between my legs. “Make me…” I order him as I continue to ride.
When his thumb and forefinger squeeze and tug gently on my clit, pleasure shoots up my spine, combusting inside my skull.
LINCOLN!I catch my scream right before it barrels past my lips.
The orgasm unfolds in waves of fire, one after the other, until my entire body is a screaming inferno.
That’s when I feel him jerk inside me. His cock jerks and jerks as every one of his limbs goes perfectly taut and still, holding me captive. He explodes.
When it’s all over, my body surrenders, falling lax against his chest. His head drops back against the couch once more but his arms remain loosely around my waist. My ear pressed to his chest, I count every one of his jagged heartbeats.
