The strain in his voice sends me hurdling over the edge the moment that single digit breaches the tight barrier. My body trembles, shaking violently as the powerful orgasm rolls through me.
Unable to hold back any longer, a throaty cry erupts from my lips. But before it has a chance to punch the air, Linc catches it, rolling me over to pin me to the bed with the slam of his hips. “I love fuckin’ you,” he says between each of his thrusts. “The way your hungry pussy grips my cock. The way you cling to me in every way. I love you, baby. I love you so goddamn much.”
It only takes a few deliberate strokes before he’s grounding out his release, pulsing inside of me. His colorful confession sends me flying right along with him.
My breath is shallow and frantic.
His is not much better.
Lifting up on his forearms, his hands cradle the sides of my face. Soft, tender lips caress mine. “What the hell am I gonna do without you for the next two weeks?”
I’m wondering the same thing.
