DONATELLA
“Yesss!” Donna cried out from the immense feeling of pleasure she derived from Lincoln’s thick dick stretching her with every invasion. She dug her fingers in his back and thrust her pelvis to meet his rhythmic strokes. She was so aroused, the wet noises of their coupling resounded throughout the room. Before she knew it, her core was throbbing in orgasmic ecstasy.
Lincoln rocked her through an explosive orgasm until the climactic waves calmed, leaving her a trembling mess
“Oh, God, baby!” she gasped through heavy breaths.
Her body melted into the plush mattress while she reveled in postcoital bliss. However, Lincoln hadn’t reached his ending. And apparently, he fully intended to.
He flipped her on all fours and pressed his hand to the small of her back, pushing her face to the mattress. Donna groaned as he reentered her well-worked pussy. As big as his dick was, taking it from behind was a job meant for a pro, but she was going to do her best to accommodate his size.
“Lincoln!” She gasped, squirming as he pushed against her cervix.
He gripped her hips and pumped into her from behind. After a while, taking all of him had become a little easier. And with each stroke, his balls smacked her clit, bringing her close to another orgasm.
“Goddamn, Donna!” he blurted through heavy breaths. “Pussy sooooo goooood.”
His erotic word fueled her carnal desire. But, just was climbing toward another happy ending, he stopped suddenly.
“Linc!” she cried out in desperation.
When he pulled out and climbed off the bed, she was ready to scream and beg for a merciful return.
Donna turned and looked over her shoulder in enough time to see him slipping into his boxer briefs. “What the fuck, Lincoln?”
“Hold on,” he told her right before she heard a loud thud.
When a male voice cried out in pain, she fumbled to turn on a lamp. What she saw made her mouth fly open. Feeling instantly disgusted and exposed, she snatched the duvet and covered her naked body.
Nicole’s grimy fiancé was crouched in a corner with his pants and boxers draped around his ankles. He scrambled to his feet, but Lincoln punched him so hard that his head bounced against the wall and cracked the drywall. He looked like he was going to pass out, like hewantedto pass out. However, Lincoln wouldn’t allow it.
He stomped him in the ribs, prompting Jeffrey to squeal like a wounded pig. He snatched him by his collar and forced him on his knees. Lincoln flung the door open and dragged him out of the guestroom.
“Lincoln! Wait!” Donna called after him. But the fact that he was dragging a bloody Jeffrey through his brother’s penthouse, with a house full of people, in his drawers seemed inconsequential to him.
Donna quickly slipped into her t-shirt and jeans and ran down the hall. She arrived in the living room just in time to see Lincoln dragging Jeffrey’s limp body through the living room.
“What the fuck!” blurted a few people at the sight of Jeffrey’s bloody face and exposed genitals. Not to mention, Lincoln in socks and drawers.
“What are you doing?” Nicole screeched, running over to him. She first tried to pull Jeffrey away from Lincoln’s grasp, but when she couldn’t, she converted to punching Lincoln in the back.
Donna ran across the room. She understood that Nicole was Taylor’s sister, but she needed to keep her fucking hands off of Lincoln. However, before she could reach Nicole, Taylor cut off her path.
“Um-mm,” she said with a firm stiff arm. “I’ll get my sister.”
Out of respect, Donna remained where she was standing, hoping that Taylor would handle her sister because if she didn’t, they were gonna fall out.
Taylor hurried over to Nicole and grabbed her from behind, pulling her away from Lincoln. Victor jogged over to the door and opened it, clearing the way for Lincoln to toss Jeffery violently through the door. When he slammed the door, Taylor released Nicole.
“Why would you do that to him?” she screamed at Lincoln.
Before he could answer, Donna heard, “Good God-damn!” come from by the bar. She turned to find Taylor’s friend, Maria Mendez, practically salivating while staring at Lincoln. And she wasn’t the only one. Bella’s friend, NiYah, couldn’t seem to take her eyes of off him either. He seemed oblivious to the extra attention as Donna walked over to him.
She looked up at him with narrowed eyes. “Go put some clothes on!” she growled through gritted teeth.
