DONATELLA
“So much for dinner,” Donna purred. Hungry or not, she was more than okay being tucked in the nook of Lincoln’s arm. She rubbed the soft hair on his chest and looked into his hypnotic emerald gaze, marveling at his incredible talent for fucking her stupid.
“Our reservation isn’t for an hour. We have time,” Lincoln assured.
He kissed her forehead before flipping the sheet back and climbing out of bed. Even under the dim candlelight, Donna could see the muscular work of art that was his body. Even flaccid, his dick was hanging generously down his thigh.
“I have told you, young lady, I am not a piece of meat,” he teased through soft laughter.
How he knew she was ogling him in the dark, she didn’t know. Maybe he could feel the burn from the desire in her eyes.
He grabbed his still wet dick and stroked the shaft from base to head, putting on a very erotic production.
“Like I said, so much for dinner.” Donna crawled over and reached for him, but he stepped just out of her reach.
“No, no. I have every intention of feeding you tonight. You go get cleaned up. I’m gonna get your bag.”
When he turned to leave, she tore her eyes away from his tight ass and sat up in the bed.
“Lincoln?”
He stopped and turned around. “Yes?”
“Is that a real moose over the fireplace?”
Lincoln looked up at the moose head and grinned. “Sure is. Bagged it myself,” he affirmed proudly.
When he left the room, Donna stopped staring into the marble eyes of the stuffed animal and fell back in the soft bed. Dead animals in a bedroom was definitely a white person thing. Black folks just weren’t down for sleeping in the same room with dead shit.
Donna’s stomach growled. She was most certainly hungry, but she didn’t feel like getting out of bed.
Lincoln walked in and placed her bag on a chair by the bed. He grabbed her arm and dragged her out of bed.
“Bathroom! Now!” he ordered in what was supposed to be a serious voice.
She sat up with a huff. “What youain’tgon’ do is walk in here with your dick bouncing and bark orders at me.”
Lincoln recoiled as if he wasn’t accustomed to anyone disobeying his orders. He leaned over and pulled her out of bed. He picked her up, threw her over his broad shoulder, and smacked her ass.
“What youain’tgonna do is talk back.” He carried her into the en suite bathroom. He didn’t put her down until they were in the shower.
“Now, I promised to take you out for a nice dinner, and that’s what I’m going to do. You’re gonna get pretty and say things that’ll keep my dick hard all night. And when we get home, if we make it home, I’m gonna lick your sweet pussy until a tear falls from your eye, until you beg me to stop, and until your twin screams out in ecstasy 900 miles away.”
“Damn,” Donna rasped through a heavy breath. “That’s sexy, baby. Well, everything except making my sister scream.”
“Eh, maybe.” Lincoln chuckled and grabbed a bar of soap. “Come here. Let me wash you.”
He pulled her to the back of the shower and turned the knob. After adjusting and testing the temperature, he pulled her in front of him before she could stop him.
“Lincoln!” Donna screamed as the water sprayed over her head.
She pushed at his chest and slid past him. She scurried to the furthest end of the shower and pushed her wet hair out of her face.
“What? Baby, what did I do?”
Donna wiped her face and squeezed lids to expel the excess water. When she finally looked at him, the horrible look on his face made her feel guilty.
He stepped closer and grabbed her shoulders. “What happened? What did I do?” he asked with furrowed brows.
