LINCOLN
Lincoln tapped the key fob and opened the passenger door. His eyes roamed Donna’s curves as she folded herself into his brother’s Range Rover. Though the dinner conversation was stimulating, he couldn’t wait to get her alone and naked.
He closed the door and plotted the rest of their evening as he walked around the back of the SUV. She hadn’t invited him back to her place, and he didn’t want to risk taking her to Victor’s just so she could wind up engaged in girl talk with Taylor all night. By the time he slid into the driver’s seat, he’d made up his mind. He started the engine and took off.
It only took twenty minutes to get to her house in Mount Greenwood. When he’d picked her up, he was surprised that she lived in one the most segregated neighborhoods in Chicago. The neighborhood was 87% white, 11% Hispanic, Asian, and other, and only 2% black. The area was known as the home of the Southside Irish.
Lincoln parked in her driveway and turned to face her. “I meant to ask. Why do you live in this all-white neighborhood?”
A low rumble of laughter escaped her throat.
“Seriously. Why? How do you get along with your neighbors?”
“I barely see my neighbors, but they’re cool. Everybody around here are either cops or firemen. We have great block parties though.”
“Really?”
He wasn’t sure if she was being serious, or facetious.
“Really,” she chortled. “I know this neighborhood has a reputation for being racist, but that hasn’t been my experience.”
“Good to know. I’d hate to have to drop a bomb on your neighborhood,” Lincoln joked.
“Me too. Here’s the thing, Lincoln. I work undercover narcotics in the most segregated city in America. And let’s face it, they ain’t sending me to buy and sell dope in Mount Greenwood. Which means I’m safe here. I can rest well knowing that I ain’t living next door to somebody I done locked up.”
Lincoln nodded. “Makes sense,” he muttered.
The glaring streetlights invaded the window, illuminating her beautiful, copper skin. He was jealous of the straight, black hair kissing her delicate bare shoulders. He leaned closer, determined to taste her warm flesh.
“Why are you looking at me like that? What are you thinking?” she rasped in a voice that revealed her own arousal.
“I was timing in my mind how long it’s going to take for me to tear you out of those panties.”
Lincoln heard the need in his own deep voice.
Donna reached behind her and pulled something from her seat. She lifted her hand and twirled a pair of satin blue panties around her finger.
“You mean these panties?” she asked with a wicked grin.
Lincoln, not even bothering to try and figure out when she found time to rid herself of the tiny undergarment, reached over and grabbed her arm. He used a thoughtful amount of force to pull her over the middle console, and on his lap.
“Youareready for me, Donatella.”
He lowered his fingers down her body, grazing the material of her dress. He rang a single finger teasingly slow up the naked skin of her inner thigh. When he reached her point of pleasure, she threw her head back and moaned. She was indeed ready for him as he massaged circles against her slippery clit. He’d go slow, then fast until she was squirming in his lap.
Thankful for the tinted windows, Lincoln pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her braless tits. Her body jerked when he pinched her puckered nipple between his lips and sucked it into his mouth.
“Ah, fuck this!” she blurted before falling back on the steering wheel.
Without difficulty, she reached down and unfastened his belt. She dipped her hand in his boxers and wrapped her small fingers around his erection. She secured a good grip and began to stroke him into delirium.
“Damn!” he gasped.
His head fell against the back of the seat while she handled him with raunchy proficiency. When his toes curled involuntarily in his shoes, he made the only choice he could. He gripped Donna’s hips and guided her on his dick. She stiffened when he penetrated her tight, saturated channel without protection. He could sense she was hesitant, ready to pull away. The thought of stopping also danced around in his brain, but once his dick was enveloped in the warmth of her insides, pulling out was no longer an option. Truthfully, in that very moment, Lincoln knew Donatella was to be his, and his alone.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her tight, and propelled into her deep enough to make her breath hitch. She raised and lowered her snug pussy on his dick, rolling her hips, and riding him like a trained steed.
“Shit!”
