Lincoln tried to concentrate on their immediate surroundings, Donna’s shallow breathing, hell, even the moon. Anything besides the way she was milking his cock of all its glory. If not, he’d be coming way before he wanted.
He pressed his hand to the small of her back and pulled her close. Their lips collided, their tongues connected, and their mouths mimicked their lovemaking.
Lincoln was overwhelmed by the passion of their coupling. The foreign and unfamiliar feeling robbed him of every single solitary ounce of his self-control. His stomach clenched, his thighs stiffened, and his balls constricted. To his dismay, he was about to cum, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. As Donna bounced up and down, riding his dick like she owned it, he couldn’t come up with one rational way to prevent himself from ejaculating prematurely.
“Goddamn it, Donna! Fuck!”
As if an unspoken prayer had been answered, within the first pulse of his orgasm, Donna snaked her arms around his neck and held on tight. Her pussy convulsed around his dick and her body quivered in his arms. To Lincoln’s enormous relief, she was coming with him.
“Oh my God!”she cried out and collapsed on top of him in.
As she tried to regulate her breathing, Lincoln rubbed her back. In his entire life, he’d never been more grateful for a woman’s orgasm.
