“I don’t need lube, sir.”
I grab onto her hips and drive in harder. “Yes, you do.”
She glances over her shoulder at me, her lips parted in an O and her breathing coming in desperate pants. I ease up a little. “Don’t we have something from the picnic we could use? The salad dressing?” she asks.
I lean over her, resting my lips against her ear. “As much as I admire your creativity, it has lemon and vinegar in it. And I’m not a sadist.” I slide my hand between her thighs and rub her swollen clit. Her pussy walls ripple around me until she moans my name.
I brush my fingertips over the plug. “Wearing this made you all wet and needy, huh, baby?”
“Yes, sir.” Her lip trembles. My greedy girl still needs more. I want more. The sight of that plug filling her ass instead of me has a feral kind of possessiveness burning in my veins. I close my eyes and recall the first time I fucked her tight ass, how hard she came for me and how soft and tired she was afterward when she curled up in my arms.
I draw in a breath. As much as I’m sure she’d let me, I can’t fuck her with no lube. I’d hurt her and that would kill me.
I slide my cock almost all the way out of her, and it’s coated in her thick creamy cum. Would that be enough?
“Linc, please,” she whines at the loss of fullness.
I glance at the picnic basket. We do have a little butter left too. That and her cum would be enough.
She whimpers when I pull out of her, but it takes me two seconds to lean over and grab the basket. Then I’m back behindher, one hand on her hip while I rummage around for the butter with the other. “Hang on, baby. I think I have something for you.”
I find the small plastic tub containing what I’m looking for and flip the top off. There’s enough left for what I need. Gently, I pull the plug out of her ass first, making her moan.
“You want my cock in you instead, angel?”
She nods, her cheek rubbing against the blanket. “Please, Linc.”
I scoop out the butter and smear it over my cock, and it melts quickly in my hand. Then I push two fingers inside her ass, using the butter and the residue of the lube from her plug to prep her for me.
Her groan is sexy as fuck. “What is that?”
“Butter, angel.”
She purrs like a kitten. “Oh, it feels nice.”
Satisfied she’s prepped enough, I slide my cock inside her. It feels better than fucking nice and I will never ever look at butter the same way again. “Because your ass is fucking perfect. You take my cock so well.”
She arches her back. I gather her hair into my fist, using it to pull her up until her back is pressed against my chest, and then I rut into her like the animal she brings out in me while I play with her swollen clit. And my good girl takes it all from me, whimpering and moaning while she rides my cock until we both come.
When we’re done, I put her dress back on and she curls up on my lap while I wrap her in my arms.
She yawns and buries her cheek against my chest. “I’m sorry I think I ruined my new panties, sir.”
I kiss the top of her head. We both smell of butter and sexand there’s a lake nearby we could clean up in, but I can’t be bothered to move. “I’d be happy to ruin every pair of panties you own doing that, baby.”
She giggles and I hug her tighter. The sound of a truck horn in the distance disturbs some birds in a tree nearby, but Imogen doesn’t react. All of the residual tension left over from my earlier conversation with Pierre slips away. She shows absolutely no sign that she wants to be anywhere but here in my arms. And I’m certain it’s the only place I want her to be—ever.
Chapter 57
Lincoln
“How was the picnic?” Pierre asks.
I close my eyes and suppress a groan. The picnic was fucking incredible, and then after was just as incredible when I washed us both clean in the shower and I fucked her again. After, we moved the TV into my room and lay in bed for the rest of the night eating snacks and watching movies. I know that’s not the kind of answer Pierre is looking for though, which is why he’s waited until the privacy of the basement to ask.
“It was good. She didn’t seem on edge at all. Didn’t ask any questions about where we were. I did tell her the road we turned off led into town and we heard some traffic while we were out there, but she showed no sign of wanting to run.”
He does that humming thing when he’s thinking. “Per’aps she realized it would be futile to run? I mean you would surely catch her, and she is a smart girl.”
