And I am. All of me. In this moment, every damn piece of me is his. Becauseneedisn’t the fucking word for it.
I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his ass, meeting his thrusts, moaning and cursing as he goes harder. It’s perfect. That mix of pain, of dominance. A moment where I can let go and just feel him. Only him.
“God, Linc. Harder.” I’m so close. I’m there. Tingles rush up my legs, and my stomach tightens as that beautiful, euphoric release pulses deep in my core. God, I’m going to?—
In one harsh move, he rips out of me, cutting off my climax. The sound that comes out of my mouth is practically a sob. I think it might have been. The sensation dies, the tingles dissipate.
And above me, Lincoln Decker grins down at me, his perfect, handsome face full of mischief.
“Do you need to come, Grace?”
With a grunt, I scowl. Right.Beg for it.Fuck no. I clamp my lips shut and raise my chin in response.
With a low chuckle, he flips me over, the chain of the cuffs twisting as he yanks up my ass and slams back inside me. I bite back a moan, refusing to show him how good this feels, how close I am. But when his hand finds my throat again, the other working its way between my legs, circling, teasing, there’s that feeling again. More tingles, my skin lighting on fire, breathragged. My climax builds quickly this time, barreling down on me, and then?—
He pulls out again. Another sob from me, body shaking, the need in me growing so fierce I can barely stomach it.
“Decker,” I breathe. It’s a fucking plea.
I’m on my back again, and his mouth is between my legs. His tongue winding around my clit slowly. It’s literal torture. This is illegal. It has to be.
“Problem, Gracie?”
“I… I need…”
He slips two fingers inside me, and as his hand and tongue start working me in unison, my back arches off the bed. With every movement, he edges me closer to what I want but I know he won’t give me.
“What do you need?”
Another few circles, his mouth moving in this perfect fucking way.
“I need to come. Please, Linc. Please. Just…”
He chuckles. “You weren’t listening, Grace. What did I tell you to beg for?”
I release a shaky breath, more than ready to give in. “My… my mouth. I need you to fuck my mouth. Please.”
“Good girl, Gracie. Open up for me.”
He climbs over me, straddling my chest, and angles up my face. When he presses his dick against my lips, I open for him, tasting myself on his length as he takes my mouth hard and rough.
I clutch the headboard, unable to move as the cuffs dig harder into my wrists while he slams in and out. With one hand on my jaw, the other at the back of my head, he holds me in place as he takes his pleasure again and again.
Tears stream down my face, spit covering my cheeks and chin, my breathing labored until he’s filling my mouth with his release.
“Fuck,” he grunts, near collapsing beside me. Then, grinning, he angles my head up again and forces my mouth open so he can see the mess he left on my tongue. “Swallow for me, Gracie.”
I do as he asks without hesitation.
He smirks, and then he’s moving back down, and a second later, he does that thing with his mouth between my legs again. My whole body shakes, my muscles tensing and untensing, toes curling, a string of moans and gasps and straight-up screams coming from my mouth as he finally sends me over the edge. It’s pure bliss. Pure euphoria. Complete unadulterated pleasure.
“I’m not done with you,” he says. “When I told you I’d be fucking you until you’re out of my system, I meant it.”
Between one breath and the next, he takes me again, hard and rough. Wild. Unrestrained. Fucking me in a way I don’t think I’ll ever fully get out of my system, that I think I might need to experience every day for the rest of my damn life.
No. Not need.
Need isn’t the goddamn word for it.
