“Because this…” he hisses as he reaches down and grabs the hem of my shirt before removing it from my body. His mouth instinctively closes around my now-hard nipple, and when his teeth nip at the sensitive skin, I release a hushed moan. “Watching you all day—desperate for me. Just wondering when I was going to give you what you wanted… it worked, didn’t it?”
“No,” I answer immediately. “Actually, it kind of pissed me off.”
“Hmmm,” he groans with a devious smile as his hand slides down my stomach and into the waistband of my shorts. All it takes is one slide of his finger through my folds to know I’m full of shit. “It might have pissed you off, but it still made you wet for me.”
“I don’t like to be kept waiting.” My voice is lacking the heat it was just a moment ago.
His finger circles my clit, and I find myself threading my fingers through his hair. “That’s fine. Because I think I’m done waiting.”
I almost whimper when he slides his hand out of my shorts, but my dismay doesn’t last long when he brings his fingers coated in my arousal to my lips. “Open.”
I do as he says and open my lips. The moment he slides his fingers inside, my mouth closes around them. A low groan slips out as I taste myself on him.
“That’s my girl,” he praises.
I rock myself against him as his words of praise wash over me, and a second later, he pulls his fingers free, and his mouth claims mine—hard and fierce. The way he kisses me is hungry and frantic and so unlike the Lincoln that everyone else gets to see.
His hands are everywhere.
My waist.
My thighs.
My hair.
My breasts.
Eventually, they land on my ass, urging me to rock myself back and forth. Even through his jeans, I can feel how hard he is for me, and when I rub against him at the right angle, I can feel his want for me rubbing against my clit.
I gasp for breath. Lincoln uses that as his opportunity to flick at my nipple with his tongue, and I arch my back toward him as he continues to lick and suck at them.
Meanwhile, his hands explore the curve of my spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. My back arches further, only allowing him better access to my breasts.
Ever since I started working here, I’ve gotten in the best shape I’ve been in since I was probably a teenager. And while I know they would love me at any size, there’s something about the way they caress and touch and worship my newfound muscle.
“Fuck,” I whisper, when I rock over him just right. Desperate for more, I reach between us, somehow manage to unbutton his jeans, and free his cock from beneath his briefs. In an instant, I rub my pussy along the hard ridge of his cock, rocking myself over and over again, all while he continues to suck at me, switching from one breast to the other.
“Yes, Lincoln.God… yes,” I moan as my hands dig into his shoulders, my body now moving faster as the pleasure continues to build.
“That’s it, Sweetheart,” he whispers roughly. “Fuck me. Use my cock. Get off on me.”
“Yes,” I yell, my body now growing stiffer by the second. “Fuck. I’m right there,Lyubimyy.I’m gonna… I’m—”
I bury my head into his shoulder and bite at his skin through his shirt as I come all over his cock, riding out wave after wave of my orgasm until my body begins to relax.
As amazing as that was… I want more.
His eyes never leave mine as I slide off his lap and kneel between his spread legs. Regardless of the fact that I just came, my pussy clenches as I watch him wrap his hand around his cock and give it one slow stroke.
I push his hand away and grip his cock—slick with my release—and begin pumping it in my hand.
As I continue to pump him, I can feel my body come back to life. And when he lets out a shaky breath, I squeeze my thighs together.
It’s an amazing thing to watch a man like Lincoln—so composed and put together—come apart because of me.
“I want that mouth, Abbie.”
My lips curl before I suck the tip of him past my lips while gripping the base—squeezing tightly. I swirl my tongue around the head, tasting the saltiness of his precum and the sweetness of my release mixed together.
