Chapter 17

Lincoln

Fuck me, she's got a mouth on her.

She comes across as innocent and inexperienced, but she's a seductress in disguise. All sweet curves, delicious valleys, addictive flavors, and moans that are as dangerous as a siren's song.

I scoop her up and fold her over my desk, sliding my hand down the curve of her graceful spine until I reach the fabric at her waist. My glistening cock taps against my stomach as I push the plaid material over the curve of her sexy ass, exposing her to me. Bending at the knees, I swipe my fingers through her slit, causing a groan to shudder from my lips as I collect her arousal. "You're fucking dripping for me. Did you enjoy sucking me off?"

Arching her back, she moans as my wet fingers connect with her swollen clit. "I—" I press the swollen nub, then pinch it. "I loved it. I didn't want to stop."

Continuing my ministrations, I fold over her, cloaking her with my much bigger body. "You're such a filthy girl, you almost made me come before I was ready." I nip her ear and then lick the spot.

She tilts her head to the side with a moan, offering me her neck and I take her invitation to bite the delicate curve where her neck meets her shoulder, then suck it to soothe the sting. She pushes her ass into me and my cock slides between her cheeks, nestling between the plump flesh, dragging me back to the brink.

I desperately need to be inside her.

Grabbing the condom, I quickly roll it down my length, then fist the base to line it up with her slick opening. Intense heat radiates from her pussy as I notch the head of my aching cock, driving me insane. And as her pink lips stretch around my tip, it's impossible to tear my gaze away from the sight of her taking me inside. "Open your legs wider for me, Shortcake."

She does as I ask, arching her spine beautifully as I push inside, achingly slow. Everything inside of me screams to take her hard.

To make her mine.

To own her.

But common sense prevails.

It's been a long time for her, and I need to go slow.

There'll be time enough to ruin her.

I push in another inch, giving her a chance to grow accustomed to my thickness. "Your pussy's taking me like the good girl she is," I praise and her walls flutter around me. In this position, she's fucking tight as her silken walls fist me, welcoming me home.

Such a simple concept, but something settles deep inside me. Like I've found a missing piece somehow. So fucking cliché. Never thought I'd be that guy.

She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. "Lincoln," she moans, trying to push her hips back. "I need you."

I squeeze her hips roughly and raise my eyes from our joining to meet hers. The heat and desperation I see there almost have me slamming inside like my instincts beg me to do. "I need to go slow. I don't want to hurt you. You're so fucking tight."

"Mmmm." Her eyes roll as I push in a little further, then withdraw, only to push in further still.

I continue the process, torturing us both until I'm seated fully inside. Closing my eyes, I drop my head back on my shoulders, taking a moment to gather myself. I want this to last. I want to make her come again before I do, but with the way she tightly wraps around me, I'll need to draw on every ounce of control I have.

My years of experience. Those twelve years between us need to count for something.

Once I'm confident I won't come in two seconds, I open my eyes and drop my head, taking in Sophie bent over my desk, waiting patiently for me. The way my pelvis is tucked tightly against her backside and the shape of her body. The trust she's giving me blows my mind and fills every cell of my body with gratitude that she walked into my life.

With hot possessiveness to be her last lover.

Fuck!

This pocket-sized woman holds power over me I never would have considered possible. Devotion and loyalty grow in my chest and spread through my body. I want to worship this woman for as long as she'll allow me.

She was made for me just as I was made for her.

I fold my body over hers and take her mouth in a slow kiss. One I hope expresses this means something to me.

That she means something to me.

Our teeth clash at this angle, but I don't stop. I'm too raw and I need this connection to ground me. She teases my tongue with hers and I move my hips in a languid dance—slowly retreating and filling her silky heat, matching the action with my tongue in her mouth.

When we pull away to catch our breath, our eyes catch and lock, and I wonder if the vulnerability I see in hers is mirrored in mine. Can she see how affected I am by her? How much I want to keep her?

The need to move. To mate. To fucking snap my hips and bury myself deep burns my muscles.

Kissing my way along her jaw to her ear, I blow a hot breath along her cheek, then rub the scruff on my jaw across the smooth area. "Are you ready, Shortcake?" She nods, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. "I need your words," I tell her, then kiss her shoulder as I slowly withdraw.

Her eyes widen slightly, and she nods, humming her agreement. Then remembers she needs to speak. "I'm so ready. My body's on fire for you. Please move."

It's all I need. I snap my hips forward so fast that my head spins as her walls spasm around my length. Pushing up from my prone position, I grip her hips and reluctantly drag my cock from her heat. My eyes drop to the slickness coating the condom and a sudden rush of desire to do this bare overwhelms me.

Don't be foolish dickhead.

She wiggles her hips, tempting me to move. I snap my hips forward like I want to drill through her body, shunting my desk forward at the same time with the force. Delicate grunts leave her lips as I rut into her like the fucking animal I am. My desire to be gentle for her first time in so long, forgotten.

Desperation takes its place.

Pure need and desire.

Raw lust and instinct taking over.

My hips snap and withdraw without guidance from me in a dance that's as innate as breathing. Our moans and gasps lance through the air, my hips slap against Sophie's ass, and the desk scratches against the concrete floor, creating a soundtrack that's so damn erotic I can't stand it.

Another slam of my hips. Another moan from Sophie's swollen lips and her walls tighten around my cock, sucking me in deeper. So deep, that I swear I can touch her soul. Her very center. The core of who she is.

My blood fizzes and tingles.

My focus narrows to us.

To the primal place where we're joined and the parts of her I can't see but feel deeply connected to. Our skin glistens with perspiration while red blotches decorate Sophie's tender flesh as her body takes my punishing strokes.

I snap my hips and Sophie's walls pulse. She's getting close, so I tangle my fingers in her hair and tug her head back, holding her in place. "Come on, Shortcake. Don't hold back on me now. Give me everything. Every moan. Every shudder. Break apart and know I'll put all of your pieces back together."

Her pussy spasms around my cock as I rut into her relentlessly, while her spine makes a beautiful shape as it bows when she cries out. With her head tugged back and her body tight and shuddering, she falls apart.

Her pussy sucks me in and holds me tight.

It's fucking magnificent.

Gritting my teeth to hold back my release, I slow my hips, teasing her through her orgasm until she collapses. Her cheek flush against my desk, her hair an absolute mess, and her eyes pressed closed. The muscles in her back move up and down with each inhale and exhale and her lips tip up lazily.

When she slowly opens her eyes, she twists her head and looks at me with a lazy gaze and a satiated smirk. "That was better than any of my toys."

Laughter bubbles from deep within and bursts out of me. "You're so damn unexpected, Soph."

She shrugs off my comment and the need to pull her into my arms becomes too intense. Holding the base of my dick to keep the condom in place, I carefully withdraw, then help Sophie up from her prone position. Turning her around, I collect her in my embrace and kiss her with all the desire and lust I have for her, but also with a promise that I'll always take care of her.

Her hands slide around my body until she's cupping my shoulder blades as our tongues stroke and tease, lick and taste. We've kissed before, but this feels like we've been doing it for a lifetime already. It feels like we were always meant to kiss each other. Like we were made for each other.

Without tearing my mouth from hers, I slip back inside her welcoming heat, pushing her thighs open wide. She swallows my groan and I pull away slightly to press my forehead to hers. "I need a minute."

Her fingers trace my shoulder blades, then graze down the planes of my back, making my muscles twitch beneath her touch. "Take all the time you need. I love having you inside me. I feel so full … so right," she murmurs against my mouth.

"You feel goddamn incredible around my cock." I press my mouth to hers, swiping my tongue across the swollen pillows, and stealing my way inside. "You were made for me," I murmur against her lips.

Moving my hips in slow, leisurely thrusts, I take my time to build her toward another orgasm. That'll be three. She has a lot of years to make up for and I intend to help her do that. Now that I've experienced the beauty of being inside her, she'll be lucky if I ever leave.

"Linc," Sophie murmurs desperately as her hips move to match mine.

I can't get deep enough like this and I need to bury myself in the center of her being. Gripping her curvy ass, I lift her off my desk. "Wrap your legs around me." She does, locking her feet around my hips. Spinning around, I press her back against the wall and rut into her. My hips piston relentlessly and when I slide my hands around her thighs to open her further, I sink that much deeper into her tight heat. A groan vibrates from my core, rumbling up my throat and past my lips. Sophie swallows it, meeting it with one of her own.

With her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her tits pressed tightly against my chest, she bounces on my cock. "You're so deep like this." She moans into my ear, her hot breath coating the side of my face, sending my need to come into the stratosphere. Her fingers slip up into my hair and tighten around the strands.

Lightning flashes through my veins and my muscles shake with the need to release. I drop my head to suck one of Sophie's nipples into my mouth as I continue to snap my hips, adjusting the angle to hit the spot inside her. I need her to fucking come. The telltale sign of her impending orgasm as she fists around me has relief firing through my synapses.

"God, I'm so close again," she exclaims, a tinge of disbelief in her voice. Her short nails claw my shoulders and I tighten my grip on her sensational thighs.

"Give it to me, Soph," I grunt as lightning shoots down my spine toward my balls.

Drawing on every reserve I have, I piston my hips with long, deep strokes. Her tits slide against my pecs with every thrust and the sensations are almost too much. I slam my mouth down on hers and attack her tongue with rough strokes—stealing her breaths as my own. Desperation takes over, and I grab her ass cheeks and squeeze. Her walls clamp tight and the rhythmic tensing of her internal muscles sends me flying over the edge.

A kaleidoscope of color fills my vision as I pull Sophie away from the wall so I can wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. Nuzzling her neck, I groan as I bury myself one last time and fill the condom with my release. Wave after wave of hot cum and for the second time tonight, I wish I wasn't wearing a condom—that my release was filling her. A concept so completely foreign to me, it takes me by surprise.

My body shudders against hers as she wraps her arms around me, holding me as tight as I'm holding her. Our chests expand and deflate rapidly with our breaths, and our hearts pound with a frantic rhythm.

Her hands slip into my hair and her mouth finds mine. I open eagerly, wanting this experience to last as long as possible. Without severing our connection, I find my chair and sit. Our kiss deepens and as we get lost in it, Sophie moves her hips slowly, taking us both over the edge again.