“Babe, what are you doing?”
He tries to push back up, but I don’t let him.
“I want you on top of me, Lincoln. I want to feel your whole body pushing me into the mattress as you fuck me.”
Lowering his lips to my ear, he nibbles the lobe. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Yes, I do. I don’t think you understand how bad I want you to claim me and fuck me and own me. I want it to hurt so bad it feels good. I want an ache between my thighs every time I sit down, knowing it was you who put it there.”
“I’ll crush you,” he whispers.
“No, you won’t. I trust you. Please. Please, just fuck me. Mark me. Show me how bad you want me.”
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.” In one thrust, his cock bottoms out against my cervix, and I try to arch my back, but I can’t because his two-hundred-pound body is forcing mine into the bed. I’m paralyzed, unable to move as he pounds in and out of me in harsh, unforgiving movements.
It’s raw and carnal and the best damn thing I’ve ever felt. He’s taking something from me he’s never taken before, and I happily let him. With each thrust, my hips are shoved forward, causing my clit to rub against the sheet, and I know I’m not going to last long.
One arm threads beneath my arm, his large hand gently curling around the base of my throat as he holds me in place while his mouth devours my neck.
“This pussy is mine, baby. When you’re with those guys, I want you to feel me here, to know who you belong to.” His thrusts become more aggressive. “Let me here you say it, Adley.”
“I’m yours!” I cry out in pure ecstasy as he drives my body higher than it’s ever been before.
The fingers around my neck tighten a little, and when he growls, “That’s right, sweetheart, and I’m yours,” I hurtle over the edge.
I cry out his name, begging him to fuck me harder. And he does.
I grab the pillow above my head and hold on for dear life as the first orgasm rushes through me. Color explodes behind my eyes. My vision blurs, my ears fill with white noise. Sparks of pleasure race through my veins, and each time my clit is forced against the sheet, a jolt of electricity shoots through me. It’s intense, and I’m not sure how much more of it I can take, but it doesn’t stop, and another orgasm washes through me. Tears leak from my eyes as Lincoln pounds harder and faster and deeper, and then his hips jerk once, twice, and a third time before his body goes rigid on top of mine.
His strokes slow as we work to catch our breath. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.” He rolls off of me, pulls me against his side and presses a kiss to my head. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No.” I shake my head and relax against him. “That was…I didn’t know sex could be that good.”
I feel him grin against me. “I didn’t know we could be that good.”
“We should’ve been doing that the last five months.”
“We should’ve. Adley?”
“Yeah?”
“That was more than sex.”
14
Lincoln
Leaving Adley all soft and sated in my bed was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. As much as I’d like to stay and worship her body, she needs to study, and I’ve got shit to get done. First up on my list: Dad.
When I pull into his driveway, I’m shocked to see him standing on the front porch. His eyes are closed, and his face is tilted toward the morning sun. It’s nice today, much nicer than it has been, but that’s usually not enough to pull him off the couch.
“You okay?” I ask, walking up the front walk. I stop at the bottom step and watch him. When he doesn’t respond, I try again. “Dad, are you okay?”
“I couldn’t remember what it felt like to have the sun on my face,” he says without opening his eyes. “I was sitting there wondering what certain things felt like, and for the life of me, I couldn’t remember.”
My dad is not a philosophical guy. I’ve always considered him simple. Simple life. Simple mind. Simple values. Which means he’s either drunk, or dying.
“Did you walk down to the corner store?”