Chapter 8
LINCOLN
Fuck.
I like hearing her call me that, even though I have no right to it. That’s an honor I won’t ever earn. Climbing over her, I reach behind her and untie the lacy bra, exposing her perky tits to me. I tease one nipple with my tongue, and then the other, before making my way back down her body.
I turn on the vibrating toy and press it to her clit.
Her eyes widen in surprise, as she opens her mouth to say something, but it turns to a loud moan.
She pulls on her restraints as I push the pink vibrator inside her pussy.
She looks fucking glorious, laid out for me like she’s mine.
Her cheeks blush as she cries out during her second orgasm.
I slowly pull the pink vibrator out of her pussy, before pushing it back inside her.
“Sir. I can’t-”
It doesn’t take me long to figure out what she was trying to say.
She bucks her hips as she screams in pleasure and fucks the toy.
I smile as I pull the toy out of her, and set both of them aside.
“Good girl. Now you’re ready.”
I roll a condom on, move over her, and she wraps her legs around my hips, as I line my cock up with her drenched pussy. I push inside her with a groan, as I try to insert myself fully but meet resistance.
I’m surprised, considering I just fucked her with a vibrator. It was smaller than I am, but it still has me asking questions.
“Are you a virgin, sweetheart?”
She shakes her head as I move back and forth, trying to loosen her up, so I can fully enter her.
“No. It’s been a long time. I’m sorry.”
I chuckle as I move in and out of her, ‘til I’m buried to the hilt.
Placing a hand on the mattress on either side of her, I ask, “Are you apologizing for having a tight, perfect pussy, Ella?”
Her cheeks blush red, as obvious embarrassment shows on her face.
“I don’t want to be a disappointment, Sir.”
I place a soft kiss on her lips.
“Impossible.”
She whimpers as I kiss her again, this time plunging my tongue into her mouth, while moving inside her.
Reaching up to undo the straps on her wrists, I warn her, “Hold on,” and turn over, so she’s riding me.
I watch her tits move, as she bounces up and down on my cock, and she looks fucking stunning. She falls forward as she’s consumed with another orgasm, and digs her nails into my chest. I hope it leaves a mark, so I can always remember her this way.
Lifting her off me, I turn her over to her stomach and grab her hips, while slamming back inside her, groaning in between thrusts.
“Fucking.” Thrust. “Perfect.” Thrust. “Girl.”
Like the early morning hours, I come sooner than I’d like to, as I remind myself repeatedly how this has to be.
One night only, Linc. We can’t be more than this.