14. Lincoln #2
“Lincoln, wait a minute.” I closed my eyes when I heard her voice. I really did not want to do this with Jasmin. I would take my brother over her. At least I could fight this adrenaline out of me.
I didn’t even bother to turn around and continued to walk around the corner of the house. “What do you need, Jasmin? I believe I was clear when I explained any further information could come from the reports.”
Just my fucking luck, she followed me.
“Why?” A simple question that there was no simple answer for.
Turning around, wanting to get this over with. “Why what? What the fuck do you want, Jasmin?” I snapped at her.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
She looked small and hurt, so fucking beautiful my insides hurt just looking at her.
“I just fucking did, woman. What the fuck more is there to say? You wanted answers, we gave them to you. Do you want me to sit and hold your hand now and pat you like a dog so you can feel better?”
The need to hurt this woman was overwhelming. She shattered my soul. I have never loved any other woman in my life. I loved her so deeply, I did not think I would ever get over her. My only option was to stay away.
“Don’t be a dick, Lincoln. Why didn’t you tell me that you were the one who took care of me?”
I was not answering that shit honestly. “What does it matter who took care of you? You were my mission, nothing more.” The lie tasted like shit on my tongue .
“Why don’t I remember you, but I can still remember everyone from before that mission?”
“Guess I was just forgettable. Like I said, it was meaningless.”
I needed to get her to stop fucking asking questions. The more she asked, the more I lied and with each word I spoke, my soul died a little more. Lying about our time together felt wrong. I wanted to tell her how I held her and kissed her for hours, loved every part of her body.
“Did we… Did we umm…” she stuttered, not finishing.
“Fuck,” I supplied.
“Yeah.” The blush I loved so much was creeping up her neck.
I felt my gut twisting and turning. This was the biggest lie I was going to tell. This was the lie that would kill my soul.
“Yes, sweetheart, we did. We were alone in a safe house for months. I couldn’t leave you alone even for a moment. When the urge hit, we fucked. It was good, so we kept fucking. We both knew it meant nothing; it was a means to satisfy an itch.”
“Fuck you, asshole!”
Before I knew what I was doing, I had her spun around facing the wall, my body pressed against her back, sandwiching her to the wall. I had no control around this woman. She was the most infuriating female I had ever met.
“Advice, sweetheart. Do not ask questions you do not want the answers to. Fuck me? You wanna go ahead and go another round? I’m game.
I have to tell you it was so much better this time around.
I didn’t have to go easy with you like I did the first time we were together.
I wasn’t afraid I would hurt you when I fucked you this time,” I taunted in her ear.
I could feel her body shaking as I held her captive. I didn’t know if it was from anger or if she was turned on. There was one quick way to find out. I groaned at the thought of shoving my hand down her pants to test her pussy. My dick was hardening at the thought of my hand touching her soft lips.
“Get the fuck off me, Lincoln.” Yeah, she was a little bit of both.
While her words sounded angry, I didn’t miss the way she pushed that tight little ass back to rub my hard on.
“Yeah, I think you like the idea. I think you would love nothing more than to feel my dick in you again, making you scream my name. You always did like it when I tied your hands up and fucked you from behind. ”
“Cocky much?”
Her lame ass come back told me she was more turned on than angry.
She was having a hard time controlling her breathing and that ass was snug up against my dick.
I knew her body so well I could read every tell she had.
I had spent days memorizing her. I had fucked this woman in every possible way.
What could one more quick orgasm hurt? With a quick look around to make sure no one was around, I reached my hand around to the front of her jeans and popped the button open.
“What are you doing?” Her breath was choppy, but she made no attempt to stop my hand from sliding into the front of her jeans.
“Giving you what you need, sweetheart.” I shoved my hand further into her pants and found exactly what I knew I would, wetness.
All it took was a few flicks on her clit to have her grinding her ass harder on my dick.
Shit, that felt good. As angry as I was with her, the need to fuck her again outweighed all other feelings.
Pushing her pants down around her thighs near her knees exposed that beautiful ass to me.
I pushed a finger back in her, getting her ready.
“This is going to be quick, Jasmin; brace your arms against the wall and don’t let go.” Unzipping my pants, I pulled out my hard dick, giving it a hard stroke before I positioned myself between her legs. “You’re gonna have to be quiet,” I demanded, my voice thick with lust.
With her pants pulled down just to her knees, my penetration was restricted. Her already tight pussy was made impossibly so. It took several hard thrusts before I was in only halfway. Christ, that felt good.
“Please,” she panted out.
I slammed home, feeling her tighten around me, her wetness coating my dick and running down my balls. Jasmin threw her head back and let out a long moan. Yeah, baby, I know the feeling.
“Quiet!” Grabbing her hips, I held her tightly, wanting her to wear my mark for days to come. I wanted her to be reminded of what she threw away.
“Please, baby.” This girl could not shut her damn mouth.
“Lincoln, my name is Lincoln,” I growled at her.
I reached around the front of her with one hand and tweaked her hard little clit, rubbing faster and harder until her legs wobbled and another gush of wetness leaked out of her pussy.
“You like being stuffed full of my cock, don’t you, Jasmin?
Your juicy pussy is gushing down my balls and running onto the floor.
You ready to come?” I rubbed harder as I spoke in her ear.
I knew she loved to hear me talk dirty to her, the filthier the better.
“That greedy little pussy of yours is trying to milk the come right out of my dick.”
“Linc, oh, fuck, please let me come.” She was a sobbing mess.
She turned her head, trying to pull me in for a kiss.
Just before her lips touched mine, I pulled back.
Fuck that shit, I was not going to fall for that.
Fucking her was a primal need; my body ached for her.
Kissing her was something else entirely, something I rarely did with women before her.
I could not share that intimacy with her, not anymore.
“Come now!” With a hard smack on her ass, I pounded into her harder until I felt her building orgasm break free and the muscles in her pussy started to contract and squeeze around my dick.
One more hard thrust and I stayed planted deep, throwing my head back in ecstasy. I felt each rope of my come filling her. This woman would be the death of me.