Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
WILLA
I needed him inside me. Now. With a desperation that was altogether foreign to me. Sex had always been fine. Something I’d done with a few people, but nothing I’d ever craved.
But this? With Lincoln? This was something else entirely.
I reached for him, my body still shaking, my pussy throbbing for more. “I need you inside me.”
He groaned against me, gave my clit one final flick of his tongue, and stood. His cock was thick and hard, sticking straight out from his body and looking intimidating as fuck.
Shit.
What was the sex equivalent of my eyes being bigger than my stomach? Because I was pretty sure I was living that reality, except my pussy was the one in danger now.
“Fuck, you’re big,” I breathed, unable to drag my eyes away from him.
He huffed out a pained laugh and gave one firm stroke up his length, precome spilling from his head and over his fingers. “You’re already saying that, and I’m not even inside—”
His words cut off, and he froze, eyes snapping to mine. “Fuck.”
“What?”
He dragged his other hand down his face, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck.”
“What?” I asked again. “What is it?”
Exhaling a deep sigh, he met my gaze. “I don’t have a condom.”
I stared at him, mouth agape, eyes wide. “Seriously? You didn’t bring one?”
“You don’t have to sound so shocked about it. I wasn’t exactly expecting to rail my wife this afternoon.”
I braced myself on my elbows and glared at him—standing there looking all hot and gorgeous and ready for me. “Well, I wasn’t expecting to want your dick inside me either, but here we are.”
He darted his gaze down to my pussy, then back to my face. “You still have an IUD?”
I froze for half a second, then swallowed. Gave a short nod. “You been tested recently?”
“It’s been a while.” Giving himself a slow, lazy stroke, he stepped closer. “But I’m clear. And I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
I didn’t know what a long time was in Lincoln speak. And at the present moment, I wasn’t exactly in a place mentally to break down that statement or ask him for clarification. All I could do was stare at him—hard cock in hand, chest rising fast, jaw clenched like he was this close to snapping.
“You trust me?” he asked, voice low. Serious.
Lincoln’s and my relationship was a lot of things—tumultuous, volatile, messy. But he was one of very few people in my life I trusted implicitly. Even with all our history and baggage. Maybe even because of it.
“You know I do.”
He was on me in a heartbeat, climbing onto the bed as he trailed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone. He sucked one nipple into his mouth before moving his attention to the other, his hands just as busy. “You gonna take me bare, wife? Let me feel how tight you get when you come around me?”
“If you think you can make that happen,” I said, half taunting him just because. “We’re in uncharted territory now.”
“Hellcat, I’m the one mapping this uncharted territory.” He sat on his heels, gripping the backs of my thighs and spreading me wide for him.
“Your smugness is choking me.”
“I have every reason to be smug.” He ran the head of his cock through my slit, groaning like he was already half undone.
“I made you come without even touching you. Drank every bit of your pleasure when you fell apart against my tongue. So if you think I’m going to settle deep inside this cunt tonight without feeling you come around it, you don’t know me as well as you thought, wife. ”
“That’s just talk and a lot of lofty promises.”
His lips curved up in a grin, deliberate and so fucking sexy. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
And then he was there, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and my breath caught.
Oh shit. Shit.
He was thick. Devastatingly thick.
With ragged, panting breaths, I locked my gaze on his as he pressed deeper, stretching me to that delicious edge where pleasure met pain. “Lincoln—”
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, one hand braced beside my head, the other splayed across my hip like he was grounding me. Claiming me. “You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you? And I’m gonna go nice and easy. Just breathe, baby.”
The stretch was slow. Relentless. All while Lincoln kissed me everywhere he could—my mouth, my neck, my breasts, sucking on my nipples like they were his favorite candy and he couldn’t get enough.
And through it all, my heartbeat thrummed in my ears, matching the pulse of my clit as he sank inside me, inch by deliciously thick inch.
“Almost?” I asked on panting breaths, my fingers curled tight around his wrist.
He slipped his hand down, brushing his thumb against my clit and pulling a moan straight from my throat. “There you go. Let me in, wife.”
“You are in.”
“Not even halfway yet, hellcat.”
“What?” I snapped my head up and stared between us, my gaze focused on the sight of my pussy stretched so wide around his cock, more than half of it still outside my body. “Oh my god. Oh my fuck, you’re going to kill me with your monster cock, aren’t you? That’s been your plan all along.”
He breathed out a laugh—half wild, half smug. “You’re the one who begged for it.”
I gasped, partially from indignation, but mostly thanks to him sinking another inch inside. “I did not—”
“You did,” he said. “No use lying now, wife. Fuck knows I’ve been begging for you for longer than I want to admit.”
He pushed in another inch, and I groaned, my entire body arching beneath him like it was trying to pull away and suck him deeper all at once.
“Jesus, Linc…” I glanced between us, seeing how much of his cock he’d sunk inside me.
“Told you,” he growled against my throat, pressing an openmouthed kiss there. “We’ll make it fit.”
And we did. Inch by unrelenting inch, until the push and pull and drag of him in my pussy made me dizzy with want. Until my walls clamped down on his cock like they weren’t ready to give up a single part of him.
“Feel that?” he rasped, not moving. Just buried deep inside me, letting me settle into the stretch and fullness. “Your sweet little cunt is wrapped so tight around me, it feels like your pussy doesn’t want to let me go.”
I whimpered, staring up into his eyes as he shifted his hips, pulling back before sinking deep again. My eyes fluttered closed on a moan, my pussy pulsing around him. Every pleasure synapse in my body pinpointed on the spot we were joined.
He brushed kisses along my jaw, across my cheek, before settling his lips against my ear. “This is mine now, wife. You understand? This cunt is mine.”
With lazy rolls of his hips, he fucked me like he had all the time in the world. Like I wasn’t seconds from breaking apart beneath him, just like he’d promised.
“No one else has felt this. No one else has earned this.” He pulled nearly all the way out before pushing back inside in an unhurried, deliberate thrust, groaning like he was already close. “First man to watch you unravel. First to taste your come. And now?”
He kissed me slow and deep, so much possession in each slide of his tongue against mine. Then he pressed his forehead against mine and glanced between us, staring at where he was disappearing inside me.
“Now…I’m gonna be the first and only man to make you fall apart on his cock.”
“Do it, then,” I rasped, locking my legs around his hips and lifting mine to meet his next thrust. “Make me come all over you.”
His eyes blazed, the rhythm of his thrusts stuttering. “Say that again.”
“You heard me.”
With a growl, he sat back on his heels and gripped my thighs, holding me open for him. And then he slammed into me, over and over, his cock hitting that place inside me only he’d been able to reach.
“Not gonna stop till you do exactly that, wife,” he said, punctuating every word with a deep, punishing thrust, his thumb a blur against my clit. “Gonna work this perfect cunt till she’s squeezing me so tight you forget your own fucking name.”
I gripped his thighs, my nails digging in, searching for purchase. That only made him slam into me harder, grinding deeper. And when he pressed his palm flat on my lower stomach, adding pressure as he strummed my clit with his thumb, something built deep inside, wild and reckless.
“Oh my god, Lincoln—” I choked out, unable to do anything but stare up at him as he took me exactly where he wanted me to go.
“That’s it,” he gritted out, his gaze darting between my face and my pussy as he sank inside again and again. “Let them hear you. Let this whole fucking town know your husband fucks you better than anyone else ever could.”
I didn’t try to keep quiet. Even if I had, it wouldn’t have mattered. I no longer had control of anything. Not my voice, not my body.
Sure as hell not my heart.
I moaned, loud and wrecked and completely gone for him.
“You want to say it’s not real again? Wanna lie to me with your mouth while your pussy spills all your dirty little secrets?”
His grip on my hip turned punishing, his fingers digging into my flesh like he was trying to brand himself there.
“Tell me you feel that,” he demanded, his palm pressing harder on my lower belly, thumb circling my clit even faster. “The way you’re squeezing my cock… She knows, baby. Your perfect cunt knows exactly who she belongs to.”
Every word landed like an electric shock, zapping through my body, sparking in all the places we were connected. I was unraveling beneath him, inch by inch, second by second, so close to falling into oblivion.
“Linc—” I gasped. “I’m gonna—”
“That’s right.” He sped up, his thumb flying across my clit, hips thrusting deep. Just as crazed for it as I was. “Give it to me, wife. Come all over your husband’s cock. Show me no one else deserves to feel this pussy but me.”
On a broken sob, I exploded—back arching, nails digging into his flesh, and his name falling from my lips like a prayer. My pussy clenched around him, over and over, until he cursed and sank deep.
With a low, guttural moan against my neck, he fell over the edge with me, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside me, his body shuddering with his release.
We stayed like that for long moments, both of us gasping, boneless, wrecked. My body was trembling beneath his, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might leap straight out of my chest.
Lincoln lifted his head from my neck and rested his forehead against mine, his eyes closed, our breath mingling in the space between us.
“Jesus Christ, Willa,” he rasped. Proof he was just as wrung out as I was.
I ran my fingers up and down his back, relishing in the fullness of him still inside me. I wasn’t sure I ever wanted him to leave.
Before I could tell him just that, he sat up and pulled out, slowly, carefully. And I felt it immediately—the warm, slick slide of his come leaking out of me. My breath caught at the sensation, but it was the look on Lincoln’s face that had my lungs seizing.
Staring between us, his eyes dark and ravenous, he licked a slow path across his bottom lip. He shuffled a bit closer, swiping the head of his cock against my pussy, gathering every bit of his orgasm that had slipped out of me.
And then, with his eyes locked on mine, he pushed his cock inside me again. A slow, possessive thrust that left no doubt to his intention, filling me in the way only he could.
“Oh god,” I moaned. “Again?”
“Hell yes, again. You think we’re done?” he asked, his voice low, gritty, as he rocked into me. “Not yet, wife. I’m gonna keep filling you up until your greedy pussy learns to hold every single drop.”