Chapter 17
Lincoln's POV
Driving back home, I squirm in the driver’s seat.
My cock is throbbing non-stop. I hate this.
I hate feeling like this. Okay, yeah, Sarah is very attractive, and seeing her vulnerable like that turns me on.
Maybe it has nothing to do with her specifically, or maybe it does.
I mean, I’m a man, so why would I not be attracted?
She likes me, and even Gabby had pointed it out.
My mind keeps going back to Sarah hugging me, smiling at me, her face being red with tears, the way her voice sounded on the phone when she called me asking me to rescue her.
God, my dick is so hard right now. I try to position it properly, then look over to my right, noticing Gabby staring at my lap before rolling her eyes or fluttering them in irritation before looking through the windshield.
My wife definitely saw my erection.
“It’s not what you think it is,” I blurt out before she can say anything.
“What’s not what I think it is?” she asks tightly, not looking at me.
“Me being hard. That’s what you were looking at. And I know your mind go—just starts going to weird places,” I say, trying to do damage control, knowing that I’m lying because I 100% am thinking about my coworker.
Gabby rolls her eyes. “So I shouldn’t think anything of the fact that you just went to go rescue her from something that could clearly have been resolved on her own since she was already walking away from the house.
I’m not supposed to be… the least bit concerned about the fact that she hugs you a little too tightly.
And right after that you getting a hard-on and looking super red.
Cuz that hard-on has nothing to do with her, right? ” Gabby asks.
I want to be honest, but I don’t want to get into a fight with my wife. Like how else would I explain this?
“She’s a woman. And we just… we had sex earlier and… I don’t know, maybe it’s all the drama and—”
“What does her being a woman have to do with anything?”
“I mean I… feel like anything I say I’m going to get in trouble.”
“Why would you get in trouble, Lincoln? Is it because she turns you on? Are you attracted to her?” Gabby asks, still peeved.
The fact that my wife is asking me all those questions makes my whole body light up with nervousness, and my dick gets even harder, almost painfully so. I want to come so bad.
I can’t take this anymore, and I can’t drive like this.
“But you only have eyes for me, right? But I’m the only woman for you, right?” she says challengingly, still staring out the windshield, tears in her eyes that are too stubborn to fall.
Looking over at my wife, I see how mad she is, and it’s just everything.
Sarah being so beautiful, liking me and trusting me, and those words that she said to me.
And then my wife Gabby being jealous. For some reason, being stuck between two women even when nothing’s going on with one of them makes me feel strange.
I pull over into a parking lot by a park that’s empty.
“Why does she make you so jealous? I’m not going anywhere,” I say, my dick at its maximum hardness, throbbing incessantly, making me feel like I’m going to come hands-free.
“Who says I’m jealous, Lincoln?” Gabby says, staring at me with fire in her eyes before she rolls her eyes and looks away.
I want to fuck her. I want to fuck my wife right now. “Come here,” I say, pulling her, but she shrugs her arm off.
“Just take me home, please.”
“Baby,” I plead.
“We’re three blocks away from the house, so please just take me the fuck home,” Gabby says firmly.
Groaning and feeling the pain of blue balls setting in, I shift the car out of park until we get to the house.
The entire ride, the horniness has been unbearable.
We get out of the car, and as soon as Gabby steps inside, I can’t take it anymore.
I grab her arms, spin her around, and kiss her.
She kisses me back at first but then shoves me off.
Then I swear to God something just comes over me, and I take her by the throat and walk her back assertively until her back is pressed up against the wall.
She yells as I slam her there, her eyes opening in fear at first.
“You’re so fucking disrespectful. You know that?
I want to fuck you… you’re my wife. None of that shit matters.
So when I want to fuck you…” I say through my teeth, hungry for Gabby as I pull my dick out.
“... I’m gonna fuck you. You understand me, woman?
” I growl as I lift her and slam her back against the wall as I start to slam myself inside of her.
I know my wife full well and see her fighting a smile, her teeth almost on full display as she wraps her arms around me and groans into my mouth as she kisses me.
I know that she likes me being assertive.
Still holding her neck, I fuck her against the wall of our house, letting all my frustration flow free into the augers of her insides. The way she growls into my mouth, scratching my back, sends me into a frenzy. I need to be deeper.
With my hands cradling her ass as I carry her, her legs still wrapped around me, I drop onto my knees right there on the living room floor. Her long, beautiful brown legs brace over my shoulders as I hold myself up over her.
My biceps shake with the tension of holding up my upper body as I back up my pelvis before slamming back down, hard as possible, to meet my wife’s.
“OW! FUCK ME! OH LINK! LINCOLN!” she screams.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I say, barely able to breathe.
“F-fu—oh—ugh—FUCK, ugh, YOU!” she whimpers as she yells with each of my relentless poundings.
The sound of our skin slapping together as my pelvis meets the back of her thighs causes me to climb closer to the edge.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD! AAAAAUGH SHHHHIT!” my voice carries, echoing off the walls as I come hard.
God damn, that was so fucking good. Holy shit.
I don’t remember the last time we fucked that hard and that angry. It’s frustration with her and her frustration with me, her jealousy, my constant growing state of arousal around my coworker, it’s all come to a head.
Maybe Sarah put me in the mood, or maybe it was everything.
Maybe I just wanted to feel wanted and needed.
I hadn’t felt like that in a while. A small part of me wonders what it would have been like to have that with Sarah, but then it’s quickly washed away when I look down and see my wife, a sheen of sweat across her pretty face.
Her hair is all messed up. She had flat-ironed her hair yesterday, and now, with all the moisture and the sweat, I can see the roots getting their curl back. Even though she likes to wear it straight most times, her curly hair is so sexy. It makes her look young and wild, like a feminine warrior.
A woman who gave birth to all the nations. She’s always looked like a manifestation of Mother Nature to me. I love her so much.
Releasing one hell of a sigh, I drop down onto her chest, pressed up against hers, both of us breathing like we’ve run to the moon and back.
“Damn you. Think you can just fuck your way out of everything?” my wife says breathlessly.
“Not everything. But this time yeah,” I smile, leaning down to look at her and placing one kiss on her lips.
“You stopped right before I went over,” she whispers.
“I know I did,” I smile mischievously.
As I kiss her again and prepare to get up, she hooks her arm around the back of my neck.
“Oh no you don’t!” she says firmly, causing me to laugh.
“Of course I’m not going to leave you like this. But you know what, with all the shit you’ve been giving me, maybe I should,” I say, playing around as I prepare to get up again.
“Would you stop?” she laughs.
I love hearing that sound; the sound of her being happy and me making her feel that way.
“What do you want, baby?” I ask, propped up on my elbows, still inside her. She looks up at me, my chin all the way down to my chest just to meet her eyes.
“I want you… to keep on making love to me until I come,” she whispers, her pretty eyes never leaving mine.
“Ask me. Ask me nicely,” I tease with a bright smile, feeling my eyes soften.
“Please, Mr Arnoldson…”
My hips start moving tenderly, my dick not as hard as it was, but God damn it, if my wife isn’t so beautiful right now. Moving slowly, I then jam my cock straight into her, causing her to shriek.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” my voice comes out devilishly soft.
Well aware of what I’m doing to her, I jam in again, stabbing her cervix, my erection roaring back.
“Yes. Yes, it’s what I want,” she says breathily.
Then my movements soften until there’s a steady rhythm of her hips moving along mine, our holy matrimony missionary melding us together, leaving no more room for tension or anger.
This woman loves me. Just staring down at her eyes and seeing the way she looks at me… she loves me.
Other women have given me a similar look. I’ve slept with other women long ago. Before Gabby. And even from then, I have recognized that same look.
Sarah has given me a similar look. But even with all the looks from other women, none of them felt like this.
Like the one Gabby gives me.
Without even needing to see, I know I’m giving her the same look too.
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