DONNA #2
Lincoln leaned over her back. A growl escaped his lips with each push and pull into and out of Donna’s wet, greedy pussy. He reached around and palmed her breast. He roughly pinched her nipple, sending an electrifying current directly to her core.
Lincoln stood straight. He gripped her hips and pounded her from behind. With each thrust, his balls slapped her clit, creating delicious friction that was sure to send her over the edge.
“Goddamn, baby,” Donna blurted through breaths. “Fuck me!”
Lincoln obliged, impaling her again and again with his thick, hefty dick.
“You fuck me sooo damn good, ba-by!” Donna was so close. She had climbed to the peak of a mountain and was ready to fall. The proof of her pleasure trickled down her inner thigh. Through uncontrollable panting, she began to shout, “Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Yes, Lincoln! Fuck!”
Lincoln slid his hand under her hip and pinched her clit between his fingers.
He slammed repeatedly in and out of Donna's pussy so deep that her feet were lifted from the floor.
She clawed at the sofa and screamed his name as he toyed with her clit and delivered deliberately deep blows to her throbbing insides.
Her walls tightened around him as she shattered into a million pieces. It was an unimaginable eruption.
Donna fell and fell hard as the waves of her orgasm slammed into her. Lincoln tightened his grip on her hips and yanked her pussy onto his dick, over and over. The sound of their sweaty bodies slapping together was quickly pushing her toward another orgasm.
“Pussy so good,” Lincoln declared as he fucked her with a vigor that indicated he was close to reaching a climax of his own.
Donna pushed desperately against him as the feel of his balls, slamming into the swollen bundle of nerves beneath her, reactivated a quickening in her belly.
“Fuck, Donna!” Lincoln gritted while rocking into her deeper and deeper with each thrust. “I’m cumming, baby. Damn!”
The warm evidence of his orgasm pulsed into Donna’s aching, throbbing canal. Donna could feel the roaring beat of his heart against her back as he emptied a hearty load into her.
Lincoln nearly collapsed when his knees buckled beneath him. But he caught himself and used his elbows to brace himself on the arm of the sofa. His warm breath cooled Donna’s sweat-covered skin as he placed sweet kisses on her back.
Lincoln peeled his body from hers and stood, creating an instant feeling of loss.
“I’ll get you a towel,” he said before giving her ass cheek a light smack. “When I get back, you can fill me in on this plan of yours.”
Donna held her position over the arm of the sofa. She couldn’t sit because the last thing she needed was to hear her sister bitching about the cum stain on her couch. Luckily, it didn’t take Lincoln long to return. He used a warm towel to clean between her legs and down her thighs.
“Thanks,” Donna said, taking the towel and wiping everything he missed.
She crossed the room and picked her panties up off the floor. After sliding them on, she walked over to the sofa and plopped down on the cushion. Lincoln donned his boxers and sat next to her.
“What are you up to, Detective?”
Donna tossed her long hair over her shoulder. “I’m gonna impersonate Bella.”
Lincoln raised a brow. “I gathered that, young lady. But you said you had a lead.”
Donna shrugged. “Not really a lead, but a hunch. Even though Bella and I were attacked at the same time, Lucas was a solo target. Whoever this person is, they are after Bella and Lucas. I would’ve just been collateral damage.”
Lincoln scratched at his five o'clock shadow. “And? Your big plan in to use yourself as bait?”
Donna nodded. “Yep.”
Lincoln captured her chin and pulled her face closer to his. “Have you gone insane?”
Donna pulled away and peered at him with a raised brow. “Lincoln, think of it as just another undercover assignment. I can handle myself.”
Lincoln kissed her forehead and sighed. “Donna, I don’t doubt for a minute that you can take care of yourself, but this is different. Normally, you know who your target is, and they don’t know you. This time, they know you, and you don’t have a clue who you're dealing with.”
“Lincoln, I--”
“No, babe,” he interrupted. “You’re flying blind here.”
Donna chuckled. “Honey, I’m always flying a little blind. It’s what I do. Bella solves homicides. I infiltrate.”
Lincoln shrugged. “I just don’t know how your acting skills and feminine wiles are gonna help find out who’s trying to kill us.”
“You’d be surprised,” Donna quipped. “And speaking of feminine wiles…” she began, glaring at Lincoln through narrowed lids. “Who is your blonde friend, and why was she all over you like Rose DeWitt Bukater on that iceberg?”
Lincoln laughed. “Titanic references? When do you have time for movies?”
Donna shook her head. “Don’t try to change the subject. Who’s the blonde?”
Lincoln’s lips curled into a crooked smile that made him look younger than he was. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”
“Of course, not.” Donna scoffed in rebuttal. “I’m just saying she’s real touchy-feely.”
“Touchy-feely?” Lincoln asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
He pulled her close to his chest and kissed the top of her head.
“Her name is Pam, and I don’t know about touchy-feely.
What I do know is she’s a highly-decorated soldier who retired and transitioned to the private sector.
She’s highly trained and qualified so I brought her in to keep our family safe. ”
“Yeah, okay,” Donna muttered. The possessiveness she was feeling for Lincoln was foreign.
“Listen here, Detective,” Lincoln whispered against her forehead. “You gotta get your head in the game. You need to stop worrying about Pam and go out and find me somebody to kill.”