Chapter 38
Lincoln
I feel her eyes on me the entire time I’m clearing away the breakfast dishes, like a seductive caress on my skin.
“I would have been happy to do that,” she says.
“I know that. But I’m perfectly capable of clearing some dishes.” I enjoyed cooking for her, even though it’s something I
rarely do. Surprisingly, I enjoy taking care of her in the smallest of ways, especially as I’m sure she never had much of
this in her life before.
When I’m done, she’s still watching me, her eyes raking hungrily over my body. I crack my neck and smirk at her. “Was there
something else I was supposed to do after breakfast?”
She squeals, her face lighting up with happiness. “My reward?”
Dammit, I feel things for her that go way beyond sex, beyond my need to protect her. She’s unraveling me inch by inch and
I have no desire to stop her. I scoop her up from her spot on the stool and bring her to her bed. I could have done what I
had planned on the kitchen counter, or the table, but the bed will be more comfortable for her. And this will be all about
her. I lay her down, spreading her legs wide open for me.
She bites down on her luscious lower lip, making me want to do the same.
Gently I swipe my finger through her pink swollen folds and she winces. “Are you sore, baby?”
“Yes, sir. But I’m okay.” Her lower lip wobbles. I’m sure she’s thinking she’s going to miss out on her reward, but that’s
not going to happen. It’s my reward too.
I press a reassuring kiss on her lower abdomen. “Relax. I’m not going to fuck you, but I’m still going to take care of you.”
“But I want you to fuck me, sir,” she whimpers.
I crawl over her and nuzzle her neck. “You’re a good girl for telling me what you want and for admitting that you’re sore,
but right now, I’m going to ask you to trust me, angel. If I fuck you, it will hurt. Not like before. It will be worse. Even
though you’re wet. Even though I know you want me to.”
My fingers work through the buttons of her shirt—my shirt—and I open it wide, exposing her beautiful body. The curve of her
hips, her flat stomach, her luscious tits, begging to be bitten. Seeing her in my clothes spikes the possessive need in me.
A contrast between the familiarity of it and the animalistic claiming of her by wrapping her in something that’s mine. I trail
kisses over her collarbone, down to her pert nipples. I lavish one with attention, flicking the peak until it hardens further
in my mouth, before moving to the other.
She winds her fingers in my hair, pulling at the roots while she writhes beneath me. Desperate and eager. So fucking needy
and sweet. “Lincoln,” she whines.
Unable to deny her any longer, I move lower. The scent of her pussy already has my mouth watering, feral to taste her. I’ve
thought about eating her cunt for so long, aware it’s likely to be the final nail in my coffin. Fucking her senseless is one
thing, but burying my face in the most intimate part of her, having her fall apart on my tongue . . . that’s going to be my
undoing. There’s no going back once I do this. My ruin will be entirely complete.
She whimpers when my breath dusts over her clit. “Please. I need you inside me.”
“I promise this will feel just as good, baby. Trust me.”
I flick my tongue over her swollen bud and she cries out my name, her hips almost shooting off the bed. I suppress a laugh
at her response, directing all my attention to the bundle of nerves controlling her entire body right now. I suck her clit
into my mouth, letting her sweet taste overwhelm me. She tastes like salt and honey and sin.
She shrieks. “Wh-what was that? What are you doing?”
“I’m eating your pussy.”
“That’s a thing?”
This time I don’t bother to hide the laugh that tumbles out of me, my lips still pressed against her flesh, sending vibrations
through her that make her tremble in a whole new way that makes me even harder. Oh, it’s a thing. A thing I plan on doing
a lot of. I direct my attention to her entrance, lapping at the arousal already seeping out of her before slipping my tongue
inside her.
“Oh, Linc!” she moans, bucking her hips and riding my face until I’m forced to hold her still with my hands on her waist before
she gives herself chafe burns from my beard. “That feels so good.”
Tastes so good too. I could spend hours eating this pussy, and I would if she weren’t so tender. I move from her entrance
to her clit, lavishing her cunt with careful attention. And she’s so on edge, all her nerve endings still worked up from last
night, that she climaxes easily—her cum rushing out of her and soaking my beard. I drink up every drop I can, wishing I could
sink my aching cock into her but knowing I can’t.
She protests that she’s too sensitive to go again. I’d usually push her past that point until she comes on my face once more,
but I really do want to fuck her tonight, so I acquiesce and move back to her nipples, sucking and biting on each one. She
grinds herself against me, chasing another orgasm already.
“You’re so needy, angel,” I tell her.
“I’m sorry,” she says, a tremor in her voice that stops me in my tracks.
I stare into her beautiful face. “That is absolutely nothing to be sorry about, baby. I fucking love it.”
She gives me a faint smile. “You do?”
“You think I don’t love you being desperate for my cock, or my fingers, or my mouth? Imogen, it’s the biggest turn on ever.”
“I was always told a woman being needy wasn’t a good thing.”
I brush back her hair and school my temper. “Forget everything you were ever told about sex and relationships, okay? Hearing
you moaning my name is the sweetest sound I ever heard.”
Her smile grows wider. “Can I do something for you?”
She does more for me than she will ever know. “Such as?”
She glances at my hard cock. “Take care of you the way you did for me?”
“No, baby. You don’t have to do that. This was all about you.”
“I want to do it though. You told me to ask for what I want, Lincoln.” She sounds confident and self-assured. And I did tell
her to ask for what she wants, but I can’t be entirely sure I’m not simply blind to any alternative because the thought of
what she’s hinting at has me harder than titanium. And I can’t quite get past the suspicion that pleasuring me is what she
thinks I expect her to do.
She wraps her hand around the base of my shaft. “Will you show me what to do? Please?”
How the fuck can I deny her when she asks me so confidently. “You’re sure?”
She nods, licking her lips. “I want to use my mouth on you.”
Holy fuck! That line I just crossed seems in the distant past now that she’s talking about sucking my cock.
Imogen DeMotta on her knees sucking my cock.
I can picture her lips stretched wide around my shaft and her bright green eyes filled with tears while spit drips down her chin.
Her innocence being so beautifully defiled.
I’m supposed to take care of her, and yet the thought of her taking care of me in that way is the sexiest thing in the whole fucking world.
I shake the unwelcome thoughts that I’m a sick fucking monster who should be ashamed of himself out of my head, because it doesn’t matter right now.
All that matters is her. Her mouth. On me.
I sit up with my back against the headboard and direct her to kneel between my thighs. I pull back her hair and hold it in
a ponytail and then fist my cock in my free hand. “You sure you want to do this, angel?”
She nods, her green eyes sparkling. Precum weeps from my crown. “Lick that off,” I tell her.
She bends her head and sweeps her tongue over my head, making a soft satisfied murmuring sound as she tastes me while I’m
desperate not to come too quickly. After the pleasure of eating her pussy, the merest flick of her tongue has my balls about
ready to unload. No woman has ever made me unravel like this before. And I find myself wanting to fall apart for her. I want
her to see what she does to me and fucking bask in her glory. Because she is glorious. I squeeze my shaft harder, staving
off my release.
“When you’re ready, take it into your mouth, baby. As far as you can go. You can suck or lick, whatever you prefer.”
She does both. Wrapping those sinfully delicious lips around my cock and sucking me hard while her tongue flicks the underside
of my shaft. Motherfucking fuck! I screw my eyes closed and try to think of unsexy thoughts, but her sucking noises are making
it incredibly difficult. And when I open my eyes and see her spread out for me, ass up in the air accentuating the curve of
her back while her head bobs up and down on my dick, I almost lose control.
Now her soft moans get louder and more desperate. “You want to come too, baby?” I growl the words, overcome by the sight of her. She has no idea how much she undoes me.
She looks up at me, lashes wet with tears, and nods.
“Then rub your clit for me, the way I do. Pretend it’s my fingers playing with your pretty little cunt.”
Her hand slips between her thighs, and she keeps looking at me while she sucks my cock and plays with herself. I’ve never
been so turned on in my whole entire life. I’m going to fucking explode.
And I do. Hot ribbons of cum spurting into her mouth and down her throat, and my good girl takes every last drop, drinking
me down like I’m the only thing sustaining her. The appreciative little noises she makes have my eyes rolling back in my head.
When she releases me, spit and cum dribble from her mouth. It is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. She’s goddamn perfect.
She takes her hand from between her thighs but I know she didn’t come yet. So, I pull her up to straddle me and take her fingers,
guiding them over her sensitive flesh.
“Like this, baby.” I press firmly against her fingertips, and push them against the swollen bundle of nerves.
“God, Linc,” she whimpers. “That’s so good.”
I rest my lips against her hair, inhaling the scent of her mango-scented shampoo. My free hand cradles the back of her head
while I go on guiding her fingers over her slick bud. Her breathing grows shallower, her body goes rigid, and then my girl
falls apart. A cry rips from her throat and she buries her face into my neck, hot tears falling onto my skin. “You’re okay.
I’ve got you.” I wrap her still-trembling body in my arms.
Only when she stops shaking, do I tip her chin up so I can look at her face. I swipe the remaining tears from her cheeks with
the pad of my thumb. “You still with me?”
She nods, smiling. “Yes. Did I do good?”
It takes me a second to realize what she’s referring to. “Baby, I just came so hard in your pretty little mouth I almost passed out. What do you think?”
Her grin grows wider. “I think I did good.”
“You did incredible. You are incredible.”
She sighs and snuggles against my chest, her fingertips lightly tracing over my scars in a way that surprisingly doesn’t bother
me at all. “Can we lie here for a little while?”
I kiss the top of her head. “If that’s what you want.”
We enjoy a few moments silence before she speaks again. “Thank you for teaching me so much about sex and my body, sir. You
must have had a lot of practice.”
“Imogen, if you’re fishing for information, I would prefer you simply ask whatever is on your mind.” This is a new dynamic
for both of us, given that I’ve never allowed a woman to be this close to me before, either physically or emotionally. But
I’m prepared to risk her asking questions I can’t answer for the promise of her being more assertive and direct.
She hesitates and then asks, “How many sexual partners have you had?”
“Too many to count.”
“Oh.” I can’t see her face, but she sounds saddened by that.
“I’m forty-two years old, angel. I have a past and it’s not one I’m particularly proud of. Would you rather I lied about my
sexual experience?”
“No. I was just . . . Were any of them serious?”
“No. Mostly women I hooked up with for one night.”
She chews on her lip. “Have you ever bought a woman before?”
Anger burns hot and explosive in my chest. I hate that she thinks that I’d do that, even though she has every reason to. It’s
not like she knows why she’s been such a brilliant, painful exception. I bought her, after all. “No.”
“Lincoln,” her voice is small and quiet. “Why did you buy me?”
Because I once promised someone I loved like a brother that I’d always protect you, no matter what the cost. That’s the truth and she deserves to know that, but it would reveal the truth of my identity, and then she would know I am
the monster everyone believes I am. I don’t care what anyone else thinks of me, but I cannot bear for her to know what a sick
piece of shit I truly am. So, I tell her another truth.
“Because I wanted you, angel.”