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It’s too powerful. Too much.

“Oh fuck, yes,” he mutters as I slowly start to slide myself up and down.

He reaches to grab my hips, shifting us so he’s guiding my body up and down his shaft harder and faster.

I link my arms around his neck, and he leans down a little awkwardly to bury his face between my breasts as he continues to top from the bottom.

I pull his face into my chest, and he peppers me with kisses. I squeeze tightly to him while my body does what it was made to do over his.

He keeps moving us faster and closer, and the full feeling of it is too much. The climax I’ve been chasing looms ahead of me as I ride him and our bodies rock together. It’s so close I can practically taste it.

And that’s when he stops again. He stills inside me.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I practically screech at him.

“Beg,” he demands, his face still buried in my chest.

“No!” I push off him, but he’s still buried deep. I feel his cock twitch again, and it’s nearly enough to tip me over the edge. “You beg me for it,” I challenge.

His cock twitches again as he pulls back to look up at me.

Something passes between the two of us in that moment.

It’s hot and intimate, and it’s already addictive. I know I won’t be able to let this go with just this one time.

If I thought it was good all those years ago when we took each other’s virginity, it’s got absolutely nothing on this.

Fuck, this is good. It’s hot and sexy, it’s erotic and carnal. It’s two souls connecting despite the bitter fight we’re both unsure whether we need to keep up.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me,” he pants.

Part of me wants to resist. For one, I don’t want it to end. For another thing, I don’t want to give it to him just because he’s asking for it.

But the other part of me needs this—needs him. I need the intimacy of a shared orgasm. Give it to me is good enough for me.

The ache throbs inside me, and it’s too much. “Please,” I whimper. “Please let me come.”

His eyes light up with desire, and he starts to move again.

But this time he really moves, and he holds on tight to me as he pushes me right into an intense orgasm.

“Oh God…yes! Yes! Yes!” I moan as my body finally gives way to the intensity between us. My body convulses with each wave of pleasure that surges through me, my pussy clenching onto his cock over and over again as the overwhelming bliss steps in and takes me down from the high.

He gnashes his teeth and grunts as he continues to pump into me, and he stiffens a beat before he guides me so I’m lying on my back. He pulls out of me as his own peak hits him, and he finishes the job by hand to the sweet sound of his groans as the jets of his come stream down onto my stomach. He fists his dick and runs the head of it through the come on my skin. Something about it is so erotic and forbidden as he marks me as his, and it only adds to the sensations and feelings surrounding us.

I’m so fucked.

I’m ruined for anybody else after one night with Lincoln Nash.

CHAPTER 17: LINCOLN

“Jesus,” I murmur. “That was…” I pause as I try to settle on a word, and I can’t really seem to land on the right one. “Unexpected.”

Her lids are heavy, and I lean down and press a soft kiss to her mouth—a contrast to the way I just fucked her, but I do think I might’ve been successful in my endeavor to fuck any other man’s name right out of her brain.

As much as she just fucked any other woman’s name from mine.

“I was expecting it,” she murmurs. Her cheeks are flushed and she closes her eyes as a slight smile plays on her lips.

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