AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“No, I wouldn’t let anyone touch me,” I said firmly.
“Then why do you smell like cologne?” His voice was a mixture of frustration and confusion.
“For fuck’s sake, Elliott. Do you think I cheated on you?” My patience was wearing thin.
“No, but…”
“But what?” I challenged, my voice sharp.
Lincoln fell silent, unable to find the words. He eventually shifted back into position, trailing his lips along my jawline and to my ear. His warm breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine as he took my diamond-studded lobe between his teeth, nibbling gently.
“You’re mine, Erika. Don’t forget that,” he whispered, his tone a blend of possessiveness and tenderness.
“I am yours. I told you that,” I replied, growing slightly annoyed by his persistent need for reassurance.
Lincoln lifted his hips and thrust deeply inside me, our bodies meeting with a resounding slap. He moved with a forceful rhythm, his grip firm and commanding.
“You’re mine,” he repeated, his voice low and demanding. “Say it.”
“Fuck me and stop acting so jealous,” I shot back, my frustration evident.
He sank deeper into me, his body hovering above mine as he stared into my eyes. For a moment, his gaze held me captive before he rolled his hips, rubbing his root against my sensitive clit. I gasped, my hands gripping his powerful forearms for support.
“This pussy is mine,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.
“And your dick is mine,” I retorted, my voice strained with pleasure.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Lincoln said, his grin widening.
He rolled his hips again, and my core burned with the need for release. I let go of his arms and grabbed the sheets, tugging them with all my might as another powerful orgasm hit me, leaving me breathless and spent. I moaned his name, my eyes closed tightly as I bit my lip. When I opened them, Lincoln was gazing down at me with a wide, satisfied smile.
“Bastard,” I mumbled, my voice a mix of exasperation and affection.
“Is there any doubt we’re made for each other?” he asked, his tone softening.
“Are you going to come or tease me all night?” I demanded, my voice laced with both frustration and longing.
“I like teasing you,” he admitted, his eyes dark with desire. “Do you know how it makes me feel to give you an orgasm?”
“Did you feel that way with all the other women you gave orgasms to?” I asked, a hint of bitterness in my voice.
“I felt power over them,” he confessed. “It’s different with you. There’s love involved. I don’t want to control you.”
“But you do,” I pointed out.
Lincoln withdrew almost completely before sliding back inside me slowly, his shoulders straining with each deliberate stroke. The languid movements were deliberate, drawing out every moment of pleasure.
“I want to be on top,” I said, my voice pleading.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh, do you now?”
“Please?” I implored, my voice a whisper of desperation.
He dipped down, capturing my lips in a deep, possessive kiss. His hands slid along my sides as he stretched over me, his body a warm, comforting weight. In one fluid motion, he rolled us together, positioning me on top. My legs straddled his hips, and I braced my hands against the firm planes of his abs, feeling the taut muscles shift beneath my touch.
“Erika,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
The way he said my name sent a shiver through me, washing away some of the guilt that lingered from what happened with Foster. I focused on the rhythm, bouncing up and down as I rode him, losing myself in the sensation of being completely connected to him.
