All I can do is nod, suddenly breathless with it.
“I’m going to give you what you need,” he promises.
He just came, but his cock is already stirring to life again. It never takes him long, but it’s still incredible to see the quickness of his recovery right now.
Something about that just fans the flames inside me, making my whole pussy throb with desire.
“Strip for me, wildflower,” he says, his voice firm. “And then get on the bed.”
My heart races at the command, and I give in to it easily. I pull my shirt over my head, giving away the fact that I haven’t bothered with a bra today. My tits feel heavy, my nipples peaked and stiff from my arousal. Next I push down my sweatpants, bending at the waist to get them over the swell of my ass so I can step out of them. My panties are last, and they end up in a pile on the floor with the rest of my clothes.
I turn and move to get on the bed like he told me to, feeling his eyes on me with every movement. It’s like his gaze has a physical weight to it right now, lingering on my skin and making me shiver.
As soon as I get on the bed, Lincoln comes over. He turns me so I’m on my hands and knees, his own hands skating over my body. He puts a hand between my shoulder blades and presses down on my back, urging me to go down onto the bed more. It puts my ass up in the air for him, and he groans at the sight, grabbing at it before leaning in to take a bite right out of one of the cheeks.
I hiss a startled breath at the shock of the feeling, and I hear him chuckle behind me.
“What can I say?” he teases. “You’re just fucking edible.”
But he doesn’t spend any more time on that. I know he wants something different right now, and he doesn’t seem like he wants to wait for it. He spreads me open for him and then grips his cock, rubbing the head right against my entrance.
It feels amazing already, the feeling of that blunt tip rubbing against where I want him the most, and I buck back into the feeling, trying to get him inside me already. Lincoln takes the hint, sliding into me inch by inch.
I’m wet, but with his size, I can still feel every bit of it as he works his way inside. It makes my eyes flutter closed in pleasure, and I savor the feeling of every vein in his cock, pressing against my inner walls.
Lincoln groans again, his breathing already strained just from this. “How do you always feel this fucking good? It should be illegal for your pussy to be this incredible every time.”
“Have—have Everett come and arrest me,” I pant back.
He snorts. “I don’t think you’d have to work hard to get him to put you in handcuffs.”
And then he’s fully seated inside me, bottoming out with a hiss of breath. He draws himself back, and then thrusts back inside, and it’s so hard and deep that it nearly knocks the breath out of me.
I can tell how turned on Lincoln still is from my story, his cock pulsing inside me, a hot burning line of his arousal. He grabs my hips and starts fucking me with intention. Like he means it and wants me to feel everything that my words did to him. I have no problem with that at all.
The sound of skin slapping rings out in the room, mingling with the whimpers that I can’t hold back as he sets a demanding pace.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he says. “You wanted to end up with your ass in the air, getting fucked hard. Because you can’t get enough either, can you?”
I shake my head, moaning sharply as the head of his cock slams into just the right spot. “Can’t get enough. Fuck, it’s so good.”
“Greedy, beautiful thing. Just desperate for my cock. I can feel how wet you are. Gonna have to change my sheets after this because you’re dripping for me. You’ll be even more of a mess when I’m done with you.”
“Please. Please, please, please.”
“That’s what you want? You want me to fill you up and make a mess out of you? You don’t even have to beg for that, beautiful. It’s going to happen. How could it not?Fuck.” He slams in hard again, grinding his cock into me in a way that makes me sob with pleasure. “Your pussy fits me like it was made for me. I’m gonna spill inside you and make you take every drop.”
His hands are firm on my hips, holding me still now. He doesn’t let me buck back or rock forward, just holding me in place while he drives into me again and again.
He keeps hitting that spot that makes me crazy, and it doesn’t take long before I’m coming hard for him. My whole body trembles with it, pleasure and sensation roaring through me. I cry out his name, writhing in his grip, but he doesn’t stop.
His thrusts slow down a little, just keeping up that deep grind. It’s like he wants to feel every clench of my walls around him as my pussy spasms through aftershocks.
“Not done with you,” he pants, folding himself over my back. One hand comes down to brace his weight on the mattress and the other grabs a handful of my hair, pulling on it gently.
I cry out, everything adding to the overstimulation I’m already feeling. It’s a pleasure overload, and every part of me feels sensitive to it. Even the feeling of the bedsheets rubbing against my skin as Lincoln fucks me has me squirming, and all I can do is take it and try to hold on for the ride.
I clench around him again, and he chuckles, deep and throaty. “I want to feel you do that again,” he growls in my ear.