Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
When she was close, I pinched her nipples, and her pelvis rocked up. I licked her a few more times before finally wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking hard. She flew apart, calling my name and shuddering with ecstasy as her orgasm overtook her.
Her pussy was the most relaxed while she was coming, so I crawled over her, raising her hands above her head again. Then I curled my arms under her thighs and pushed her bent legs back against her chest, opening her wide and leaving me with the perfect view to watch my shaft disappear inside her as I claimed my woman.
I teased the hole with the tip, making her gasp, “Lincoln. I can’t—oh!”
“You will,” I said firmly as I began to push in, little by little. She was so fucking tight. I was already leaking come, but added with her juices, it made it slightly easier to slide in. She was still trembling from her orgasm when I bumped her virginity. So, I rubbed her clit, pushing her back up, then told her, “I’ll try to keep the pain as minimal as I can. Take a deep breath, little one.”
She looked at me, and I felt my chest swell with pride at the trust I saw there. It fed my hunger, and as soon as she inhaled, I thrust in until I was fully seated, the head of my cock pushing against her cervix.
I vaguely remembered hearing someone say that my boys would have a better shot at doing their job if it was soft and loose, which happened when she climaxed. Soft and sweet was what she deserved, but the grip she had on my cock and the image of her naked with a round, swollen belly were enough to snap the last of my control.
Pushing her legs back even farther, I elevated her hips as I began to withdraw. Then I saw the pink tinge of the cream coating my cock, and my primitive side took over. “Mine,” I growled right before I slammed back in with a shout of rapture and soaked in the sound of her scream as her hips bucked up to meet me.
“Hold on to the headboard,” I commanded, and she immediately did as she was told, which only made me burn even hotter. “Oh, fuck, Bethenny,” I groaned as I moved, fucking her hard and fast. “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight, I can’t—fuck! Oh, yeah, little one. You’re taking my big cock so well. Oh, fuck, yeah, baby. Yes!”
“Lincoln!” Her cries rang in my ears, driving me to pound even harder. “Yes! Yes!”
“I want to hear you scream, Bethenny,” I gritted out. “Scream until you’re hoarse. I don’t want you to be able to fucking walk or talk tomorrow without remembering who you belong to.” My orgasm was fast approaching, and she was close, very close. So I pulled all of the way out, slapped her pussy hard, then shoved back in, bottoming out just as she threw her head back and gave me the scream I’d been working toward. Her bliss vibrated in her voice as my name poured from her lips, and she clenched the headboard so hard her knuckles turned white.
Her climax was the trigger I needed to give myself permission to let go. Buried as deep as possible, I roared her name as pleasure crashed over me in wave after wave. Each one causing a burst of hot come from my cock, filling her womb so full it began to leak out.
“Holy crap,” Bethenny muttered when her breathing regulated enough for her to speak. “That was...holy cow.”
I released her legs and shoved my face in her neck as I laughed. My arms went around her, and I rolled us over, keeping her plugged tight with my cock, which was still long and swollen. Once was clearly not enough, not that I’d expected it to be. I had a feeling that a lifetime with Bethenny would never be enough.
6
Bethenny
I’d been right...Lincoln had been just the distraction I’d needed from the blizzard. With high winds and a ton of snow being dumped on my town, I couldn’t do much to help my constituents. My lack of control over the situation would normally have frustrated me to no end. But cuddled in his arms on my super comfy couch with a roaring fire, I was more content than I could remember being in a long time. “You do realize that I would’ve driven myself up a wall or done something silly like go out there and brave the storm if it hadn’t been for you.”
His arms tightened around me. “No risking your safety like that again, little one. Promise me.”
If anyone had tried to tell me that I would get turned on by a guy’s bossiness, I would’ve told them it would never happen. But Lincoln changed all that. When he challenged me to think about what I really wanted from him on Christmas Day, I discovered how much I liked handing control over to him. My trust in Lincoln was instinctual and hadn’t steered me wrong yet. Giving him free rein had resulted in many mind-blowing orgasms over the past three days. “I won’t.”