Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Chapter 23
Lincoln
A tight coil of tension twists inside me, so close to snapping that I can practically feel it vibrating beneath my skin. Watching Isabel with Vera and Trey set my heart pounding in a way I’ve never experienced before. If you’d told me even a month ago I’d be in this situation—this place—I would’ve laughed in your face and said no fucking way.
But here we are. There’s something about this club, this atmosphere, that strips away every pretense, every boundary I thought I had. It makes me forget who I’m supposed to be and reminds me instead of what I crave. That hunger races through my veins, urgent and irresistible, demanding I do something about it.
So I seize the moment. My hands close around Isabel’s waist, and I pull her with me into a dimly lit alcove where a plush couch waits in the shadows. The sounds and lights of the club fade to a low hum around us, and in that secluded space, all I can focus on is the pulse thundering in my ears—and the look on her face when she realizes exactly what I have in mind.
“I need to be in-fucking-side you,” I whisper against her ear. “And I honestly don’t care who watches at this point.”
“Me either,” she clings to me as I fall to the couch, and pull her to straddle my lap.
I push her dress up her hips, and unzip my pants. “I fucking need you, Isabel. I need to be so deep inside you. I need your pussy wrapped around my cock.”
She gazes into my eyes, her breathing coming in short pants. “I need it too, Lincoln. Please fuck me.”
I kiss her, no longer caring who could be nearby. All eyes could very well be on us, and I don’t give a damn. All I know is if I don’t claim this woman right now, I’ll explode. There’s this intensity thrumming through my veins, making my cock harder than stone.
Isabel fishes my dick out of my pants, and gives it a quick stroke. “You’re so ready.”
I smooth a hand over her hair, before pulling her face closer. I rest my forehead against hers, our lips nearly touching. “You have no fucking idea,” I tell her as she lines my cock up with her pussy. I grip her hips under her dress and realize she’s not… fuck. “No panties? You came to this club not wearing any underwear?” My gaze locks on hers.
She gives me this sultry smile. “Nope,” she says, letting the ‘p’ pop.
“You naughty little thing.” I slam her down over my dick, letting me fill her completely up. “You came here already knowing I’d be fucking you at some point, huh?”
She rocks her hips, riding me. “Yeah, maybe.”
“You little slut,” I say with a short burst of laughter. “My wife, the slut,” I say, just in case anyone is listening. And the moment I call her my wife, I can feel her pussy grip me tighter. “Oh, you liked that, huh?” I ask her, lifting her up and slamming her back down over my cock. “You like it when I call you my wife? Or do you like being called a slut?”
She leans back, her dark tresses falling in waves down her back. “Both, oh god, both. I like being only your slut.”
I grip her by the throat, bringing her focus back on me. “You are my slut.”
She rocks over me once more, riding my dick as she licks her lips. It turns me on. Everything this woman does turns me on. “Oh, Lincoln,” she moans.
I glance over her shoulder, noticing Vera and Trey watching us, and I pull Isabel closer so I can whisper into her ear. “We’ve got an audience.”
She turns to look behind her. “Oh…” and I can’t tell how she feels about being watched. I grip her throat a little tighter, bringing her attention back to me.
“Are you okay?”
“We should invite them over?”
My cock hardens at her words, and I’m not really sure how I feel about any of this. All I know is I can’t stop. “You want to show them what a good little slut you are?”
She drags her plump lower lip between her teeth. “Yeah,” she breathes out, and I glance over her shoulder, locking eyes with Trey.
I motion for him to join us, and they’re all too eager as they hurry over.
“You two are so hot,” Vera says as she pushes Trey down to sit next to me. She mirrors Isabel’s position by straddling her own husband. “You’re also so ahead of us.” She makes quick work of Trey’s pants and slides over him. She moans out loud, making a show of it as he pushes inside her.
If anyone’s watching from afar they won’t be able to see anything because the women are still fully dressed, and their dresses hide all the action, but we know.