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I was so wet. So. Fucking. Needy.

And then Lincoln pulled back and took his cock in his own hand, pumping fast just below the thick head. “Close your eyes, baby.”

Before I took my next breath, a feral groan erupted from his lips and hot, creamy liquid coated my chest in thick ropes, some of it spilling onto my chin. I could almost taste it. I wanted to taste it.Why did it smell like bleach?

I opened my eyes just as Lincoln rolled off me, falling onto his back with his dick still in his hand. “Come here,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.

I slid up his body, smearing his cum between us. He didn’t seem to mind. I didn’t either.

He tucked a strand of long blonde hair that had fallen from my ponytail behind my ear. “Now, finish.”

“What?”

His hands guided my hips, positioning me over the length of his dick. “Ride me while I’m still hard. Make yourself come. Let me see you.”

My mouth fell open, my eyes wide.

He chuckled, then reached between our bodies, spreading me open so that he was just between my folds. “It doesn’t have to go inside, Songbird.”

Songbird.He’d always called me that. Just because my name was Lyric didn’t mean I could actually sing. My name was just another part of my dad’s obsession with music.

He rocked his hips, gliding himself along my slit. A moan escaped my lips. I couldn’t stop it this time. It felt so good, soverygood. “See?”

I moved against him, nice and slow. Then harder. Faster. Urgent. The sensation was nothing I’d ever known. Like I was flying, soaring. Every time the silver piercings rolled against my clit another wave of pleasure erupted in my core. And when he reached up to twist my nipples between his fingertips, I crashed. In a collision of bundled nerves and explosive tingles, with my back arched and head tilted to the ceiling, with my fingers clawing at his chest and my thighs squeezing him like a vise, breathless and panting—I came.

When I looked back down at Lincoln, he was smiling. “I knew there was something about you,” he said. “Fuck, that was…” he swallowed hard. “Just, fuck.”

I caught my breath. “You can’t say a word about this to anyone. If Tatum finds out…”It would kill her.She’d always been proud of the fact that I was the one girl who didn’t fawn over her older brother. She said I was different in that way. She said I wasn’t like the rest.

Turned out, she was wrong. I was drawn to Lincoln like a moth to a flame. I felt the pull the day we buried my mother and every day since.

“Promise me. No one can know what happened tonight,” I said. I needed to go. Tatum could wake up. She could walk past this room that's just three doors down from hers. How would I explain this was a mistake, a one-time thing that has never happened before and could never happen again?

“I promise you no one will know.” He brushed the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. “But if you think I’m done with you, that this was a one-time thing, you’re dead wrong.” His eyes gleamed mischief. “My sweet little songbird. There are so many more ways I’m going to make your body sing.”

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