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In one swift motion, I’m back in his arms and his lips lock on mine once more. The cold metal of the Hemi Cuda is shocking against my ass, but it’s nothing compared to the sensation of being possessed by Linkin Stone. My heart hammers in my chest and my body throbs with desire as he steps in close. So close, his cock is sandwiched between us.
His finger slides between my legs. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he moans before his tongue delves back into my mouth. Gently, he pushes one finger inside of me, quickly followed by two. The stretch is almost a burn, but the discomfort is nothing compared to the overwhelming need to have him fill me.
“You sure?” he asks, giving me one last chance to stop this.
But there’s no way in hell I’m stopping this. If it were to come to an end before we ever really get started, I might actually die. You know, drop dead from lack of orgasm. And something tells me an orgasm administered by the massive cock of Linkin Stone’s is something to write romance books about.
“Yes. Very sure. So sure that there’s nothing I want more than you, right now.” My voice is breathy, my words choppy, but I think he gets my point.
With one thrust, he’s there, filling me completely. I cry out in both pleasure and a little in pain. It’s been months since I’ve had sex, and I had started to wonder if maybe AJ was right. If you don’t use it, it closes shut.
Linkin stills within me, his breathing labored and the muscles of his back and shoulders tight with tension. “Okay?” he asks, searching my face for signs of my discomfort to ease.
“More,” I instruct, the slight burn already turning to incredible pleasure.
You don’t have to tell him twice.
He slowly eases out, our gazes locked, as he pistons his hips and slams into me. Again, I cry out, this time in complete pleasure. My ankles are locked around his waist as he sets a bruising pace, filling me wholly, over and over again.
All I can do is hang on and enjoy the ride.
Get it?
Car humor.
I have no time to enjoy my dirty pun because I’m quickly racing towards an orgasm. My nails dig into the hardness on his upper back and I hang on for dear life. Linkin grunts as I leave my mark on his sweaty skin. The orgasm tears through me like a jolt from a live wire, alive and free. I fly over the edge, blinding white light clouding my vision.
Linkin pounds into me once, twice, three more times before stilling. He grunts and groans his release, grinding his pelvis against my throbbing clit. The friction sends me soaring into a second orgasm. Linkin rides out my second release, rubbing and grinding against me until we’re a mix of heavy breathing and sweaty limbs.
“Fuck,” he groans slowly, running his nose against my neck.
“You could say that again.”
“Fuck,” he mimes and I feel the smile against my skin.
“Already done that.”
He pulls back, gazing down into my eyes. There’s a mixture of emotions I’m not ready to diagnose shining back in those dark chocolate eyes. My fingers twitch to touch him, so I take a long, leisurely path of running my hands up his torso, his neck, until I’m caressing his jaw. The beard is prickly, and it makes me wonder what it would feel like on a more sensitive area. My thighs clench.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, tenderly stroking my neck with the pads of his long fingers.
“Your beard,” I answer honestly, loving the feel of it against my hands. “I bet it’ll leave marks on my thighs.”
Linkin laughs as his lips find mine once more. The kiss is slow, sensual, and starts to spark to life my under-used libido. “That could be arranged,” he quips, nibbling on my swollen lower lip.
He pulls back more, looking down to where our bodies are still joined. “Shit, I didn’t use anything,” he says before meeting my eyes once more.
“It’s okay. I’m clean. It’s actually been quite a while for me, and I’ve only been with Chris for seven years.” Linkin tenses when I say my soon-to-be ex-husband’s name.
“I’m clean too,” he confirms. “And I always use condoms.”
Our gazes remained locked and I can feel so many unspoken emotions bubbling to the surface. I wasn’t expecting to feel anything for anyone so quickly after leaving my husband. Is this too soon after coming out of a long-term relationship? Or is there more here?
Linkin slowly eases his body from within mine, warmth and wetness spilling out. He reaches over and grabs a clean shop towel from the pile beside the Cuda. With delicate movements, he tenderly cleans me up before tending to himself.
When he’s finished, those dark eyes find mine once more. My heart is pounding in my chest and I can’t help but reach for him. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him against me, skin on skin. My legs encase him, loving the way the scratchy coarseness of his legs feel against the smoothness of mine.
I ease him forward until our lips meet in another slow, tantalizing kiss. He explores my mouth, dipping his tongue into each recess and sliding it gently against mine. “I could kiss you all day,” he whispers, barely breaking the kiss.
