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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.”
“Good.” He brushed a kiss against the top of my head. “I’d hate to have to turn your perfect little ass bright red because you didn’t keep yourself safe for me.”
I wiggled on his lap, my lips curving into a satisfied smile when I felt his dick harden beneath my butt. We’d just had another round of sex thirty minutes ago, but I had grown used to the fact that Lincoln always seemed up to taking me. Literally.
“You like that sound of that,” he rasped in my ear.
“Uh-huh,” I admitted softly.
“If you ever want to break the rules to get your ass spanked, you better not do anything that puts you in an unsafe situation. You’ll bite off more than you can chew there, baby,” he warned.
“If I ever give in to the urge, I’ll keep it to something small,” I promised.
His hold on me tightened further. “And won’t involve another man, either. I’d hate to have to beat the shit out of some unsuspecting guy for thinking he might have a shot with you. You’re mine, and I sure as fuck am not going to share.”
If I’d been wearing panties, they would’ve grown damp at his possessive growl. It was so darn sexy. “That’s something you never need to worry about. I already have my hands full with you, Lincoln.”
“More than just your hands, baby.” His hold on me loosened, and one of his palms drifted down my body to cup between my legs. “Your pussy has been full of me often enough to know who she belongs to.”
My inner walls fluttered at the reminder. “Definitely you.”
I felt his lips curve into a smile against my temple. “Damn straight.”
“This is kind of crazy, right?” I twisted my neck to look up at him. “We’ve only known each other for three days.”
He laughed and shook his head. “I’m probably not the best person to ask about what’s normal for relationships. Not only haven’t I been in one for too many years to count but my closest friend also fell in love with his mail-order bride on their first day together.”
“Mail-order bride?” I echoed in surprise. That wasn’t the kind of relationship you heard about every day, except maybe on a reality television show. “There’s got to be one heck of a story there.”
