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My hips bucked uncontrollably as I clenched around his cock, my entire body shaking with pleasure.
"I love you. I love you so much, Lincoln,” I whimpered through the pleasure.
"I love you so fucking much. I need you. I can’t survive without you."
And that was the truth right there. The truth for both of us. We’d gone so far down this crazy ride, that there was no coming back.
We’d either be blissfully, completely happy with an ever after that overshadowed every love story that had ever been told.
Or we would destroy each other.
And I was more than happy to take that risk.
There was no other option for me.
He lifted my hips, hitting a new spot inside me, and I was on the edge once again. He reached down between us and worked my clit, pushing into me with a short staccato rhythm that had me screaming.
Lincoln lifted me higher, and his hand slid farther down, fingers pressing lightly against my rosebud while he hammered in and out of me. "Come on, dream girl. Give me one more. Take me to heaven."
My entire body shook as a violent orgasm ripped through me, and I clenched down on his throbbing cock.
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,” he growled, throwing his head back as he pulsed inside me…again. I was so incredibly wet, our combined fluid dripping down my ass cheeks and onto the bed.
He pulled out, his hands reaching between my legs, his fingers methodically pushing his cum back inside me. As he caught his breath, he murmured, "I love you so fucking much," his lips brushing against my pulse.
I was thoroughly fucked.
And I was also…thoroughly at peace.
Yes, Lincoln Daniels could ruin me.
But what a ride it would be.
CHAPTER 37
LINCOLN
This was it. It felt a bit like my life was counting down as the game clock showed one minute left…the last seconds of the most important game of my life ticking down mercilessly.
It was Game 7 of the Finals.
And we were about to lose to fucking Nashville.
We were tied, but the momentum was on their side. Every shot we took was blocked, like they had been for the entire game. Bender was slowly bleeding out from all the shots he was having to stop.
The pressure I felt was like nothing I’d experienced before. The weight of the entire season rested on my shoulders like a boulder, threatening to crush me at any second. I could see it in my teammates’ eyes…they thought we were done.
Ilivedfor this shit, and even I was doubting.
Needing some fucking motivation…some hope, I turned my gaze to a few rows behind our bench, where Monroe’s seat was. The crowd was roaring around me, and every second felt like an eternity. Finally, I saw her, and my eyes locked onto her perfect face.
Her eyes were fierce, and she was standing along with the rest of the crowd, her posture determined, like she couldwillus to win. She saw me looking and she lifted up her hands, making the fucking heart sign that I’d done every time I scored.
It was the first time she’d done it back, even though I made her tell me she loved me at least fifty times a day, being the needy bastard that I was.
My heart swelled in my chest. It was like a bolt of lightning went through me, igniting a fire in my gut.
Suddenly, the game didn’t seem unwinnable.
