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My gaze snapped up to his smug, perfect face.
“Pretty obvious you don’t have anything to worry about, isn’t it?”
“When did you—?” My words trailed off…because, really, what did you say about a dick tattoo of your name?
“The second I knew you were real,” he commented casually. Like that was normal, everyday behavior.
“I—” I still couldn’t find the words.
I traced the cursive letters with my gaze, emotion thick in my throat. It was like he had branded me as his own, claimed me in a way I’d never experienced before.
I was the girl who was never wanted, passed around like a burden from person to person, never feeling like I belonged anywhere. My mother hadn’t even wanted me. But strangely, seeing my name permanently etched onto his skin–his cock of all things–it filled a void inside of me that had always ached, a void left by all the years of abandonment and rejection.
I was suddenly starving.
I reached out my hand tentatively.
“Fuck yes, touch me. I’m desperate for it.” His voice was a pained, delicious growl, like gasoline on the fire that was already burning in my belly.
It was getting a little out of hand, the lust coursing through me. I was pretty sure I could come just from the sound of his voice at that point.
I leaned forward and worked my way down his stomach, placing light kisses and licks on every ripple of muscle. When I reached his sexy V, I lingered there, tracing his toned abs with my tongue.
He shivered under my touch, his breath coming out in sexy gasps.
I got to his impressive length, and I hesitated for a moment. I mean, the thing was massive, at least nine inches long. But the sight and scent of him had me so turned on, I couldn't resist. My fingers trailed along the length of his throbbing cock, tracing the veins that pulsed beneath his skin. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the slickness of his arousal coating my fingertips. Lincoln was watching me intently, his eyes dark with desire. I squeezed it gently, my fingers not even coming close to touching, and another rush of slickness trickled out of the slit.
I couldn’t resist the urge to taste him any longer. He’d given me a sample before…and I wanted more. I leaned forward, letting my tongue flick out to touch the bead of moisture gathered at the tip of his cock. He groaned and thrust as I lapped at his crown. I’d always thought cum wouldn’t taste good, but his…I had a feeling it would become a non-stop craving.
I’d also thought I would hate this kind of thing, that I would feel demeaned…inferior. Now that I was older, I had distinct images of walking in on my mother in the act, and it had never been good.
But this was different. Lincoln was different. I wanted to make him lose control, to take what he wanted from me. The power I felt from making him a panting mess was heady…addictive even. I wanted to reward him for his gift to me.
Because that’s what his tattoo was…the best gift I’d ever been given.
He groaned, his head falling back as I explored him with my mouth. I took him deeper, my lips forming a tight seal around him as I sucked him carefully.
“Baby, just like that,” he moaned.
His words gave me confidence to experiment, and I teased him with my tongue, causing him to moan and pant, begging for more. I found an angle that I could handle and took him as deep as I could.
“Fuck, yes, sweetheart,” he praised as I sucked and pulled on him. “That’s so good, baby. So good…please, don’t stop.”
His hands gripped the back of my head, not forcing but not gentle either, urging me to take all of him. I tried opening my throat to accommodate his thrusts, but I gagged around his length.
“Take it all, Monroe. Just a little more. Choke on my cock.” His voice turned hard and demanding. I whimpered around his length, literally dripping wet between my legs from what we were doing.
“I want to fuck that perfect mouth. Will you let me, baby? Will you make me come?”
I moaned a response around his dick and he smoothed the hair back from my face.
With his guidance, I found a rhythm that had him on edge and my pussy flooding. He groaned and thrust in deeper, pushing at the back of my throat.
And with every stroke, I wanted him more.
His hand cupped my jaw, his thumb tracing the curve of my lower lip. My lips parted, and I tasted him, savoring the saltiness of his skin. My tongue teased, swirling around the head of his cock. A low groan rattled from him.
Then his hand slid to the back of my head, holding me in place as he fed me even more of his cock. He continued sliding in, steady and deep, until he hit the back of my throat.
