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He eats at me with a ferocity I’ve never felt before, as if he is making a full meal out of me. His tongue is everywhere, tasting every part of me. His groans of satisfaction spur me on, and I begin rubbing my pussy on him. Holy fuck, this feels so good. My fingernails dig into the headboard, surely leaving marks as I clutch it tightly. Linc’s hand kneads my ass as a finger finds the sensitive pucker of my ass and presses.

When he latches onto my clit, he sucks as his tongue moves furiously over the overly sensitive bud. All the sensations coming at me from everywhere all at once are almost too much. It only takes moments before I detonate, the orgasm ripping through my body and nearly causing me to fall over.

Linc takes a last lick through my center, groaning again. Lifting me from his face, he pulls me down his body, our lips nearly touching. His mouth is glistening with the evidence of my orgasm. His fingers tangle in the back of my hair as he closes the small gap between us, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

“I want your taste on my tongue every fucking day, Charlie. You’ve turned me into a goddamn addict for your pussy.” He flips us over and sits up, ripping his shirt off as he goes.

“I need to be inside you.” There’s a desperation in his voice and movements I’ve never experienced before. Everything about him is screaming with urgency to take, to fill, to completely turn my world on its axis.

I’m still a trembling mess of need as he stands and lowers his jeans, his cock on display right in front of my face. Lifting my head, I swirl the crown with my tongue before slipping it in my mouth and taking him as far down my throat as I can.

Linc’s hands grab the side of my face as he pumps in and out of my mouth.

“Goddamn, baby, your mouth feels too good.”

His words of praise flow through me, shining light into every dark part of me that had me convinced for years I wasn’t good enough or sexy enough. That I was simply an object to be used, then discarded when I served my purpose. Linc needs my pleasure, begs for it even. He revels in the different ways he finds to make my body sing with his touch, his tongue, his cock.

Pulling away, he grabs a condom from the bedside table and sheathes himself before crawling between my thighs.

“Look at you,” he says, running a hand from my neck to my pussy, using one finger to circle my clit. “So ready for me to fill this pussy with my cock.”

“Linc, please,” I beg, needing to feel him connected to me.

“I’ve got you, Charlie.”

He positions himself at my entrance and slowly pushes inside of me, groaning as he moves along my walls until he’s fully in. I squeeze my eyes shut, so overcome with the sensation of being filled by him. Linc lowers himself over me, slowly pulling out and pushing back inside. His movements aren’t quick, not as I anticipated moments ago, but they are deep. So fucking deep.

“Open your eyes, baby.” When I do, he smiles down at me, our noses almost touching. “There you are. Do you feel how deep I am? How good your pussy swallows my cock?”

“God, yes. It feels so good,” I whimper.

He quickens his pace, still thrusting deep.

“I need you to come, baby.” His finger swirls around my clit over and over. “I need to feel you strangle my cock when I come inside you.” Linc presses his forehead to mine, locking his eyes with my own. “That’s it. You’re almost there, aren’t you?”

I nod as my walls begin to flutter.

“Yes, right there. Oh, fuck,” I yell into his room as he thrusts into me, taking me to the peak. I fall over the edge again as Linc crashes his mouth to mine, our moans mixing with our kiss.

When he pulls out, he discards the condom, then lies on his back, pulling me across his sweaty chest. His fingertips softly brush through my hair as we both catch our breath.

“I hope you know I’m never letting you go,” he says.

Before, in another life with another person, that statement would have sent fear skittering through me. But here and now, in this room, there’s no place for fear. Only blissful happiness.

There’s only me and Linc.

I spent the night in Linc’s room again. It was early when we came back from our ride, so after a nap, Linc got up and grabbed us some sandwiches. Before he got back, I texted Lucy to make sure she was okay without me.

Me:Hey, you good out there? Need me to come rescue you?

Lucy:Psh. Please, girl. These boys are the ones who’ll need rescuing when I annihilate their asses in quarters. The Brit is determined to find a game I can’t beat him at.

I laugh and shake my head. He’s going to be trying for a very long time.

Me:Ok. Let me know if you need me.

Lucy:The only thing I need is for you to let me concentrate and have fun with your own biker. I’m busy showing this one who’s boss.

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