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He shakes his head as if unable to resist, crawling forward to cover my body with his own. Once he's nestled between my thighs, he kisses me with an intensity that speaks a thousand words.
Breaking the kiss, he fixes me with an intense gaze. "Are you on birth control?"
I stammer, "Y-yes."
Relief floods his features, and he exhales audibly. "Thank fuck, because I don't have any condoms."
"Oh my god," I gasp, the realization washing over me.
As he leans back on his knees, his hand gliding along his hard length, he offers, "I'll pull out if you want."
My desire burns hot, and I protest, "No, no! I want all of it."
"Fuck, sweetheart. You can't say stuff like that," he mutters, his voice shaking.
With a final stroke, he leans back down, his left elbow resting near my head. Using his free hand, he guides his cock toward my entrance. The tip presses into me, and he asks once more, "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," I rush to reassure him.
He kisses me one last time before we both turn our attention to the sight of him entering me for the first time. His slow, deliberate slide inside is met with an intense stretch that has me feeling like I'm being split in half. He's not overwhelmingly large, but he's both thick and long, certainly challenging my body.
"You're okay," he whispers, planting a tender kiss on my cheek. "You're good," he assures, kissing the corner of my lips. "I'm going to take care of you," he vows, capturing my mouth in a filthy kiss.
His soothing words put my mind at ease, but my body needs a bit more convincing.
He's about halfway inside me when he starts to rub my clit, sending pleasurable shivers through me and coaxing my body to relax. With one more hard thrust, Lincoln is fully seated inside of me. He dedicates the next few minutes to rubbing my clit and lavishing attention on my nipples, using his teeth and tongue to alleviate the ache of our intense connection.
I whimper quietly, my fingers gripping the back of his head, keeping his head at my breast.
As my moans escape and my hips start to move of their own accord, Lincoln plants a parting kiss on each nipple before his gaze turns to my face. He reaches up to gently swipe away the tears I hadn't even realized were streaming down my cheeks.
"I need to move, baby. You're squeezing the life out of my cock," he confesses.
"Okay, do it," I respond, anticipation lacing my voice.
He leans down to kiss me as he starts to thrust. For the first minute, his movements are slow and deliberate, but soon, I tilt my hips to meet his, my craving for more intensifying.
I whimper, "More," my desire hanging heavy in the air.
He groans in response to my plea, desire evident in his every move. "You feel so good, Sutt."
Reaching down, he grabs the back of my knee and hooks it on his elbow, bringing his hand back up to rest near my shoulder. My other leg wraps around his waist, spreading me even wider for him. With each thrust, he goes insanely deep inside me, the sensation a mix of pleasure and intensity that's both blissful and uncomfortable.
I've never felt so bad and good at the same time.
His thrusts gain speed, and he starts to lose his rhythm. "Sweetheart, I'm not gonna last," he admits, his voice strained.
"It's okay," I reassure him, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He stutters, "F-fuck," as he hurtles toward his climax.
His body tenses, and I can feel him shudder inside me before he thrusts deep one last time. The unexpected sensation courses through me, marking the peak of our intense connection.
He collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, and we both take a moment to catch our breath. Lincoln withdraws his face from the crook of my neck, leaning down to kiss me with a leisurely tenderness. We eventually part, and he rolls to the side to lie beside me. As he moves away, I can feel the evidence of what he just did. I’m sore, sticky, and messy all over.
Our gazes flit between each other and I notice the red streaks on him. Panic seizes me when I realize I bled on him. Why did this have to happen to me?
"I'm so sorry," I mumble, my words slurred as I attempt to scramble off the bed to find something to clean him up.
