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“And why’s that?” he asked innocently before he suddenly bit down on my nipple, making me writhe on the bed.
“Because you’re kind of a psycho.”
“A psycho, huh?” he asked, moving his mouth to my other breast.
“Definitely.”
His hand slipped between my legs, probing into my sex and attacking my sensitive bundle of nerves.
I was panting, whimpers steadily flowing out of my mouth.
He thrust his fingers in and out as my eyes closed and I grabbed onto his broad shoulders as an orgasm began to build.
Lincoln licked and kissed along my pulse. “I’m pretty sure you like that I’m a psycho, dream girl,” he growled.
“Hmmm…I’m not sure about that.”
His growl deepened this time, and he thrust another finger inside me, making me squeal.
Lincoln abruptly pulled his fingers out of me and pushed my legs apart, shoving them wide. A second later his mouth was on my clit, and he was sucking and licking feverishly. His amber gaze stared at me with a dark, possessive look. "You like how crazy I am about you, baby." His tongue slowly slid through my folds. "You like that I have to begin and end my days in your sweet pussy. That I can't concentrate on anything else. That all I think about is how much I want you, need you, fucking love you.” He shoved my legs up to my shoulders, his mouth closing over my clit once more, sucking on it…hard. I squirmed against his face but his arms were across my hips, holding me down. His tongue fucked inside my pussy, and he moaned as if it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.
Knowing Lincoln, he probably did think that.
And I was perfectly okay with it.
The sounds coming out of his mouth were erotic and raw, and I was gushing all over his face.
"Fuck. That's so good. You’re so fucking sweet." His tongue slid through my folds, circling my clit before sliding back to plunge into my core. The sounds of his mouth on me, his pants as he thrust into me, his breath against my skin…how he hit that perfect spot every time. My insides wound tighter and then…everything inside me clenched violently as an orgasm shot through me.
Lincoln was a man possessed as he continued to devour me, licking and sucking like he was desperate to get every drop.
When I was so sensitive it was almost painful, he abruptly pulled back, angled his hips, and forced his thick cock into my still clenching core. A thrill ran through me as I saw the last of my name disappearing inside me, a mark he carried with him everywhere, right along with the ring on his finger that he refused to ever take off.
"There's nothing that feels as good as this. You fucking take me so fucking well." He arched back displaying his perfect, straining muscles. His abs flexed as he moved and I felt a little dazed as I stared at the tensed muscles in his neck. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life. And he was all mine.
"Lincoln," I moaned as he pushed deeper inside me. No matter how many times he took me—and it was constantly—it was always a tight fit. Like now, as he forced that last inch inside of me, making me feel whole in only the way that he could…only the way that hewould.
"Good girl," he whispered as he settled on top of me. The words spread through my insides, warming me with pleasure, just like they always did.
"Look at me," Lincoln demanded, and my gaze shot to his dark and possessive stare. His fingers dug into my hips, every thrust hitting that perfect spot inside me.
My pussy pulsed around his thick length and a wave of pleasure laced through me. My breath was coming out in ragged gasps.
"Baby, that's right. Squeeze my dick."
"Lincoln, please," I whimpered as he slammed in and out of me.
"Tell me that you love that I'm a psycho for you," he suddenly demanded, sliding out of me slowly, a sensuous pace that threatened to do me in. My gaze slipped to his cock, glistening with our combined wetness. Lincoln slid his hand between us, sliding his fingers over his dick and bringing them up to my lips. I immediately opened, sucking every drop and moaning as I did so. This might be a game that I liked to play to drive him over the edge, but we both knew that he owned me.
Body and soul.
There wasn't anything about Lincoln Daniels that I wasn't crazy about anymore. Hence why I considered myself a crazy person too.
"Are you going to say it?" he asked after he pulled his fingers from my mouth. “Or do I have to stop?”
“No! Don’t stop,” I pleaded and he laughed wickedly, running his thumb across my bottom lip.
“Then say it, Monroe. Give me what I want.” Each word was punctuated by a staccato thrust that wasn’t enough to get me what I wanted.
