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“I promise.”
Lincoln sucks in a breath and kisses me, his lips pressing hard against mine as he lines up his cock with my entrance. I gasp against his mouth as the thick head of his cock pushes me open. His tongue sinks between my lips as he plunges his cock into me, my walls stretching around his girth as he buries it to the hilt. Tears well in my eyes. He’s claiming me in every possible way, and it’s so overwhelming. But I love it. I want more. I never want it to end.
“You okay, princess?” Lincoln asks as he pulls away from our kiss for a moment, his breath warm against my ear.
“I’m okay. I promise. Please don’t stop.”
Lincoln kisses up my neck until he reaches my ear. “I won’t stop until you come,” he murmurs. “You’re not leaving this bed until I see you come again.”
With a shiver of pleasure, I wrap my arms around his neck, welcoming his kiss. His tongue invades my mouth and I groan against him, savoring him. He tastes like sex, sweet and musky, and my body trembles as he starts to move his hips. His cock thrusts slowly in and out of me, and I breathe through the discomfort. He’s so big, and it stings a little as my walls stretch to accommodate his size, but after a few more slow movements, the soreness starts to melt into something deliciously good.
I reach down to grip Lincoln’s hips, forcing him into me, showing him I want more. He grabs my legs, pushing them further apart before he starts to fuck me harder. I whimper into his mouth as he pounds my pussy, pummeling me with his invading cock until I’m sobbing. It feels so good. So overwhelmingly good. His tongue moves in time with his thrusts, and I kiss him desperately, pulling him as close as possible. I can hear the sound of him fucking me—the wet smacking sound of skin-on-skin as our bodies meet thrust for thrust. It turns me on even more, and automatically, I reach down between us to touch my clit, rubbing it urgently.
“Shit,” Lincoln growls when we finally come up for air, his deep blue eyes boring into mine. “That’s it, princess. Take my cock.”
“It’s…so…DEEP!” I cry, each word punctuated by a hard thrust as Lincoln fills me up again and again. “OH!”
He lets out a hiss of breath. “You’re so tight, Daisy. Fuck, you feel so good.”
Our eyes lock, and my heart thumps at the intensity of it. Lincoln, my brother’s best friend, the man I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember. Now I’m finally in his bed, staring into his handsome face as he fucks me hard, claiming my body, making me tingle with pleasure. It’s everything I dreamed it would be and more.
“Oh, Lincoln,” I sob, feeling my walls start to tighten, fluttering around him. “Oh, God, I’m gonna come!”
I can feel everything tightening, clenching, pulling taut like a rubber band ready to snap.
“Come for me, beautiful.” Lincoln grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I want to see you come.”
He doesn’t let up. He keeps pounding me in that same punishing rhythm, looking into my eyes with so much intensity that it’s hard to breathe. I start to squirm as I feel my orgasm bloom, urgently grabbing at Lincoln, clawing at his back like a wild animal as my whole world explodes. With a shuddering scream, I come hard on Lincoln’s dick, my walls throbbing around his thick girth. Everything goes white—nothing exists except the pleasure pulsing between my thighs, crashing over me until I can hardly breathe. From somewhere far away I hear Lincoln let out a hoarse cry, and his warm release spurts deep inside me, his body going slack on top of mine.
It takes a while for me to come back to myself. When I finally wake up from the daze of my orgasm, I find myself blinking up at Lincoln. He’s looking at me with so much affection that I swear I can feel my heart melting, and I beam up at him.
“That was so amazing,” I say, my voice still a little shaky.
Lincoln hums in agreement, cupping my cheek. “It really was. You were perfect, Daisy.”
“So were you.”
I loop my arms around his neck, sighing with contentment. My whole body is languid and relaxed, and I let Lincoln pull me up into his arms, holding me close as he repositions himself onto his back. I rest my head against his chest, listening to the da-dum of his heartbeat as it gradually starts to slow.
“What do you say we get cleaned up in the shower?” he asks, his hand trailing suggestively down my stomach.
I raise my head to look at him, smiling at the twinkle in his eye. “I think that sounds like a great idea.”
***
I wake up slowly the next morning, savoring the warmth of the sheets. A big, burly arm is slung over me, and I smile as I turn my head to see Lincoln fast asleep. He looks so peaceful, and for a while, I just stare at him, memorizing the contours of his ruggedly handsome face. There are a couple of strands of silver in his beard that I’ve never noticed before. It’s sexy as heck. I love that Lincoln is so much older than me. He’s a man, not a boy like the guys my age, and something about him feels so safe. So strong and solid.
Carefully, I squeeze myself out from beneath Lincoln’s arm and pull on a t-shirt from his closet. It hangs over me like a dress as I tiptoe out of the bedroom and into the living room, finding my pants from yesterday. I never bothered to put them back on; there wasn’t any need. Lincoln and I spent the afternoon naked, exploring, touching, teasing…fucking. Each time was better than the last, and there’s a delicious soreness between my legs this morning, a constant reminder of Lincoln.
Even now, I don’t bother to put the pants back on. Instead, I reach into the back pocket and pull out my phone, frowning when I see the number of texts and missed calls I have. A ball of guilt hardens in my stomach when I see all the worried messages from Emily asking where I am and why I didn’t come back after lunch, asking if I’m okay, asking me to call her. There are a few from Brett too.
Hey Daisy, Emily called and said you didn’t come back to work after lunch. She’s worried. Is everything okay? Where are you?
I chew on my bottom lip, my stomach churning. I’ve loved every second of being here with Lincoln, but I’ve avoided thinking about him being my brother’s best friend. I completely pushed Brett out of my mind, and now that I’m seeing his texts, I feel awful. Brett and Lincoln go way back. They’ve been friends for years, and I’m sure my brother will be furious if he finds out about us. I wouldn’t be surprised if Brett cut him off entirely if he ever found out about this.
Crap.
Feeling ashamed, I quickly send a message to Brett and Emily telling them I’m fine and apologizing for skipping work. I lie and say I wasn’t feeling well and fell asleep, totally forgetting to warn anybody. Once the messages are sent, I sit on the couch with a sigh, staring sadly at the ashes in the empty hearth.
