Page 72 of Finding Peace
Christ, that’s hot.
Lincoln’s chest begins rising and falling at a faster pace as I continue to tease him, torture him,pleasehim like he has done to me all day. I wouldn’t think it was working if I didn’t see the way his fists grip atthe leather cushion of the chair or the way his quads tighten beneath his jeans.
Wanting to push him even more, I slide him deeper into my mouth. And when he hits the back of my throat, I swallow.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
I do it again.
Then I suck and lick along the head.
And squeeze at the base.
And I do the entire thing again.
And again.
And every time I repeat the process, I feel him come even more undone.
“Abigail…” he finally moans. And the way he says my name sends a wave of arousal straight to my core.
I glance up at him, still completely dressed, but you wouldn’t think so by the look on his face. Because it looks as if I’ve stripped him bare. His hand threads through my hair before he fists it, tugging sharply at the roots. “So fucking good, Abigail. Your mouth is so good.”
Like it always does, his praise spurs me on, and I continue to work his length with my mouth. Bringing him to the brink before letting him come back down. By the third time I do it, I can tell he’s had enough. Relenting, I flick my tongue against the tip of his cock, letting the way he gasps for breath wash over me.
“Yessss. Such a good fucking girl,” he breathes, and I can feel my pulse pound in every part of my body. “Don’t stop. Keep teasing me.”
Well, if you say so.
I take him to the back of my throat as far as I can and gag around his length, and when his fist tightens in my hair, I know that’s what he was looking for. I work his cock for what feels like five more minutes until he’s a panting mess beneath me—and I swear if I reached between mylegs right now and touched myself, I would come from the sight of him alone.
Like he can read my thoughts, he pulls me off of him and stands in front of me. I shuffle back a bit, giving him room and giving me an unrestricted view as I watch him undress himself, all while his cock continues to leak precum—desperate to sink inside of me.
I bite my lip as I take in the defined ridges of his body. You’d never know by looking at him that he spends more time behind a desk than the other three because everything about him in this moment screams hard-working man.
A cowboy.
And fuck is it hot.
Lincoln sits back down in the chair and crooks his finger at me in a come-hither motion. “Ride me, Sweetheart."
Nodding, I climb back onto his lap, my legs straddling his.
“You still wet for me?” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer before he’s reaching between my legs and feeling just how much I want him. “Fuck.So desperate for my cock aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I answer softly.
His abs flex as he lifts me slightly and notches the head of his cock at my entrance. His other hand reaches up and squeezes my jaw, forcing my eyeline to meet his. He watches with rapt attention as he slams my hips down and fills me, not leaving so much as a millimeter of room between us.
“Fu-uck,” I practically whisper, unable to speak clearly.
He doesn’t give me any time to adjust as his other hand reaches around and slaps the globe of my ass, causing me to contract around him.
“You like that, huh?” he asks roughly. “You like it when I slap this tight little ass of yours?”
“Yes,Lyubimyy.”
I clench my teeth as he slaps it again, squeezing my jaw in his other hand tighter.
