Page 9 of Losing Ansley

"Unbutton your blouse." He instructs, and I fumble with the buttons as he rocks into me. How is it this good?

He yanks my bra and leans down, latching his mouth onto my nipple. He begins to rub my clit with the thumb of his other hand, and he glances down at where our bodies are connected. After a few strokes, he looks back at me with a smirk.

"You look so good with your skirt around your waist and my cock inside you." The build-up is so good. I'm about to come, but he stops and pinches my thigh. My eyes pop open at the added sensation I wasn't expecting. I didn't even realize they were closed.

"What the hell, Lincoln?" I try to grind against him, but he holds me still.

"I'll let you come when you agree to stay with me." He reveals, and my mouth falls open in shock. He rocks against me, and waves of pleasure skirt up my spine.

"You're bribing me?" I ask, appalled. His middle finger lightly touches my clit, and I moan as shock waves go up my spine. I rock against him for more, but he won't let me.

"I'll do whatever it takes to ensure you're safe." He grinds out. His jaw is tense, and sweat trickles down his face slowly. I tighten my walls around him, and he throws his head back.

"Fuck!" He whispers. At least I'm not the only one affected here. He grinds into me but stops himself when I whine. I need to come. Now.

"Fine! I'll stay with you." I practically scream, and then he's leaning over me, his lips almost touching mine. Will he kiss me?

"Promise me." He demands, and I glare at him.

"I promise." I lean up, so our lips touch, but he pulls back slightly. I ignore the disappointment that tries to rise in my chest.

"Now fucking let me come." I grind out, and he stands and begins to thrust into me. He brings his middle finger up again to rub against my clit, but then he's stroking it through my folds and allowing me to suck it in along with his cock.

My eyes widen at the sensation, and then he's rubbing my clit with his pinky finger, and within seconds, I'm coming. I whisper his name over and over again as he prolongs my orgasm. He pulls out of me and grabs my hand, lifting me off the desk.

"On your knees, sweetheart." My heart jumps into my throat as he pushes me to my knees.

I kneel and glance up at him through my eyelashes. He tilts his chin, his way of telling me to take him. I engulf his length with my hand, rubbing it up and down a few times before wrapping my lips around his tip and tasting myself on him. I hum, and he groans, never letting his eyes leave mine. He wraps my hair in his fist and guides me down his entire length.

"Keep your eyes on me." He demands as he begins to thrust. My eyes water, but I don't tell him to stop. I want this, I want him, and I want to feel him come undone. When he hits the back of my throat, I swallow, and he moans.

"Fuck! Ansley. I love seeing you on your knees, taking my cock like a good girl." My heart stutters at his praise, and I hollow my cheeks, sucking him harder.

"That's it, sweetheart. Keep doing that." I want to close my eyes but keep them trained on him as he thrusts. His hand comes up to cup my jaw as he moves, and how he looks at me almost brings tears to my eyes.

"Holy shit! Fuck!" He breaks eye contact and throws his head back for a second before looking back at me.

"I'm going to come." He warns, and I nod, letting him know it's okay. He hits the back of my throat and groans. I swallow him down until he's done, and then he pulls out of my mouth and sits down on my chair.

He lifts me and pulls me into his lap, holding me close. He runs his fingers through my hair.

"You'll stay with me?" He inquires again, and I nod as his lips find my jaw. I wonder if he'll ever actually kiss me.

"Yes. I'll stay with you." He exhales and wraps his arms around me even tighter.

"And you won't see that guy?" He throws in, and I huff.

"I didn't agree to that," I tell him as I lean my head on his shoulder. He rubs his palm up and down my back.

"We'll see." He murmurs, and I don't respond. What are we doing? This is going to break my heart, but I can't seem to stop.

CHAPTER FOUR

ANSLEY

LINCOLN RENTEDa truck. He showed up at my apartment with a huge UHaul, and the stuff I have won't even fill half of it. I don't have a lot; when I had fallen prey to the scam, I sold many of my things to help get me some money back—everything except the Corvette. As stupid as it sounds to be emotionally attached to a car, I am to that one. I know what I will have to do, but I put it out of my mind for now.

When everything happened, I just started going to fashion school but had to drop out and find a job. One night, I showed up at Lincoln's house and confessed to him what happened, so he gave me a job and helped as much as I'd let him.

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