Page 33 of Losing Ansley

"Oh, no, sweetheart. I've been dreaming of tasting this sweet pussy for weeks." He expresses as he brings his hand between us to cup me, and I groan as his finger slides through my folds. I lean my head back toward the ceiling and moan at the feel of him. He brings his other hand to grip my chin and make me look at him.

"I've told you more than once that you're mine. I'm going to remind you again. You. Are. Mine." He shoves two fingers into my pussy, and I gasp. "This pussy is mine." He pulls his hand back and slams his fingers back into me. My hands grip his shoulders so I don't crumble to the ground. He leans forward as he continues to thrust his fingers into me.

"For every week, you ignored me." He says as he licks my neck causing goosebumps to break out on my entire body. "I'm going to make you come that many times." He tells me, and I shake my head.

I'm already so close, but there's no way. I lay my forehead on his shoulder as he thrust his fingers into me.

"Oh god, Lincoln." I swallow, trying to catch my breath. "I can't. I won't be able to." I tell him, and he chuckles as he brings his thumb up to press against my clit, bringing me that much closer to the edge. "Fuck!" I whisper.

"You can and you will." He tells me as he makes me fall over the edge; my legs give out, and he catches me as I come around his fingers. I cling to him as I ride it out. It's so intense. When I loosen my grip, he leans back, still holding me, but removes his fingers, brings them to his mouth, and licks them clean.

"So sweet." He moans, and all I can do is stare at him and pant. He lays down on the couch and motions to me.

"Come on, sweetheart." I arch my eyebrow at him. He wants me to ride his face, but I also want his cock in my mouth, so I turn and straddle him backward. I glance over my shoulder, and he arches a brow at me with a smile playing on his lips.

"What are you doing?" He asks. Even though I know, he knows. I smirk at him.

"I'm about to suck your cock." I tell him, and the smile that is playing on his lips shows itself. He grabs my hips and pulls me up his chest until I straddle his face. Before I can lean down and take his cock in my mouth, he's pushing me down and licking up my slit. I fall forward and grab his thigh.

"Oh god!" I feel him chuckle more than I hear him. I lose myself in the feeling of him licking me and sucking me for a few seconds before I focus on his cock.

When I do, I see him leaking, and I love it. I love that I affect him as much as he affects me. I lean down and lick him clean, loving his salty taste. His hands tighten on my hips, but he doesn't stop.

He moves one hand from my hips, brings it to my pussy, and holds me open as he dives in, making me groan. I feel close to the edge again, which seems impossible, but with Lincoln, I'm learning it's not.

I suck his tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, causing him to begin licking and sucking harder, pushing me closer to the edge. I try to hold it off as I drop my head down his entire length until he hits the back of my throat.

That causes him to stutter in his ministrations, and I hum in victory. But it only lasts for a brief second before he thrusts two fingers into me and my nails dig into his thighs.

I'm determined to make him come before me. I begin massaging his balls, causing him to stutter again. He moves his other hand and begins to rub my ass as he licks and sucks and finger fucks me. I pull off of him and place my forehead on his upper thigh.

"Lincoln." I moan out. He pulls his mouth away from me for a moment.

"Come on, sweetheart. Stop fighting it." Then his mouth lands on me, and his thumb rests on my puckered hole. I stiffen for half a second before relaxing, realizing he's not going to penetrate me. He rubs his thumb around the ring, and I swallow.

I wanted to make him come first, but I couldn't focus long enough to do it. There are so many sensations. He sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Then he pulls his fingers out of me, slamming them back in, and pressing his thumb into my hole, almost penetrating me, and I lose it.

I ride his fingers and his face. Many words come out of my mouth, but I don't know what I'm saying. I'm a blubbering mess. It keeps going and going, and finally, I fall limp. I can't move. I've died and gone to heaven.

Lincoln removes his fingers, and somehow he lifts me and maneuvers me so my head is on his chest and not his thighs, but I still can't move. Lincoln rubs my hair down to my back and then back again. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear, but I don't quite grasp them. After a few more minutes, I stir, and his mouth comes to my forehead and kisses me.

"You back with me, sweetheart?" He asks as his arms wrap around me and hold me tight.

"Mmmm…." It's all I can vocalize at the moment, and he chuckles.

"Do you need anything? Want some water?" He questions and I shake my head as I burrow into his chest. His arms tighten around me for a second before loosening, and I lift my head to look into his eyes.

"That was amazing," I tell him, and he gives me a satisfied smile. One hand comes up to brush my hair from my face as he cups my jaw. He leans up and gently kisses me, and I relish his lips on mine. I'll never get tired of it. "It wasn't very nice of you not to let me make you come, though." He snorts.

"We have all night, sweetheart." I hum.

"According to you, it's going to be a long night with how many orgasms you plan on giving me," I tell him and lean up so I can look at him. He gives me a soft smile.

"We can stop if that's something you're uncomfortable with." I tilt my head thinking about it. I've never been a multiple-orgasm type of woman, but I don't say that.

"So, I can just say no more at any moment, and you'll stop." He begins to nod immediately.

"Yes. Absolutely. I only want to make you feel good. Even if it's pain, it will make the pleasure much better." He explains, and I stare at him in confusion.

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