Page 60 of Losing Ansley

"Get on your knees, sweetheart." He commands. I swear I feel my heartbeat in my clit. He takes my hand and helps me as I kneel before him.

"Take my cock out." He instructs. I move my hands to the button of his jeans, undoing them and pushing them and his boxers down his hips. His cock is hard and long and leaking precum. I lean forward and lick it, causing him to moan. I look at him before sucking his tip into my mouth as he gathers my hair in his hand.

"I love your mouth, sweetheart. Seeing those bright red lips wrapped around my cock is one of my favorite things in the world." He says as he thrusts in my mouth. I hum around him as I suck and lick. I love doing this to Lincoln because he loses control, and I love seeing Lincoln lose control. But he doesn't lose it this time. After a few more thrusts, he pulls out of my mouth and helps me to my feet.

"I love seeing you on your knees." He says, then his hands lift my shirt over my head, unhooking my bra, and pushing my jeans and panties down my legs until I'm standing naked. He lifts his shirt over his head and guides me to the bed.

He sits so his back is against the headboard, then pulls me between his legs, trapping his cock between his stomach and my back. His lips tease and suck at my neck and shoulder as his hands roam over my body. He massages my breasts and then pinches my nipples, making me moan.

One hand massages my breast while the other travels down my stomach to my pussy as I anxiously wait. His finger glides along my slit, teasing me briefly, then moves to the top of my thighs, massaging them. My head falls on his shoulder. He'll almost touch my pussy and then back off. I'm panting wildly, and my hips are moving of their own accord, looking for something.

"Lincoln! Please!" I beg. I feel him smirk against my neck.

"It took you long enough." He states but instead of moving his hand where I want it most; he moves it away. I groan in frustration. But then he's moving back and inserting something in me. I realize what it is just as he turns the vibrator on; I arch my back and come with a shout of his name.

The vibrator is rubbing against my g-spot and my clit simultaneously. My nails are making divots in Lincoln's thighs, but I can't stop myself. He doesn't turn it off as one orgasm turns into another, and my voice grows hoarse.

"Lincoln! Yellow!" I shout. He immediately turns the vibrator off and removes it from me. I take a breath. That was a continuous orgasm, and it was amazing, but I needed him. I turn in his arms.

"Are you okay?" He asks. I nod as I impale myself on him. He grips my ass tight.

"Fuck!" He growls in my ear. I move up and down on him as I whimper. "Ansley." There's a warning in his voice.

"I needed to feel you and not that vibrator. That's why I said yellow and not red." I tell him. He grunts as I swivel my hips. He lets me ride him for a few more seconds before stopping me and helping me off.

"Get on all fours, baby, and put your hands on the headboard." He instructs, and I do what he says. He grabs the lube and butt plug and kneels behind me. I feel him drip some lube down my ass crack, making me moan. I am so sensitive.

"I made you come that many times to get you loose. We'll do what we did last night first, okay?" I swallow.

"Okay." He rubs his thumb around me a few times. Like last night he replaces it with the plug and begins to work it in. When it's entirely in, I sigh. I love it.

"You okay, baby?" He asks, and I swallow.

"Yes." I gasp out. His fingers are still on the plug; I moan as he twists it. My knuckles turn white as they grasp the headboard. "Lincoln." I choke out.

"Feel good, baby?" He murmurs as he kisses up my spine. I nod and push back against him. He slowly begins to pull it in and out, and I need more. As if he senses it, I hear the vibrator turn on, and he runs it up the inside of my thigh. I want. No. I need him to make me come.

"Please, Lincoln. I need…" I trail off, and he leans over me, his chest against my back.

"Tell me what you need, sweetheart. I'll give you anything."

"Make me come. Please make me come." He leans back, moves the plug in and out, then puts the vibrator directly on my clit, and I'm screaming my release as I collapse on the bed. He turns the vibrator off, lays on his stomach next to me, and rubs his finger along my spine. I turn my head toward him, and he pushes my hair out of my face.

"That was…" I trail off. "There are no words." He chuckles and leans over to kiss me. The plug moves inside me, making me gasp. I'm still sensitive.

"You okay? Do you want to keep going or wait?" My mouth tilts up at him as he checks in with me. I love him so much and how he's always looking out for me.

"I'm okay—more than okay. And I definitely want to keep going. I haven't been able to stop thinking about this." I admit. He scoots closer to me, his hard cock rubbing against my thigh. He pulls me in close; I moan again as the plug moves. I move my hand down between us, grasping him and causing him to moan.

I guide my hand up and down his length, and he places his forehead against mine, enjoying how I'm making him feel good. He begins to thrust into my hand and moans before pulling back and opening his eyes.

"You ready for round two?" He wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I bite my lip as I try to hold back my smile. He smacks my hip, and I groan, causing him to smirk. He did that on purpose.

"On your knees, baby." I waste no time getting back up on my knees but instead of grabbing the headboard, I bend my elbows and place my head on my hands.

He grabs my ass cheeks and spreads them. I close my eyes at the sensation. I wonder if I could come just from this. He begins to move the plug again, and after a couple of minutes, I can't stop myself from pushing back against him.

"I'm going to take it out now." He warns. I give a slight nod. I'm ready for it to be him. He slowly pulls it out, and I can feel myself staying open for him.

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