Page 59 of Firefly Effect

“I love that you just called me Linc,” he says, hovering over me, his elbows on each side of my shoulders and his knees pressed between my legs.

I smile while hooking my arms around his neck. “It kind of just slipped out.”

He leans down and presses his lips against my neck. “How about I make it slip out of that pretty mouth of yours again?”

His hard length presses against my center, making me gasp just imagining that thing entering my body. He’s practically twice the size of any man I’ve ever been with, and that’s not an exaggeration. Maybe this was a bad idea.

He must notice the look on my face as I stare down at where we’re so close to being connected. “Hey,” he says gently, “I’ll go slow.”

I swallow as my eyes stare into his. Somehow I believe him even when the logic of it all doesn’t make sense. “H-how?”

He chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the edges and drawing me into his beautiful green gaze. “I’m a determined man when it comes to you, Evie. I thought you knew that by now.”

Determined, persistent, phenomenal. He’s all those things and so much more.

He takes hold of his cock and runs the tip up and down my entrance, coating it in my arousal. “Tell me you have condoms.”

I shake my head slowly, watching disappointment mount in his expression. He bites down on his bottom lip, looking frustrated, like he’s trying to stop himself from spewing expletives.

Spreading my knees farther, I invite him in, telling him it’s okay. When he shakes his head, I smile. “Does it help that I’m on birth control? And I’m clean.” I nod at the small desk on the other side of the room. “I have the test to prove it.”

A smile curls his lips as he nudges his hard-on against my center. “That’s great, but I failed to bring my own documentation. Is that a risk you really want to take?”

I glare back at him, realizing he’s planning to draw this tease out for as long as possible—but I’m done waiting. In one quick move, I hook my legs around one of his and slip my arms around his torso, then I tug just enough in one direction to flip us over.

“What the?—”

I cut him off with a kiss as I spread my knees and lift his heavy cock just enough for it to meet my entrance again.

If we’re going to do this, I’m going to need all the leverage I can get.

His fingers grip my waist, and I can’t tell if he’s trying to stop me at first, but the moment I begin to sink down around him, his grip eases and a groan vibrates in his chest.

I try to breathe as I slide down, but my pace is so slow that I’m not sure if I’m moving at all. Looking down, I can see that I’ve barely made it past his crown, which doesn’t surprise me. Fitting that thing inside my mouth was hard enough, but I was so turned on at the time that I would have unhinged my jaw just to give him the pleasure he deserved.

My eyes travel to his, curious if he’s watching like I am, but his eyes are on mine, like they’ve been waiting for the connection.

“Can I help?” The way he asks is so sweet, it’s almost dirty.

I nod, feeling a flush take over my entire body.

He grips my hips again and pulls me back up and off his cock, then he slides his fingers through my slit, gathering slickness as he goes. Once his hand is thoroughly soaked, he rolls it around his shaft, lubricating himself in slow and steady strokes.

“Now,” he rasps darkly. “Try that again.”

I press my palms to his chest as I lift my hips while he holds himself steady, then I sink down again. This time I can feel the glide, the stretch, until I’m so damn full.

“Breathe, baby. Take your time.”

I shudder at his words in combination with the intensity of how he fills me. How my body makes room for this man like it’s been waiting to welcome him since before I even knew he existed is a mystery I can’t understand.

“That’s it,” he growls, lifting me slightly then bringing me down another couple of inches.

I cry out at the sensation, and I’m not even halfway down his cock. “Fuck, Linc. You’re too big.”

He grips my hips harder, holding me in place. “And you’re fucking perfect.” He jerks his hips, feeding me another inch. “So tight.” He pulls me up to his tip and brings me back down. “That’s right, baby,” he groans. “We’re made for each other, you’ll see.”

His words are such a turn-on that it makes me want to fight against my protesting limbs. My mouth hangs open wide with surprise as my body tries to accommodate him, but it’s like my muscles are fighting me, trying to resist this god of a man who desperately wants me to be his.

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