Page 114 of Pieces of Us

‘Are you sure?’ He hesitates. ‘If I show you, this is forever.’

‘I’ve never been more sure. Show me the home we’re going to raise a family, welcome our grandkids, and grow old together.’ My heart feels full, saying the words out loud.

He closes his eyes as if he’s waited for this moment forever. Slamming his lips to mine, he inhales, like he’s finally about to breathe again.

‘I’m so sorry. I can’t tell you how sorry I am that I doubted us. You’ve done everything right since I’ve been back, and I refused to accept it.’

There's just one more thing I need to say to make this feel real. ‘I love you.’ He shoots back, rattling the desk as if I’ve shot him. He’s staring down at me in utter disbelief, and I say it again. ‘I love you, Linc. I’m in love with you. I’ve never really stopped loving you. I think I’ve loved you from the first time we met.’ I’ll say it in every way until he believes me. ‘We have been through so much terrible shit. We’ve fought so hard to find ourselves. We grew up together, we grew apart, we grew as individuals, and now I want to grow together. I want us to build a life together. There isn’t anything we can’t face. We’ve already been through the worst, with and without each other. I don’t just trust you, I trust in us. I trust that what we have is more formidable than anything else in the world. I trust you to take care of my heart. My soul. My entire being. I trust that my happiness lies in you, and that without you, I’m not complete. You’ll always be that missing link for me if you’re not mine.’

My eyes are glassy, but I realise just how much I need him. How much I want him. How much he’s a necessity for my survival.

‘I love you. I love you. I’m so in love with you, Hart. Amity, baby, I promise you that you’ll always be safe with me. Your heart. Your soul. Your body. Your mind. Your dreams. Every part of you will be safe, because I would rather die than let you get hurt.’ He peppers my face with kisses all over until I’m a giggling mess.

‘Show me our home, baby.’ He turns us and starts wildly talking about the plans he’s imagined for years. It’s perfect, except he’s made the walk-in closet way too small. I also don’t love the salmon-coloured rug he’s chosen, but it’s nothing I can’t accept, especially since I’m already concocting ways to ruin it in my mind. I see a very convenient coffee spill in the future.

For almost an hour, we flit back and forth on things we love and don’t love. I’m giddy when we agree to add in an outdoor movie cinema that can be viewed from the pool area.

Stretching my neck I roll it around feeling my muscles groan at the bent over position we’ve been in. ‘Sore neck, baby?’ I feel his thumbs press into the ball of hardened muscles and I moan like a bitch in heat. His hands feel amazing. One clasps the front of my neck, making my breath hitch further. My head lulls into his chest as he continues his massage and chokehold on me. Involuntarily, my ass grinds against his cock and my horniness takes over every rational aspect of my control. I feel a tickle across my neck and chest, realising he’s unfastened my bikini top. ‘Whoops.’ He doesn’t sound very sorry.

Large hands massage my breasts, as his tongue licks up one side of my neck. It’s erotic and makes my clit pulse with need. ‘Want me to fuck you, baby?’ he whispers, eliciting goosebumps across my flesh. I nod and turn my head to capture his mouth in an open-mouthed kiss. ‘Bend over.’ Dutifully, my forearms go to his table, resting atop our future plans. In a moment of clarity, I swipe them off the desk, knowing that if I don’t, they’re going to be saturated in our sweat and come. When I lean back down again, he unbuttons my shorts and pulls both them and my G-string bikini down with it. A sharpness pierces my right cheek. He not only bit me but he slapped where his teeth sunk into my flesh. I’d say I’m outraged but I’m anything but.

‘Hurry,’ I cry desperately and urgently.

Gliding his cock into my wet centre, I push back, needing more. As he sinks inside my body, my breath stalls at the fullness. I lift one leg onto the table, which pushes him in deeper. The desk is pressing into my ribs and I know I’ll be bruised, but not one part of me cares.

‘I’ve fucked myself so many times to this very image. Blew over and over thinking how you’d look in my office, naked and dripping for me. Tell me, Hart, will you fuck me in here whenever I want?’ He isn’t playing fair. He knows I would if I could, but in truth, I’d be terrified if either of our dads accidentally walked in. ‘Why aren’t you answering, my perfect little slut? Is it because we could get caught? Anyone could hear us?’ My pussy is making obscene squelching sounds as I pant like an overweight bulldog. ‘Everyone is going to know I fuck this cunt on the regular with how many babies I’ll knock you up with. You’ll be swelling with my children for years and years.’ Jesus. Fuck me dead. His words are hot and disgusting and I want more.

I whimper in hunger as I feel myself build to the inevitable crescendo when he’s inside me. ‘Want me to slap your clit or pinch it?’

‘P-pinch’ I squeeze down tightly on his cock, as his fingers find that magical place in between my legs. He’s crushing my clit between his fingers, triggering me to seismic proportions.

‘Lincoln,’ I shriek. ‘Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.’ My legs buckle underneath him, forcing him to smash his chest against mine until I’m pinned to the table.

‘That’s it, my perfect little slut. I love how much of a whore you are for my dick. Keep coming, baby. Show me how much you need me.’ Waves after wave crashes through me, bringing on his own release. As he ruts up into me, I feel him spurt deep inside. It’s wet and warm and makes me melt inside.

If it weren’t for the desk, I’d be on the floor in a heap. Both of us are expelled of energy after that claiming. I can feel his heart beat thumping wildly on my back. After a few moments, a sweet kiss is pressed into my shoulder as he lifts up and removes himself from me. When he slips out of my stretched pussy, I feel incomplete.

Falling to his knees, he widens my legs and proceeds to lap up and suck his cum from my hole. I’m in shock when he spins me around, forces my mouth open and spits it into my mouth. Shutting my jaw with his fingers he instructs, ‘Swallow,’ to which I do like some sort of cum slut. I taste him on my tongue and moan at the saltiness. His eyes travel down my neck to see the lump of me physically swallowing. Opening my mouth to show him what a good girl I am, he tangles his tongue in mine, tasting the remnants of himself.

Who the fuck knew that could be so hot?

‘Let’s go home, baby,’ he murmurs in my mouth, before peeling himself away.

Yes. Please.

Epilogue

With You

Lincoln

A year has come and gone between last Christmas, and what a difference 365 days makes.

‘I told you the spending limit was $1,000,’ I chastise Amity. I got her a Dior Montaigne link choker, while she decided to buy me a trip to Vegas to see the UFC live. Courtside tickets, of course. The airfare one way alone is more than my entire present.

‘But Dad and Uncle Jacob are going with you, and Rome, and Jagger is going to meet you there. Plus, I have to do interviews backstage.’ She tries to justify her ludicrous spending.

Pulling her onto my lap and kissing her like crazy doesn’t seem to go down too well with anyone else in the room, especially Uncle Mark.

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