Page 56 of Rushed

“It’s so good. Please,” I cry, “Don’t stop, Lincoln. Don’t stop!” I’m panting. I’m bucking and sending my body into his in hard motions. All that can be heard in the room is the sound of our bodies slapping together.

I push back one more time before my orgasm rocks into my body so hard, I feel everything clench and clamp down on his cock, squeezing him to take all of what he offers.

Lincoln pushes a few more times. “I’m comin’, Kitten. Come for me again.” He thrusts forward, harder and harder. I feel my orgasm rise to the surface again, cresting like a wave. Again, I feel everything tighten around him as he pulls me tight to his body. Our bodies are sated and spent as the aftershocks rock us. Lincoln pulls back slowly, until my body releases his. I cry out at the loss.

“Wow. Now I know what the fuss was all about.” I’m sure I’m grinning like a fool, and I probably look ridiculous with my hair wild, my outfit disheveled, and wetness rolling down my legs, but wow. That was more than I expected.

Linc barks out a laugh, pulling me upright as he slings me over his shoulder. My dress is hitched around my waist so he pulls it down. “Come on, Kitten. Time for a shower.”

Giggling uncontrollably, he sets me down, laying the dress on the bench and placing me in the steaming spray of water. “I’m glad you locked the door, or that could have been difficult for friends to see. Can you imagine?” Lincoln covers my mouth with his and laughs as his tongue dances with mine.

“Okay. You could have just asked me to shut up, you know.” I stroke the wet, soft skin of his chest, and I revel in the man he is.

“Next time, I’ll find ways to shut ya up. But fer now, I’m glad to hear anythin’ you have to say, especially if ya wanna say ya love me.”

Running my hands down his stiff stomach, I trail my fingers in his soft hair that surrounds his already stiffening member. “Already?”

He shrugs, bucks his hips towards me and laughs out loud. “I’ll wait ’til I get ya back to the club. I have a lot of things fer ya tonight, and they do not include a sweaty locker room.” Lincoln pulls my hands away from his cock, smiling.

“Time to clean up, ’cause I want to see what you have in mind.”

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