Page 680 of Not Over You

A devious smirk graced his lips. “Oh, sweetheart, I plan to. Over and over again until the only thing you can do is moan my name.”

I bit down on my bottom lip and arched into him, rubbing my bare, wet pussy against his erection. “Show me.”

He kept his eyes locked on mine as his hand trailed down between us and he took his cock out.

“Wait.” I grabbed his wrist, stopping him from pushing into me. “Do you have a condom? I’m not on birth control.” We didn’t need a repeat of high school happening, plus he’d just broken up with his girlfriend, and I didn’t know where she’d been.

He leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed his jeans from the floor. Grabbing his wallet from the back pocket, he fished out a condom. He quickly tore open the small package with his teeth and slipped the rubber over his cock.

Lincoln guided himself to my opening and slowly entered me, filling me inch by inch with his thick cock. I gasped from the sensation and let my eyes flutter closed as I savored the feel of being so full of him.

“Fuck, Liv, how are you still so tight?” He pulled out and pushed himself back in. “So fucking wet and tight.”

I moaned from his dirty talk, his words turning me on more. I spread my legs wider to accommodate him, needing him deeper inside me. I wanted him to split me open, then put me back together again.

Lincoln pumped in and out of me, slowly at first, then he gradually increased his pace. His fingers tangled in my hair at the back of my head, and he tugged lightly, tipping my head back to expose my neck.

He nipped and kissed the sensitive skin as he continued to pound his cock into me. “That perfect pussy is making me want to come already. Not even five minutes and you’re making me lose control,” he growled against my throat.

I could only moan in response, his thrusts sending me into euphoria. I’d just come moments before, but I was already on the brink of another orgasm.

Lincoln traced the curve of my jaw with his tongue, slowing his pace. He nibbled my earlobe as he pumped in and out of me, then groaned, “I don’t want to come yet, but you’re making it so hard.”

I wrapped my legs around him, urging him deeper. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I didn’t want him to ever stop. I wanted to stay in that hotel room forever, intertwined beneath the sheets with his cock inside me.

He growled with lust as he thrust harder. “Never, baby. You’re mine. Always have been. Always will be.”

I moaned. His words were like a balm on my wounded soul, healing me with every whispered promise. I raked my nails down his back, spiraling deeper into oblivion. My body began to tremble, and my eyes rolled back.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me again,” Lincoln gritted out, increasing his pace.

I cried out, clenching around him as my climax overtook me. Pleasure streamed throughout my body as Lincoln continued to pump into me, fueling the flames of my orgasm with every thrust.

Lincoln stiffened, groaning out as he came. After a few seconds, he collapsed beside me on the bed, panting heavily. “That was amazing,” he said between breaths.

“Mmm hmm,” I mumbled, still floating in the stars of ecstasy. My whole body tingled with pleasure as I laid next to Lincoln, our skin slick with sweat.

Only a few moments passed before Lincoln flipped me over onto my stomach. The weight of his body pressed atop mine as his breath fluttered against the side of my neck. “Are you ready for more, baby?”

I bit my bottom lip as he pressed his dick against my ass. “Yes,” I murmured, completely drunk with lust.

“Good.” He nibbled my earlobe as he roughly thrust into me. “Because I’m not anywhere near done with you yet.”

Lincoln and I spent the rest of the night and part of the morning becoming reacquainted with each other. By the time we were finished, I was wholly satisfied and exhausted, and sleep pulled me under quickly.

When I woke up, I was still in Lincoln’s arms. A smile crept over my lips from the comfort of his embrace as memories of the night before flashed through my head.

He shifted behind me, pressing his morning erection against my ass. “Mornin’, beautiful.”

I pushed back against him. “Good morning, yourself.”

He pressed a kiss on my shoulder. “Is this a dream?”

I giggled. “I hope not.”

“If it is, don’t ever wake me up.”

I turned on my back and looked up at him. “Did last night really happen?”

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