She didn’t care. She barely heard him. Scattered, her thoughts spilled out of her mouth. “More, more. Don’t stop. Lincoln. Linc.”
Then she was coming again. That first orgasm had been better than anything she’d ever experienced. This one was orders of magnitude beyond, otherworldly.
Fixed against the floor now, she was helpless against the taking. He gripped her ass with one hand, pulling her up against him, opening her for his use. He had his other hand on her head, curling himself around her, totally possessing. Each thrust stretched and filled her, stimulating her clit, making her moan.
She spasmed hard, her body bucking, making the most of each thrust, riding his cock. She cried out as she peaked, a wail of unbelievable pleasure.
But it didn’t stop. He found her breast, squeezed her nipple as he kept shoving into her. “No,” she cried, pressing her hand onto his to block his movement.
He ignored it. “More,” he commanded, squeezing her nipple, her ass, harder. “More,” he bade. “I’m not done.”
And suddenly, neither was she. She came again as he fucked her fast and hard, splintering, flying. He was with her this time, clutching and shuddering as he spent himself deep inside her, roaring out a wracking climax.
His cum jetted into her, a hot burst into her body, her core. She loved it. That unearthly pleasure, the shared ecstasy. The giving of his semen, that symbol of his essence. Loved it. Loved him.
Chapter Three
Lincoln wasn’t entirely sure Delilah was conscious when he carried her upstairs, though he was pretty certain he wasn’t supposed to be proud of that fact.
What the hell. Call a spade a spade. If he’d fucked the woman unconscious, well, the facts don’t lie.
He took her through the second floor—living room, dining room, kitchen, and lower deck—up the next flight of stairs to the master bedroom. He laid Lilah on the big bed, setting her on her feet just a bit while he tossed back the covers, then tumbling her in.
Linc took off the rest of his clothes while he enjoyed the view of her. Her panties were long gone and he could see the dried stain of his semen on her upper thigh. His inner primate wanted to beat his chest and howl at that.
He’d claimed her, marked her as his. His territory. As primal as that.
Her pretty silk blouse was probably a goner—buttons had flown and left little rips in the fabric. Collateral damage—he’d replace it and consider it money well spent.
She was done playing possum, looking up at him with soft eyes, so he leaned over her and slipped her out of what was left of it. Then he unfastened her bra, which was more in the way now of displaying her breasts than containing them.
She was curled on her side, her pretty, competent hand resting on the pale blue sheet. She looked back at him.
He wondered if she saw it, if she knew it was there, in his eyes. He was in love.
He’d thought he would be. When he’d opened her file and seen that face for the first time in five years, he vowed to bring her here. And he’d been pretty sure he would love her. He couldn’t explain it, but the connection he’d felt back in Boston had been just that strong.
It had left him just a little dissatisfied with every woman he’d been with since.
He went down prone on the bed, lifting up on his elbows to look at her. He threaded his fingers through her hair, sliding it back from her face, and kissed her cheek.
“Hello, my lovely.”
She smiled and rolled a little to face him better. “Linc.”
He kept stroking her hair, her cheek. “I hurt you. I’m sorry.”
She shook her head. “You did not hurt me.”
“You’ll have bruises tomorrow.”
Her lips curved in an all-full-of-herself way he loved. “Badges.”
“Yeah?” he grinned. “That’s okay, then. I fucked the hell out of you, didn’t I?”
“You did.” She was a smug little bitch. He loved that, too.
“Still—on the floor, barely inside your door. Not my finest moment.”
“Really?” she teased. “Then I’d surely like to see that.”
He bit back the words that were on his lips. Too soon. They’d only mark him for a fool. Even if he did have just a little bit of hope that they might be on her lips, too.
He leaned forward and gave her a real kiss. “Tell me again about your birth control.”
“I have an IUD. It’s practically infallible.”
“Practically?”
“Well, the only thing that’s entirely infallible is abstinence.”
He grinned again. “I love the IUD.”
He appreciated that she chuckled but he sobered a bit. “I didn’t use a condom because I’ve been checked recently and haven’t gone unprotected since. I could be sure I wouldn’t hurt you that way.”
She nodded. “Same here.”
“And I can tell you, I can’t see myself being interested in having sex with anyone else right now.”
“Linc.” She put a gentle hand on his shoulder and touched her lips to his.
“I like you a lot, Lilah. Five years ago I had a case for you, but now I can at least say I know you a little. And I can say I like you a lot. I’m not going to want any other woman.”
She tangled her fingers in his hair and held his gaze. And spoke the words he wanted. At least, the least of what he wanted. “I like you a lot, Lincoln. I’m not going to want to be with anyone else.”
He nodded. “Thank you.”
He kissed her, and this time he held it. He kept at it until she opened her mouth to him, until her breath was humming, her body tensing. Then he put his hand on her pussy and his mouth on her tit.
She was so fucking responsive. She heated like he’d struck with lightning. He pushed two fingers into her cunt and stroked her, keeping his thumb firmly on her clit.
“Oh, God, Linc.” She lifted up, riding his hand.
He knew she’d let him fuck her again. She was hot and wet and his. And suddenly, he knew exactly what he wanted.
“Roll over, Lilah.”
Like an innocent to slaughter, she followed his instruction. He pushed one hand up under her, finding a nipple and taking hold. Then he palmed her ass, squeezing her, separating, and then sliding his fingers in between.
He found her hot pussy and finger-fucked her. Two fingers, then three, stretching her until she moaned, lifting up a little to make it easier for him. To open herself, make herself vulnerable, God love her.
He lay over her, using his knee to push her leg up and open.
He finger-fucked her, then rubbed little circles over her clit and had her panting.
Hiking his chest up over her back, he grabbed her earlobe with his teeth. He gave her pussy a couple more hard strokes, wetting his fingers. Then he put his middle finger at her rear opening. “Lilah,” he growled into her ear. “I’m going to ass fuck you.” She started to lift her head, started to object, he knew, and he tugged at her ear.
“I have to. I have to, baby. I need it.”
He pressed just a little into her, reaming a bit with the tip of his finger. She shuddered and let out a screechy little moan. “Linc.”
“Let me, Lilah,” he urged.
He’d never been driven to do this before. Oh, he’d given the occasional ass fuck. He’d enjoyed it, that bit of gritty, nasty fucking. He liked when a woman let him have it, liked that little submission, that sense of subjugation. It was a good, hot turn-on.
But he’d never pushed a woman to do it. Had never felt this compulsion to own, to possess a woman in this way. There’d never been anything like what Lilah had called out in him.
Clearly, she’d never done it before. Her little asshole was tight, virgin. Every little stroke he gave her caused a shudder.
He was sure she wasn’t entirely objecting. She was nervous, yeah—well, she should the fuck be. He’d barely fit in her tight pussy.
But her little, jittery breaths held some interest, too.
He worked h
er nipple, a little distraction. Then he shoved his cock up her pussy, stroking a few times while she panted, wetting himself with the moisture of her own body plus that big deposit he’d left behind when he’d fucked her on the floor downstairs.
He kept his finger at her ass, the weight of his body as he fucked her pushing his digit a little further. She moaned now, her face into the bed, excited despite her apprehension.
He put a second finger in, stroked her and fucked her some more. He stretched her open, readying her.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it.”
* * * *
Delilah moaned, digging her face into the bed, instinctively trying to escape what Lincoln was doing to her.
But, apparently, not all of her wanted escape.
Somehow, her hips were rocking, seeking. A little movement forward pressed her clit into the mattress, and then back to receive him. To receive more of his cock up her pussy, and more of his fingers into her—who knew?—incredibly sensitive ass. At the same time his other hand worked wicked magic at her nipple.
Evidently, she was a hedonist. She’d had two over-the-top orgasms. No, three. She’d just had her brains fucked out. And now, here her body was responding, inviting an ass fucking.
He had her pussy full of cock, a wicked inducement to seek more. To rock up and accept more of that gritty, primal invasion.
With a satisfied growl, he pulled out of her cunt, lifted up, and pressed his cock at her anus. She was moist now—he’d circled some spit into her, and that fluid from her own pussy.
He groaned as he pressed in. “Baby. Say you want it. Please, say it.”
He was stretching her, that damned impossibly big cock into her tight, where-no-man-has-gone-before little hole.
And, unbelievably, she did. She did want it. Apparently, she needed it.
“Yes. Linc. Yes, yes.”
He grunted in grateful relief and got that big cockhead past her sphincter—she squealed some at that—and then sank all the way in, rendering her incredibly, impossibly full. He collapsed down on top of her, his weight overpowering her. Her knees spread out, making her more at his mercy. His fingers found their way to her clit.
“Baby.” It was approval, thanks, and exaltation.
He stroked once and she exclaimed, a shriek made up of excitement, pleasure, and fear. He seemed to be encouraged. He huffed out her name as he fucked her, little short strokes, quick.
That seemed to be for the best. She liked that wicked stimulation to her anal ring—the wide base of him, stretching her exquisitely, again and again. He seemed to like plumbing her depths, that deep, corporal taking of her.
He worked her clit and her nipple as their excitement rose. She adored it, surprisingly gratified by the coarse, feral nature of it.
She felt taken, owned. Mated.
He liked it, too. He told her, over and over, harsh words in her ear. He was fucking her in the ass. He loved it. She was his. His. He owned her. His, goddammit.
She cried, and he roared, when they came. They convulsed together, their bodies seizing. She felt another hot spurt of his cum, the heat of it warming her to her soul.
She screeched again when he pulled out of her and fell to her side. He draped halfway over her, his breath coming in harsh pants. “Water,” he croaked. “I need water.”
Delilah had just enough energy to smile. She’d brought him near to collapse. “There’s some in the fridge,” she said. “It’s—”
“Got it.”
He pulled the covers up over her, tucking her in and pressing a kiss to her temple as he got up. She was asleep before he left the room.
* * * *
The light was soft when she woke—she’d learned now it was common, the morning and evening fog that moved in from the bay. She’d come to like it, Santa Cruz’s slow awakening to full sunlight, a gentle coming into the day.
Delilah was alone in the tremendously huge bed that dominated the master bedroom. But Linc’s heat was still there, in the pillow beside hers, in the space where he’d slept. And she could hear the shower running, so she knew she hadn’t been alone for long.
Naked, she went to find him.
His head was under the spray, water sluicing down his body. He was an incredible specimen. Deep chest, broad shoulders, ripped abs, muscled arms and legs. He was beautiful.
And so very compelling. He was smart and funny, sweet and gentle. Powerful, strong, maybe a bit domineering. A very masculine, attractive package.
Appealing in the extreme.
She was afraid she was a goner. She’d fallen hard, and she’d been so very obvious about it. She couldn’t have been more transparent. She was his. He could have her, use her, as he wished. That last, gritty taking—well, nothing said I’m yours, have me as you will, like offering oneself up for an ass fuck. Asking for it.
She might have been appalled by her behavior except for the care he’d taken to let her know that he was just as enthralled as she was. He hadn’t exactly made a vow, a commitment, but he’d put it out there. He wanted her, and only her.
For now, at least.
And she found that was enough.
So when he lifted his head and saw her, opened the shower door and pulled her in, she went.
* * * *
It was almost without thought that Lincoln pulled her into his arms, into his kiss. He’d woken uneasy, a bit dismayed with himself.
He’d fallen down this rabbit hole, no doubt. He was all but sure he loved Delilah. For sure, he’d claimed her in a primal, almost barbaric way.
That foul agreement he’d made with Ben and Austin stuck in his craw. He’d let the hot water hammer down on him, debating with himself whether he could renege.
If he loved Delilah—and yes, it was reasonable to go forward based on that assumption— then what he was doing was wrong. There was no way that, in a month’s time, he could in good conscience tell her he was done with her.
It was a devil’s bargain, and he’d been an idiot to agree to it.
He’d secretly celebrated when he’d won the draw to go first. He’d meant to. He figured that would be best, that he’d have the chance to make her his before one of the others seduced her away.
Now, he considered that if one of his friends found his way into her bed, he’d have to kill the man.
And that was to say nothing of the sin it would be to play with Lilah’s heart. If his month with her ended anything like how it started, well, it would be hell on them both. He might deserve it for being such an ass as to agree to that harebrained scheme, but Lilah so did not.
It was obvious, however, that he was going to think with his dick, because the moment he came aware of her outside the shower, all he could do was want her.
She came into his arms readily, just as though she didn’t have a single qualm about how rough he’d been with her. She raised her face to his, meeting his gaze openly.
All he could do was kiss her. He held her head and took her sweet mouth, moving from gentle to needy and back again.
“Lilah,” he whispered. “Sweetheart. Are you okay?”
She slid her hands around him, into his hair, along his back. “Yes,” she said. “Yes. Very.” His stupid, brainless cock stood up, pressing into her belly like a heat-seeking missile. He was an idiot. A complete, fucking idiot.
He held her head and looked at her. He pressed her lips once more, hard, before he stepped off the deep end.
“I want you on your knees.”
He’d already soaped off his cock, but she didn’t ask. Like a fucking love-bedazzled lunatic, she knelt. He kept his hands on her head and brought her to him, nuzzled her face into his cock.
“Suck me.”
He was going to hell. But she didn’t hesitate, didn’t make the smallest objection. She just wet her lips and slid them over him, then stroked him with her tongue.
He swore, verbally spewing out his pleasure as she opened her mouth and took him in. “Oh, fuck, baby. That’s so good.” Her mouth w
as hot, and she drew on him with steady suction. “Oh fuck.”
He held her head and pumped a little into her, taking control in a way that made some women object. But she seemed to like it. She made a fist, stroking the length of him that wouldn’t fit in her mouth.
Or down her throat. “More, baby,” he bade. “Take more. Swallow me down.”
She did her best, loosening her jaw and taking it while he went deep. He practically came right then, into the hot, sweet bliss of deep-throating her. But he didn’t want to give up this fucking heaven so soon.
He pulled back, just taking those little pumps into her mouth again. “Fuck, Lilah. Baby.” He palmed her head, controlling her with one hand. He reached for her breast with the other and grabbed her nipple.
She held his cock with one hand and played with his balls with the other. He spread his legs, wanting something he’d never considered before.
He looked down at the incredibly erotic view he had—half his cock disappearing into her mouth, the other half sliding through her fist. His fingers grasping that beautiful tit.
He groaned. He didn’t have much more control. He tossed his head back, practically yelling. “Stick your finger up my ass.”
He waited for it. She knew what he needed. She didn’t give him a gentle little prod. She just found his opening, worked her way into his sphincter, and then shoved all the way up.
He roared, grasping her head with both hands again and pushing deep. Her finger reamed his ass and in two strokes he was coming, his cum tearing up the length of his cock and blasting down her throat.
“Aahh,” he growled. “Baby.”
He pulled out, leaving the sweet heaven of her mouth and moving away from that wicked finger. He fell over her, going to his knees, clutching her to him.
His breath was still harsh, fierce when he lifted his head to look at her. “Stand up.” She shook her head, knowing to be afraid.
He wouldn’t have it. “Stand the fuck up.” She was shaking but followed his command.
Her pretty little pussy was right in front of his face. She was trimmed, just short little blonde hairs that offered no protection at all. He wrapped an arm around her thighs, securing her.
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