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I think—no, I know—we’ve done enough talking for tonight.

I only have a few days left, and I need this. We need this. I need to feel connected with him in this way. I need to know that when I leave, we won’t only have this moment. That we’ll have maybe the start of a new beginning. I still want to take things slow with our feelings and our future, but while I think we’ll definitely be more than a fling, I don’t know if I want to be in a fully-fledged relationship with him until we’ve sorted out every issue that has plagued us. Without labelling anything, I want for us, for now, to sit somewhere around casually but exclusively dating.

Tonight, sex might silence any lingering doubts over our chemistry, but it won’t fix other parts of our brokenness.

The mood shifts around us, a blanket of undeniable heat sizzling around us. Before I can make the first move, he sits me on top of him so I’m straddling his thighs. Conveniently and torturously, his cock is in line with my pussy, which no doubt is leaking on his jeans, causing a delicious friction.

‘Let’s get you naked, baby.’ He doesn’t wait for me to agree. He just glides his hands underneath my dress and lifts it over my head, tossing the garment like it offends him. Groaning, I feel like doing a little happy dance because I’ve absolutely nailed the barely there lingerie that I know is wreaking havoc with his willpower. ‘What the fuck is this?’

‘Samples of my new line,’ I whisper in the shell of his ear before licking it. His fingers dig into my hips as if he’s trying to transfer his agony to me. ‘Do you like it?’ I lean back, toying with the buttons of his shirt.

‘You’re going to be the death of me tonight.’ His glazed eyes hungrily ravish the sheer cups of my bra and G-string. There are strategically placed red lacy roses littering the material, which includes both nipples. As for my pussy, it might as well just be exposed. When I created this line, I wanted something flirty and romantic, but equally as erotic.

‘You have too many clothes on.’ I pout before nibbling his lips. Without warning, he tosses me off like a rag doll, making me bounce onto my back. It takes all of twenty seconds for him to strip from head to toe, and I’m drooling. He’s the definition of ‘lickable’, ‘fuckable’ and every other adjective that makes a woman want to get down on her knees and worship a man.

Damn, I don’t remember his cock being this big. Or is it because I was just bigger before? Either way, I’m struggling to comprehend that he fit that inside me not that long ago.

I’m glad the lights are dim because I’m flushed as fuck as I count his abs. Is that an eight-pack? Surely not? When they fuck did he develop this body, and why isn’t he naked all day long? A lot of women prefer a man who is waxed and smooth, but I’m not one of them. The hair on his chest that leads to his happy trail and wraps around his thick cock is making me soak through my non-existent underwear. The only thing I can think about is how he’ll feel rubbing against my clit. The coarseness of his body against mine.

‘Want to take a picture?’ he smirks at my wandering eyes.

‘I’d rather you fuck the hell out of me and cum all over my face,’ I murmur. Old me would have never been so brazen, but now that most of our barriers have been broken down, I feel as comfortable as ever sharing my filthy, sordid thoughts. He hisses in response, practically pouncing on me.

‘You craving my cock, Hart?’ The use of my nickname on his lips makes my heart pound. His cock is directly in front of my mouth, which I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from. ‘Tilt your head back and open.’ He shuffles so he’s kneeling over my chest. ‘I’m not stopping until I blow all the way down the back of your throat, and if you’re a good little slut, I’ll finish off on your face.’ Jesus. Fucking. Christ. I’ve never spontaneously orgasmed before, but tonight might just be the night.

His cock is full mast and looks like one of those ring toss toys. I know without a doubt that my throat and body will be sore and used tomorrow. ‘Have you turned into a little cock-sucking slut who craves dick in her mouth?’ I nod, earning me a light slap to my cheek. That one action makes my pussy burn.

‘Only yours,’ I correct. I’m sure if there was a mirror somewhere, I’d see little dicks reflecting back in my eyes. That's how much I want his at the moment.

When Linc starts leisurely stroking himself, I’m captivated under his spell. There’s a drop of pre-cum on the tip, which I can’t help but dart my tongue to lick. He tastes salty and all man. With a predatory growl, he grips the back of my hair in his other hand and glides his cock into my open and willing mouth. Tentatively, I make little licks along his throbbing length, luxuriating in how it’s both hard and smooth at the same time. Feeding me inch by inch, I adjust my head for him to worm his way down my throat. Grunts fill my ears as I slurp around him. ‘Fuck. Amity. Yeah, just like that.’ Every muscle and tendon in his body threatens to snap when I wrap my lips around his base and suction him in. I bob my head, trying to get him to go deeper, feeling his balls slap my chin, but I’m unable to as his hand wraps around my neck, choking my airways. His grip isn’t threatening but the action is addictive, and I feel my body squirm in pleasure. I’m sure with how deep he is down my throat, that he can feel the lump of cock under his hand. Seconds go by and I feel faint, like I’m floating. When my eyes blur, he jerks back, making me cough and splutter. Automatically, my hand goes to his shaft, working it up and down. His hand fists my hair tighter as he guides my mouth to his balls. Running my wet tongue over them, I slide them back further, making one of his fantasies come to life. ‘Jesus, what the fuck?’ He startles, unbelieving that my tongue is about to penetrate his hole.

‘You said you wanted to try it?’ I don’t recognise my voice. It’s a mix between lust and croakiness from him pounding my throat. I haven’t done this before, but a needy part of me wants to try it with Linc. I snake my tongue to his behind and start slowly circling it while my hand doesn’t give up. The angle has his balls slapping my nose, but somehow, it makes the act all the hotter. Feeling him clench and jerk, I know he’s close.

‘Put your mouth back on me, baby.’ He barely gets the words out before shoving his cock back down my throat. My scalp is pained as he pulls my strands. With little oxygen, my gag reflex refuses, and my eyes sting as water drips from them. He’s fucking my face so hard, I feel all the pent up love, loss and lust seep out into his hardened actions. My breathing hitches the more he cuts off my airway. Pulling me away from his length momentarily, a string of saliva is evident. He slaps my face with his cock before impaling me again. ‘Such a good little cocksucker.’ He pants as he roars one last time. ‘It’s coming, Amity. Fuck. Baby, get ready. Shit. Here it comes.’ He holds my head to his cock and spurts down my throat. Hot liquid slides down, making me cough and splutter. Pulling back, the last ropes of his cum splash against my right eyelid and left cheek, some even dribbling on my open lips and waiting tongue. Tapping the last beads leaking out into my mouth, I moan as I suck around his tip, as if I’m drinking a milkshake.

God. I needed that.

Collapsing on top of me, he cups both my cheeks with his strong hands, licks around my mouth and kisses me deeply. ‘You’re fucking perfect.’ He looks in my eyes with the same sincerity, honesty and truth I’ve seen all my life.

Chapter 34

A Thousand Suns

Lincoln

She sucked my fucking soul from my body.

With a ravenous and raw need, I snap her bra off, discarding the scraps of mesh around us.

‘Linc!’ she gasps. ‘That was my only sample.’ Her whines turn into mewls as I take her left breast in my mouth, circling her taut nipple. Teasingly, I bite down, eliciting her to buck up. She’s always had large breasts, but now, on her smaller frame, they seem to be larger than life. They’re soft and mould perfectly in my hands. I can’t stop them from roaming and exploring all her contours and curves. It’s like her body is both a map and the treasure.

‘Please.’ Her cries are tight as her body squirms under me for more friction. ‘I need to feel you.’

Sliding down, I rest between her legs, my head on her stomach.

‘I need to eat your cunt. I’ve missed the taste of your pussy on my tongue. I’ve missed how much you cream for me.’ My words are viscerally tearing her insides as she shakes from my words. Yeah, she’s thirsty for my tongue, alright.

I smirk at her worming under me. My hands are still her hips as I roughly kiss my way down her tummy, leaving harsh burns along her skin. With the tip of my nose, I nuzzle between her legs, throwing them over my shoulder. Inhaling and groaning at her wetness, I can’t hold out any longer. I lick a stripe up her seam over her sheer panties, which in a second are about to join the other scraps of lace around her. Sensing my plan, Amity stops me.

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