Page 240 of Playing the Pucking Game
God, I want this man unleashed so fucking badly.
Last time…last time he was so tender and gentle.
I needed it. Not only had my life just imploded, but it was my first time.
Now, though...now, he has no reason to hold back.
I want him both at his best and his worst, and everything in between.
Fuck. He isn’t the only one with an unhealthy obsession.
My body burns red hot when his hands slip under the fabric of his T-shirt that’s pooled around my thighs. He slides them up so slowly, taunting me, teasing me with everything I could have.
My head falls back, a wanton cry falling from my lips, as he takes my breasts in his calloused palms.
“Lincoln,” I moan as he pinches my nipples, his lips kissing a trail down my throat.
“Fuck, I could listen to you moaning my name forever and it would never be enough,” he groans, his deep voice vibrating through my body, adding to the sensations that are threatening to overwhelm me.
Dropping one hand, he presses it against the small of my back, scooting me closer to the edge. Closer to— “Fuck,” I gasp as his fabric-covered erection presses against my greedy clit. “Oh god. Fuck. Linc.”
“Can you feel how hard I am?” he rasps. “It’s always the same when you’re close. You fucking own me, Parker, and you have no idea.”
He keeps rolling his hips, grinding himself against me. His lips find mine again, and his kiss, along with everything else he’s doing, ignites something inside me.
Oh god, could he make me come like this?
Surely not. It’s never that easy.
I claw at his back as my release builds.
“Don’t stop,” I mumble into his kiss.
“Couldn’t even if I wanted to,” he mutters.
Our kiss turns desperate, our touches and movements frantic as we chase a high I’m not sure would be possible with anyone else.
We’re both half-dressed in his kitchen, for fuck’s sake.
This shouldn’t be?—
“You’re going to come all over me, aren’t you, pretty girl?”
“Linc, please.”
“I’m right here, babe. And I’m not going anywhere. Use me. Take what you need.”
“That’s it. Right there. Right—” My words die as my orgasm crashes over me.
I throw my head back, my eyes slamming closed as pleasure takes over, my body convulsing on the kitchen counter.
“So fucking sexy,” Linc groans, his voice deeper than I’m sure I’ve ever heard. “Fuck. I can’t. Fuuuuck.”
My eyes fly open as my release begins to subside, and I get to watch as his face pulls tight with pleasure.
“Holy shit. Are you…”
My words trail off as his eyes blaze with heat, his grip on my hips tightening, pinning us together and allowing me to feel his cock pulsate.
