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I move into the room, unsure what I’m looking for. Maybe something on the desk or the computer will give me some clue as to where they are. I begin to flick through the mountainous stack of papers that sit on the desk, not really paying attention to what's written on them as the hair’s rise on the back of my neck, sending a shiver down the entire length of my spine.

“Find what you’re looking for, Love?” Linc’s voice calls through the darkness, making me jump, the papers slipping through my fingers and littering the floor.

“I have now that you’re here,” I answer, though I can’t clearly see his face.

“I’ve been here the whole time, Lucille. Giving you and Teddy the space I thought you needed together. But I’ve been watching.” His voice is closer this time as I watch the shadow of his body stalk slowly towards me, narrowing my eyes as the moonlight bathes his half naked body in an almost glowing, bluish hue. It’s breathtaking and I’m completely unprepared for it as an audible gasp escapes my lips before I can silence it.

Chapter 20

Lincoln

That fucking sound has my cock throbbing already. I’ve been watching the monitors around the house all day and the moment I noticed my little love make her way to Silas’ office, I knew I couldn’t ignore her any longer. I have tested my patience, pushed myself beyond boundaries I would never normally tolerate and almost broke my goddamn teeth with the force of restraint I've bared.

Forcing myself to concentrate on something other than tearing her clothes off whenever she’s around me, but right now I’m not myself, not after hearing the conversation between Lucille and her brother earlier this afternoon. I almost bulldozed my way straight into that room just to fuck the words about this being her fight right out of her mouth. Not wanting to show my anger in front of Teddy was the only thing that kept me from showing her what I really thought about her ever leaving us. But that small little sexy whimper that just slipped its way past her perfectly rounded lips, has cracked every last bit of the self restraint I had left.

I creep meaningfully slow around Silas’ desk, taking my time until I come to a stop behind her, taking in the curvature of her body against the light from the moon. Ugh. So fucking perfect. I reach a hand up, slowly running my finger from the base of her spine to the back of her neck, tickling the skin beneath her shirt.

“Is that why you came into the kitchen this morning?” I hear her ask in a hushed tone as my fingers work their way along her shoulder and down the length of her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I know the effect I’m having on her body already and I’ve barely touched her yet.

I step closer to her, pressing her hips into the desk as I lower my mouth to her ear, teasing her lobe between my teeth. “Mhmm,” I mumble, as I begin kissing and sucking at her neck.

I hear the audible gulp as she swallows her trepidation but I also feel the way her hips automatically push back as she grinds her ass into my crotch. “You mean, you’ve heard everything?” she gasps as I lean against her more, pressing my throbbing cock into her backside. I nod slowly, my lips turning up into a smirk at the way her voice and her body betrays her. She’s not so brave now. I move my head to the opposite side of her neck, paying close attention to the sweet spot below her ear, earning a sensual moan as my reward.

“So what was your plan, little love? Were you planning on running away from us?” I ask, my tone low and meaningful. Her body jerks underneath my hands that have begun to travel around her waist, my fingertips teasing at the waistband of her pants.

Lucille’s head lolls back against my shoulder as she breathes out her response, gripping her hand onto my own, “I would never.”

“Good girl.” I whisper, slipping my hand the rest of the way into her panties and instantly releasing my own feral groan as the wetness from her pussy coats my fingers.

“Fuck, Lucille. Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed this pussy?” I hiss, not really caring for an answer as I slide two fingers inside her, easily done with her slick juices already coating my hand. “You have no idea how fucking difficult it’s been to hold myself back from you.”

Lucille’s body shudders as I curl my fingers deeper inside while caressing that sensitive bud with my thumb.

“Then don’t,” she whimpers, grinding herself back and forth on my hand, chasing the friction she so desperately needs. I bring my free hand to her throat and hold her still, squeezing tightly before she’s grabbing at my wrist and gasping for air. Desperate and needy.

“Don’t ever think of leaving us, Lucille. It’s not an option for you anymore.” I whisper, loosening my hold around her throat as I curl my fingers deeper inside of her cunt. I can feel her tightening around me, her juices already spilling out as she draws closer to her release.

My cock is so hard at the thought it physically hurts still being in my pants but this won’t be quick. I want her limp by the time I'm finished with her, unable to stand, unable to string a sentence together. “You’re ours now to do with as we please.” I grip her throat again and bite down hard into her earlobe, eliciting a strangled cry as I fuck her hard with my hand. “To keep.” I release her throat. “To protect.” I squeeze her neck again as she gasps, still grinding her hips in tandem with my movements with the most beautiful mewls coming from her mouth. “To fuck.”

This time I travel my hand to her face, already sheen with sweat as I grip her chin between my fingers and thumb, turning her to look at me through the shadowy darkness of the room. Those fucking eyes, Christ, I almost come undone. “To love.” I crash my lips to hers, shoving my tongue into her mouth to swallow down her pleasurable cries as she shatters over my fingers. Her thighs squeeze tightly together around my hand as involuntary shudders wrack her body and she continues to ride me, digging her nails into my arms to steady herself, while she glories in the entirety of her orgasm. But now that I’ve had my starter, I'm not even close to being finished. I pull my lips away from her own and smirk at her sudden intake of breath. The image of her eyes widening as I lean forwards and whisper, “To punish,” is one I’ll mentally be storing for later use.

“P… Punish?” she chokes as I slip my hand from her pants. Lucille spins to face me, trailing the movement of my hand as I slowly suck my fingers clean of her juices, smirking at her, tasting her cum on my tongue, savoring it as I swallow it down. So fucking delicious.

“Punish baby. Now get on the desk.” I order, stepping into her again until her ass hits the desk behind.

Lucille hesitates for a second, pulling her already swollen lip between her teeth as her emerald eyes catch the moonlight, igniting a fire so deep in the darkest depth of my soul that it takes my breath away and I practically growl as I become all too impatient and do the job for her, lifting her ass onto the desk and pushing her down flat to her back.

“Linc,” I hear her whisper but I’m already too distracted to engage.

“Lift your hips, Love.'' I instruct, pulling her pants and little lace panties off in one full swipe as she obeys my order, eagerly baring her perfectly sweet pussy, which still glistens with the evidence of her release as the moon dances through the window behind me. “Exquisit.” I groan, as she widens her legs for me, enticing me in. Like I even needed asking. I drop to my knees, hooking my hands under Lucille’s knees and pulling her closer to the edge of the desk, placing both of her feet onto my shoulders.

Lucille shifts her bottom half impatiently as I trace my fingers across the insides of her thighs, so torturously slowly, enjoying every sexually frustrated sound that leaves her mouth. “Lincoln,” she mewls, “I need more,” rolling her hips trying to gain more friction.

“Such a needy little thing.” I smirk at the desperate beg in her voice, glancing up to her pleading eyes before slowly inserting one finger, then another and another into her tight hole, stretching her against her protests until I curl my fingers to find that sweet spot deep inside as she throws her head back releasing an agonizingly sultry cry, letting her legs fall wider apart. “That’s it baby, sing for me,” I smirk, before pressing my lips to her clit, sucking frantically on the sensitive bud. Like a man starved, the first taste unlocks something feral within me and I need her cum down my throat instantaneously. I lash my tongue over her sweet pussy, applying just the right amount of pressure to her now engorged clit before easing off to only apply when she whined at the denial of my mouth, cupping my fingers deep in her cunt, fucking her hard and fast with my hand in tandem. I can feel her tightening already, already on the edge from her first orgasm. I suck harder, savoring the delicious taste of her, grazing my teeth over her clit in the process.

Lucille’s fingers lace into my hair, pulling it hard at the root and I zone in on the deliciously painful sting it leaves across my scalp. “Oh god, I’m going to come,” she cries, her pussy clamping around my fingers as an explosion of her addictively sweet, warm juices coat my tongue. She tastes so fucking delicious, I don’t think i’ll ever get enough of it. I lap her up and drink her down, suckling feverishly at her clit as her body writhes with pleasure, ensuring I get every last drop of her orgasm. “Linc,” she gasps, pulling my mouth from her pussy as she tightens her grip on my hair. “I need you inside of me.” I snap my head up, her release coating my mouth and dripping from my chin as I slowly stand to tower over her body and regain my breath.

“You don’t have to tell me twice baby.” I smirk, cocking an eyebrow at her. Lucille sits up immediately, grappling with my pants to push them down. It’s cute. Sexy as fuck, but still cute. With quick success she frees my throbbing erection from the painfully constricting fabric and instantly grips her hand around the base, releasing a bead of precum from the tip of which she leans down and swipes away with her tongue.

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