“Oh,” I say, wrapping my hand tightly around his cock and slowly stroking him. “This cock brings me so much pleasure.”

His legs go straight, his body stiffening as I increase my pace. “And you bring it more pleasure.”

Being with Lincoln is sex I’ve never experienced.

His touch is a different breed of intimacy.

When I glance up at him, his eyes are glued to my hand, to our connection, and I want to provide a better view. His knees buckle when I slip my fingers down his cock to make room for my mouth.

I stare up at him, watching his face and the changes it makes.

The way it forms an O when I suck on the head.

The way his mouth drops open as a gasp escapes it when I swirl my tongue around his balls.

The way he rasps, “Jesus Christ, Cass,” from his throat.

“I’m close,” he hisses. “Turn around, get on your hands and knees, and stick your ass in the air.”

Anticipation showers through me as I do what he said. He climbs onto the bed behind me and places his palm to the base of my back, pushing me down to my stomach, and lifts up my legs. I gasp when he tears my pajama shorts and panties down my legs, and he tosses them over his shoulder as I peer back at him.

Bending over me, he grips my hips, tight and firm, and hauls me back up to my knees. Holding me in place as he stretches across the bed, he opens a drawer in the nightstand and plucks out a condom. I bite back the urge to ask why he has condoms in his drawer because he didn’t ask me about the condoms I had in my nightstand.

Did he wonder the same thing when he got one from my nightstand?

Shoving his pants down his waist, not even bothering to take them off, he slips two fingers inside me.

“You’re already soaked for me, baby,” he practically growls.

“Always,” I whisper, nearly panting for him.

Without warning, he thrusts inside me.

I hiss before releasing a long moan, taking in his large size, and hope Georgia and Archer are no longer in the living room. He lifts my shirt with one hand, holding it away from my waist, while lowering the other around my body to play with my clit.

He pounds into me.

I fuck him right back.

It’s been too long since he’s been inside me, and for once, I couldn’t give two fucks about foreplay. The only playing I want is him inside me for as long as he can last.