Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Another swipe. Another Lick. One more suck. And my body detonates. The orgasm is so strong, my hips lift off the bed, and my legs tremble. Lincoln keeps me grounded, and when I’ve finally caught my breath and sit up, I feel like I’ve won yet another battle against my past.
When I scoot back, needing to clean up, a huge wet circle on the sheet catches my attention. Oh, God. Did I...?
“It’s not urine,” Lincoln says, as if he can hear my thoughts. “That’s from you coming twice.” He smirks, clearly happy with himself for making me do that, and I refuse to be embarrassed.
“I need to shower,” I tell him, sliding off the bed while avoiding the spot—I’ll deal with that after I’m clean.
When Lincoln makes no move to join me, I take his hand in mine and try to pull him off the bed, but he shakes his head, not budging. “I already showered before I came to find you in the living room.”
“Fine, then.” I grab his crotch that’s sporting a hard-on. “I’ll just have to dirty you up, so you’ll be more inclined to get clean with me.”
His hazel eyes widen, taken off guard since I’ve yet to give him head. The truth is, I’ve never given anyone head. Never wanted to.
“Ellie,” Lincoln says softly, pulling me toward him. Because he’s sitting and I’m standing, I have to glance down at him. “You don’t have to do that. If you want me to shower with you, I’d be more than happy to do so.”
“I’ve never done it before,” I admit. “But I want to, so you’ll have to help me since I’m sure you know exactly how you like it.”
He searches my eyes for the truth in them, and when he sees that despite me being nervous, I truly mean it, he releases a sigh and nods. “Okay, but if at any point—”
“I’ll stop and tell you,” I finish.
Lincoln leans back and spreads his legs slightly. “I’m all yours,” he says with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “Just don’t bite and we’ll be good.”
When I flinch, his eyes cut into thin slits. “Talk to me.”
“When I was raped, I never stopped kicking and screaming. I refused to accept what they were doing to me. One guy practically shoved it down my throat and began fucking my mouth, but I refused to accept what he was doing to me, so I bit down and drew blood. He slapped me so hard that I was flung across the room, but at least nobody else tried after that.”
Lincoln’s jaw tightens, and despite him saying he wants to hear everything that happened to me, I worry that I shouldn’t have said anything.
“Good,” he says, his tone dark. “If those assholes were still alive, I’d torture them until they begged for death.”
“Knowing they were dead is how I got through many nights.” I step toward him and reach out, pressing my palm to his heart. His body is like a work of art—chiseled and toned and perfectly tan. “I don’t want to think about them. I want to forget. I want to move forward and live my best life with you”—I press my other hand to the curve of my belly since I’m still naked—”and our baby. I spent years fighting for my broken pieces to heal, and thanks to you, they’re finally doing just that.”
I glide my hand down the hard ridges of his abs and stop where his happy trail meets the waistband of his pants. “I want to taste you, just like you tasted me.” I pull his pants down, and he lifts slightly, helping me push them down his muscular thighs. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.” I kneel between his legs. “I want to replace another horrible memory with a good one.”
I wrap my fingers around his shaft, getting a feel for the velvety smooth skin, and then I lean over slightly and give the head a hesitant, open-mouthed kiss.
When a low growl vibrates through Lincoln, hitting my lips, I do it again, this time, sliding my tongue across the tip so I can taste him, the salty liquid hitting my taste buds.
“Jesus, Kitten,” Lincoln groans, “you trying to kill me slowly?”
His words spur me on. Parting my lips, I glide my mouth down his entire length, stopping just before the head hits the back of my throat and then come back up, stopping at his crown. When my eyes meet his and see that they’re filled with molten desire, my confidence rises, and I take him into my mouth again, this time suctioning my lips around his shaft.
“Fuck yes,” he moans as I bob my head, creating friction with my saliva. When I glance back up, wanting to see the pleasure on his features, Lincoln locks eyes with mine. “You’re doing so good...Fucking perfect.”