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Lincoln Scott is a sight to be seen as he stands over me at the end of his gigantic bed.

I inch my way backward against his silk sheets and savor the feel of it against my bare skin.

I’m naked from the waist up while Lincoln stands fully dressed, besides his cock that is hanging out above his boxer briefs.

He starts rubbing his jaw as he eyes me up and down.

“Take your leggings and panties off,” he commands.

I lift my hips up off his bed and do as he says.

“Bossy much?” I ask as I discard my clothes somewhere across the room.

In any other circumstances I may balk at his bossiness, but tonight it sends a thrill through my body.

Between his dark eyes and commanding tone, I’m ready to combust.

“You have no fucking idea, Montgomery,” Lincoln bites back.

He quickly works to unbutton his shirt and tosses it aside.

Next, he lifts his white undershirt over his head and my jaw hits the damn floor.

Standing before me isn’t a hockey coach.

No, Lincoln Scott is a damn work of art.

I knew he was built, but this man is next level.

His chest and pecs are so well defined, I find myself licking my lips, ready to assault his nipples like he did mine.

My eyes slowly track down his body to where a six pack of abs stare back at me.

How is he even real?

But the best part?

That damn low cut V that leads straight down to his giant dick that’s staring back at me.

I’ve never been one to think a man’s dick is attractive, because let’s face it, they’re not, but damn.

Why do I want to taste him again?

Lincoln chuckles, and it snaps me out of my lust-filled thoughts.

He’s staring at me and he clearly knows I’m ogling his body.

He slowly works his pants and boxer briefs down his legs until he is standing bare to me.

“Bend your legs and spread your knees wide. I want to see every part of you.”

I comply and spread my knees as far as they go.

He gives himself a slow stroke before he crawls to me on the bed.

This man…

Crawls.

To.

Me.

Lincoln’s body hovers over mine and my hands instinctively move to his hair.

It’s just long enough that I can give him a quick tug like he did to me on the couch.

He hisses through his teeth, and I like the heat that flashes in his eyes.

Hmm, someone must like a little pain with their pleasure too.

“Careful, Ellie. Don’t make me tie those hands together so you can’t use them.”

Apparently I’ve discovered another kink because the thought of being tied up at his mercy has wetness dripping out of me.

I crash my mouth to his and my body immediately begs for more.

My back arches, searching for any type of friction, but Lincoln pulls away.

Before I can protest, he slowly begins his descent down body.

He starts just under my ear at the sensitive part of my neck and licks his way down to my collarbone.

He’s moving so slowly I want to beg him to move faster, but it feels so good.

I decide to savor the pleasure and keep my mouth shut.

My hands tangle in his hair as his tongue finds my nipple.

He flicks, licks, and bites while his fingers work my other nipple.

Never in my life have I orgasmed from nipple play, but I swear to god I am about to shatter again.

Just as I’m about to reach my second orgasm, Lincoln abandons both nipples and starts kissing his way down my stomach.

Frustration and euphoria build as he edges me yet again.

He gives a quick kiss to my clit, and just when I think he’s about to dive in, he moves his mouth to my inner thigh.

I am desperate, needy, and ready to fucking scream.

“Lincoln!” It comes out a mix between a whine and a moan.

He smiles against my calf as he continues to kiss his way down my body.

He pauses to look up at me before smirking.

“I told you I was going to explore this body inch by inch. Now let me enjoy it, Ellie, or I’m going to make you wait even longer.”

Frustrated, but turned on more than I’ve ever been in my entire life, I throw my head back on the pillows.

I feel him start working his way back up my leg and push up onto my elbows so I can watch.

The closer he gets to my pussy, the wetter I become.

After what feels like an hour, he spreads me apart with his fingers and gives me one long lick of his tongue.

My legs start shaking and I am aching for him to be inside me.

I keep my mouth shut because I know he’ll just make me wait longer, but my god, will this man finally give me what I want?

Lincoln’s eyes meet mine as his mouth hovers over me and that’s when he finally puts two fingers inside me.

It’s everything, yet still not enough.

He slowly brings them in and out in the most torturous way.

The next time he pushes them in, he curls them and hits a magical spot that has me moaning and writhing, totally and completely out of control.

I feel my orgasm building with each curl of his fingers.

When I’m near explosion, this man pulls his fingers out again.

I fucking hate him.

I’m about to say as much when Lincoln climbs to his knees and takes himself in his hand.

He rubs the head of his dick along my center and coats himself with me.

“You are fucking soaked for me, Ellie.”

I nod.

I’m too focused on his size to speak.

He drops his body and leans over to his nightstand.

He grabs a condom and sits back on his heels to put it on.

I lie there, both paralyzed with lust and so keyed up, I’m afraid I’ll burst if I move.

I watch as he slides the condom on, ready and anticipating the type of pleasure I’ve only ever dreamed of.

He pulls my hips closer and raises one of my legs so it’s resting against his shoulder.

“You sure you want this?” he asks, stopping just at my entrance.

“Fuck me, Lincoln.”

And then he’s driving himself home.

He slowly pulls himself back out so just his tip stays inside of me and then thrusts himself back in all the way.

He stays there for a moment, unmoving.

“Look at me, Ellie.”

I must’ve been lost in the fullness of him because I don’t even remember closing my eyes.

I open my eyes and meet his gaze.

He nods down at where we’re connected.

“Look how good I fill you up, baby. You take me so well. It’s like you were made for me.” I look down at where we meet, and watch as he slowly takes himself out and pushes back in.

Once.

Twice.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

He’s right, though.

He fills me so completely in a way that no one ever has before.

It hurts so fucking good.

I can’t believe this is actually happening.

This man who I hated my entire childhood, and who made my life a living hell for so long, is now blowing my damn mind.

Who would’ve thought?

His right hand grips my hip and his left hand finds its way back to my nipple as he continues to thrust into me.

My orgasm is right there.

I’m about to climax when Lincoln pulls himself out of me .

I’m going to kill him.

I lift myself up on my hands to protest and he grabs my hips to flip me over.

He tugs my hips up so I’m on all fours.

The next thing I know, his hand is wrapped around my hair and he’s pulling my head up and back toward him.

I feel the head of his cock at my entrance, but he hasn’t pushed in yet.

Desperate, I push back into him, trying to do it myself.

He pushes my hips away and I feel his body lean into mine.

“Someone is impatient,” he whispers in my ear before kissing my neck.

His lips and tongue work their way down my spine as he kisses my tattoo.

“Impatient? You’ve almost edged me to death three times now. Fuck me hard, Lincoln. I can take it. I want it.”

Lincoln inches back up toward my ear with his mouth.

“As you wish, Coach.” And then he’s slamming into me from behind.

With both hands on my hips, he fucks me hard and without resolve.

I rock back into him with each thrust and it only takes about three more before I’m shattering below him.

I do my best to hold myself up, but my arms nearly give out.

I catch myself but Lincoln curls his arm around my waist to hold me up anyway.

He continues to rock me from behind as he works toward his own release.

Each thrust is a shock to my system as my orgasm lingers.

My pussy is extra sensitive and the pleasure is almost too much to handle.

It’s not long before his body stills and he’s fully seated inside of me.

I can feel him swell and then his body shakes with his release.

We’re both panting and sweating when he finally pulls out of me.

I mourn the loss of him immediately as my body collapses onto the bed.

I don’t move an inch.

I can’t move an inch.

Lincoln makes his way into the bathroom that’s connected to his bedroom and I do my best to catch my breath.

The bed slightly moves as he climbs back into it.

He gently pushes my legs apart and wipes the inside of my legs with a warm washcloth he must’ve gotten from the bathroom.

“Can you roll over for me, baby?” he asks, still crouching next to me on the bed.

By some miracle, I find the strength to roll over toward him.

He wipes the front of me before leaning down to give me a quick kiss on the lips.

“I’ll be right back.”

Fighting exhaustion, I somehow manage to sit up against his headboard.

The cool wood has me sucking in a breath.

But it’s nothing compared to the breath I take when Lincoln makes his way back into his bedroom.

His body is illuminated by the light that shines from the bathroom, and he’s standing there in all of his glory—completely naked and magnificent.

He slowly walks to the side of the bed and hands me a glass of water.

“Here, take these,” he says as he drops two pills into my outstretched palm.

“You might be a little sore after that. But holy fuck, Ellie. That was unbelievable.” He makes his way around his bed and climbs in so he’s sitting next to me against his headboard.

I pop the pills in my mouth and gulp them down with a drink of water.

I take one more sip of water before setting the glass down on his nightstand and turn toward him.

It takes me a minute to realize the gravity of this situation.

Me and Lincoln, sitting completely naked in his bed, after the most mind-blowing sex of my life.

This should probably totally freak me out and I should probably be spiraling, chalking this up to a moment of weakness.

Instead, I find myself completely satisfied and content for the first time in far too long.

Leaning my head back against his headboard, I can’t help but smile at this man next to me.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asks while pushing my hair out of my face.

It’s a complete mess after he basically used the strands of my hair like the reins of a horse as he rode me from behind.

“I can’t believe that just happened. But more surprisingly, I can’t believe I want to do it again already.”

Laughing, Lincoln reaches over and puts his arm around my neck and pulls me into his chest.

“I never thought we’d ever be here either, Blondie.”