Page 79 of Carry On (Love Doesn’t Cure All #4)

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We fell into bed, and I welcomed Lincoln’s weight on top of me. His teeth dragged over my lower lip, making me groan.

“God, that sound is fucking sexy,” he murmured. He nipped and licked his way down my neck, and my head tipped back to give him access.

He’s just using you, the voice commented all too loudly.

I couldn’t shut it up, and no amount of drinking throughout the night made it go away. I just needed a moment of quiet.

“No foreplay,” I said as Lincoln made his way down my chest.

“Eager tonight, aren’t we?” He chuckled, and I nodded. He had no idea.

He can’t understand, the voice chimed in.

I knew that. He’d never understand how desperate I was for the kind of blissful euphoria that only he could give me.

“On your stomach, Lucky,” Lincoln ordered. “I want that ass in the air for me.”

I rolled while he grabbed the lube from the nightstand. My heart pounded fast with anticipation as his fingers kneaded my ass, spreading me open. Lube drizzled down my crease, and he teased my hole with one finger. He pressed it into that tight ring of muscles, and I clenched.

“Relax for me, Lucky,” he said.

I didn’t know how to relax when I was so wound up from the incessant commentary in my head.

Still, I blew out a slow breath as I relished in the slight burn of how he stretched me.

One finger quickly became two and then three.

His fingers curled against my prostate, and I moaned, pushing back on his hand for more.

“That’s it, handsome,” Lincoln praised. “Show me how badly you want it.”

I did want it. My cock leaked against the sheets with how much I wanted to be fucked by him.

“Please, baby,” I gasped as his fingers swiped over my prostate with every pass. I needed more of him.

Do you know how pathetic you sound when you beg? the voice asked.

I did, but I was that pathetic.

I felt the absence of his hand as he withdrew his fingers and let out a loud groan of frustration. His fist tangled in my hair, and he yanked me up on my elbows.

“Tell me what you want, Lucky,” Lincoln said.

“Don’t go easy on me, Lincoln,” I whispered, desperate to shut the voice up.

It won’t help, the voice replied.

I needed it to.

“As you wish.” Lincoln thrust hard into me, filling me suddenly and making me grunt with the impact.

His hand slid from my hair and locked around my neck, cutting off my air flow.

My breath rasped in my throat as I welcomed his roughness.

He rutted into me hard and fast, every thrust snapping against my ass.

My eyes drifted shut as I tried to lose myself in the feeling. My body was a mess of conflicting sensations—pleasure and frustration blending together chaotically.

You don’t deserve it, the voice cut in.

Lincoln mistook my groan for frustration, and his hand found my dick, stroking in tandem with the brutal pace he set. The explosion of sensations damn near took me out in a cascade of heat down my spine.

He released my throat, and the rush of air had me gasping.

“Fuck,” I rasped as I lost control, and I came hard. He continued to stroke me, coating my cock in my cum. The continued attention had me shuddering under him.

He thrust into me one more time and held me there as he came with a slew of swears. My muscles clenched around his length, and the sound he made was feral as he pushed me down onto the sheets, trying to bury his cock as deeply inside me as he possibly could.

In the come down, his lips brushed over my shoulder in a tender gesture. I melted under him as the weight of him was comforting.

He can’t help you, the voice said, breaking through the haze that tried to settle in.

I squeezed my eyes shut tight. What the hell was I supposed to do when even being with Lincoln couldn’t bring me a moment of reprieve?