Billion Dollar Revenge (The Lincoln Brothers #2)

24. Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Evan

We’re tearing each other's clothes off as we enter my bedroom. It’s a frenzy I've never experienced before. She seems to be feeling the same way as she tries to rip at my shirt.

Why are we so impatient tonight? It's as if that first time wasn't enough. But I don’t overthink it; I just give myself over to this moment.

My pants are unbuttoned and she's fiddling with my zipper before she pushes it down.

Her eyes travel hungrily over my body. My gaze doesn't leave her face, and I enjoy the way she soaks me in.

Restraint snapping, I rip off her dress, revealing a sexy purple lace bra and a matching thong.

My semi is now a full hard-on from the sight of her, knowing she wore this for me tonight.

She licks her lips, and my heart pounds harder when she grabs at my briefs and pushes them down.

My hands are on her breasts through her lace, the fabric soft and delicate just like her. A sexy sigh leaves her mouth as I squeeze and rub.

I'm quick to remove the bra. Even though it's so pretty. I just need her already. I’m desperate to get my fill of her.

I bend to bring my mouth to one of her puckered nipples. Sucking on one, then move to the other, giving it as much attention as the first. Her body vibrates underneath my touch as her fingers grip my hair in a vise.

When I move my fingers to the sides of her thong, shaky breaths leave her lips as if she is about to come.

Sliding her thong down her long legs, I see evidence of her readiness.

I grunt. “You’re wet.”

“Evan,” she whimpers.

“You're incredible,” I say, running my eyes slowly over her body, soaking in every inch of her.

Both of us stand naked. Our clothes scattered along the floor. We don’t speak. Our heavy breaths fill the air. I’m so feral for her, ready to have her. But as much as I want to take her here on my bedroom floor, I want to fuck her in my bed. She deserves to be cherished like the beautiful woman she is.

I lift her up and lay her on my bed. And fuck, she looks incredible stretched out on my mattress.

She parts her thighs, and I know I'm going to come quickly so I sit between them. Her pretty pussy makes a rumble leave my chest. “Fucking hell, baby. You’re killing me.”

Skimming my hands up her inner thighs, I enjoy her smooth skin until I reach her core. I flick my gaze from her hooded eyes and parted lips, down to her pussy that’s glistening for me, begging to be touched. Moving one hand from her inner thigh, I touch her clit, while my other hand keeps her legs parted so I can look at her when she takes my fingers.

“You’re so swollen and so fucking perfect for me.”

She bucks her hips, trying to get me to finger her. “Evan. More.”

I smirk, but I keep rubbing her clit in hard circles. Wanting to slow down a little to have her come once before I fuck her. “Soon. I promise. You’re doing so good, baby.”

After another couple of slow hard rubs, I drag my finger through her wetness and slide two fingers straight inside her. Her walls clamp down at the intrusion, and I watch her eyes roll back into her head. Pulling out slowly, I then re-enter her.

“You feel amazing,” I hiss, increasing the pace.

Her body rocks, meeting my rhythm, as she keeps her eyes closed.

Every time I’m all the way inside, she tightens. It’s fucking incredible. Her body is so responsive to my touch. Feeling needy to be inside her now, I curl my fingers down her front wall and rub my thumb over her clit.

Her eyes snap open, locking onto mine. “Do that again,” she begs.

My cock pulses, loving her begging, and the plea in her honey-colored eyes.

I do it again but slower. “Is that what you want?” I ask huskily.

“Yes,” she pants, urging me on.

She arches her back, but I keep fingering her. To help her come, I bring my mouth down on her clit and twirl my tongue hard on it, which has her gasping for air. “Evan.” My name leaves her lips in a high-pitched cry.

She’s so fucking close. I hum against her, unable to talk with my mouth buried in her pussy. I can’t get enough. I’m relentless.

I can feel her tension on my fingers, and her thighs tighten around my head, suffocating me, but I love it, and I don't bother trying to keep them open.

I want her to smother me with her pussy. I keep going and she's rocking her hips, chasing her release.

“Come, baby.” I slide one more finger into her pussy.

She moans loudly. Her pussy tightens around my three fingers, and she calls out my name in one long pant. It's seductive and almost poetic. “Evan-n-n.”

She’s quivering underneath me, coming as hard as she possibly can. But I don’t stop, I keep going. My cock throbs at the sight of her coming undone.

When her body finally goes limp, I slowly sit back and lift my head to gaze up at her. Fuck. Her face is exquisite.

“I liked that,” she rasps out in a weak voice. Her bright eyes gleam. I love this post-orgasm look.

“I’ve only just started,” I warn with a wicked grin.

I lie on the bed beside her, where she’s melted into the mattress, all cute and lust-drunk.

“Was it that good?” I ask, my eyes roaming her face.

She rolls her eyes and shoves at my chest. “Don’t fish for compliments.”

I chuckle. “I’m serious.”

Her head rocks side to side on the mattress. “You know it was good. You just want me to boost your ego.”

I tickle her side as she writhes and giggles beneath me. “No, I’m reminding you I can make you come multiple times.”

Instead of rushing up to kiss and fuck her, I take in every inch of her skin, admiring her toned body. Starting with her inner thighs and then moving up to kiss a path along her middle until I reach the base of her neck. She tips her head back, welcoming my lips on her delicate skin.

Lifting my head up, I hover my face over hers. When I gaze down, I find heated brown pools staring back at me. It matches my own burning need. I'm so hard I could blow any second.

She’s looking at me like I am her everything, and it's scary. Scary that I could trust this girl. But I don’t let the cloud of doubts ruin this moment. I grab a condom from a new box I picked up at the store today and roll it on.

I shift, so my back is leaning against the headboard, my legs long out in front as my erection stands tall. Her eyes stare at it as her tongue pokes out and skims her lips, the sight making me growl. “Come here and ride my cock, baby.”

Her eyes lift and widen at my command, but she doesn’t hesitate, instead she moves closer to me, shuffling until she’s straddling me. My palms immediately skim her thighs until they settle at her hips. “You do it.”

She rolls her hips, and I grunt.

Digging my fingers in her hips, to still her, I whisper. “Grab my cock and put it inside you. I want to watch you fuck me.”

She grabs onto my shoulder and lifts her hips, and with her other hand, she grabs my dick and lines me up. My cock hits the outside of her entrance, and I jerk. Fuck.

I take a deep breath as she lowers and I slide deep inside her tight, wet pussy, watching her mouth part. Our eyes lock as I watch her taking all of me. She’s so tight and fucking perfect.

Both of her hands find my shoulders.

“You ready?” I grit out, as her pussy stretches around me.

She hums. “Yes.”

“Keep your eyes on me. I want to see you fall apart.”

She answers me by rocking her hips, and my chest swells.

Fucking hell. She feels like home.

I can’t help but use my hands and help lift her and watch her slam back down, her pretty tits bouncing each time.

“You take me so well,” I say, as her walls adjust to me. Every time she clamps down, strangling my cock, I have to fight myself not to fucking blow like a damn teenager who’s never had sex.

“Fuck, Evan.” Her back arches on a moan. The strangled sound unhinges me. In a new frenzy, I rock my hips, meeting her rocking, and quicken the pace, desperate to watch her come undone.

I want to give her the best sex of her life, to thank her for giving me everything that I didn't know I needed.

She fits so perfectly with me. She’s consuming me and she doesn’t even know it.

Her body shifts with every thrust.

On the next drop, she tips her head back. Her pulse pounds in her throat. My lips curl into a smile as my hand comes up to touch it, fascinated by it. It goes higher and her own lips lift into a seductive smile. “Yes,” she moans, as she tightens her walls around me.

I drop my hand beside her again, needing to steady myself for a second.

“Keep your eyes on me, Shell,” I rasp, as the sounds of our skin slapping against each other fill the air.

“Oh my God,” she chants on an airy groan.

Bliss is written across her face. It sets me off and she fucks me harder.

Fuck, I need her to orgasm now.

“You’re so fucking perfect for me,” I ramble, as if my brain is talking on its own.

My fingers grab her hips to help her. Her pussy clamps me, and I know as she screams the words, “I'm coming.”

Her hands move from my shoulders to my neck to still her. As she moans out her orgasm, her fingers dig into my skin.

“Yes,” I growl back, but I continue rocking my hips up into her. I want to come at the same time as her, so I pump a little harder. My balls tighten, and I choke out, “Fuck! I’m coming.”

When she finishes, I still, and my cock jerks, emptying inside her. Spots come in front of my eyes. Fucking hell. I haven’t come like that in a very long time.

She collapses on my chest, her body quivering on top of me. “Are you okay?” I ask breathlessly after I come down from my high.

“Yes, that was perfect,” she breathes out so quietly I almost miss it.

I stroke her back as she sucks in a deep lungful of air. “So fucking perfect,” I say.

She sits back, her eyes are blazing so much brighter. “Just like you,” she says in her breathy voice.

“Come here.” I curve one finger toward her.

She giggles, as if I’m crazy for thinking she’d want to go anywhere else but here, lying with me. The sound is so light and sexy. It’s the sound of letting go and just enjoying the moment.

We kiss, but I want to hold her in bed, so I roll her onto her back, pull myself out, and discard the rubber. Returning to the bed, I push back the blankets and help her under. I hold her around the middle as I curl up behind her. Keeping her safe and close in my arms, as if that’s the only place for her.

I lay a kiss on her temple to whisper in her ear, “Do you have to let Summer know where you are?”

She lifts her chin to meet my eyes as her cheek pulls at one side. “No, she knows I’m with you.”

I poke her flushed nose and wink at her. “She knows I'm good for you.”

She giggles and smacks my chest. “You’re cocky sometimes, aren't you?”

“I'm definitely confident,” I answer at the same time she yawns.

I kiss her forehead, then her lips. “Go to sleep, baby.”

She blinks her eyes rapidly, fighting her tiredness. “What will you do? Watch me again?”

I kiss her lips again, because I’m a sucker and I can’t get enough of her, then I move my lips to her ear to whisper, “I'll sleep here with you.”

She doesn't bother protesting as her eyelids flutter closed. I enjoy the heat of her body and her scent, but sleep evades me. My mind drifts back to our earlier conversation about engagements and marriage—the way her face paled and her chin dropped at my response has me tied up in knots. Could this be the beginning of the end for us?