This was so wrong, so why did it feel so right? He couldn’t remember ever having this kind of chemistry between him and Janet, not even when they’d been young and in love. Or he’d thought they’d been in love.
This was animalistic. Uncontrollable. The need to be inside her was practically unbearable.
Maybe it was the fact it was so wrong. Lincoln had done his best to be a good man his entire life. A good man, a good husband, a good father. Look where that had gotten him. His wife was cheating on him. His daughter had married an adulterer who was twice her age, hurting her best friend in the process. And the man she’d married was older than him. No matter how he pretended to be okay with it, he wasn’t. Not really.
He was so fucking sick of pretending.
This… this was real. The attraction. The need between them.
Maybe she needed to stick it to Rebecca as much as he needed to stick it to her dad. Which made both of them fucked up, but it was a fucked-up situation, and he couldn’t deny that any longer. Not to himself.
She dropped to her knees in front of him, yanking open his pants and wrapped her fingers around his cock. It didn’t matter how much younger she was or how filthy it made him feel, he couldn’t deny how damn good she looked on her knees before him, opening her mouth for his cock. He couldn’t remember the last time Janet had given him head. It had been months since they’d had sex, much less oral.
“Fuck.”
The feel of her hot, wet mouth covering the tip of his cock and sliding down was fucking heaven. Reaching down, he grabbed hold of her hair as she began to bob her head up and down on his dick, her fingers still wrapped around the base. His other hand went to her breast, sliding into her dress to seek out the hard bud of her nipple and pinch it, rolling it between his fingers. She moaned around his cock, and he thrust in harder, pushing deeper into her throat.
Rather than pulling away, his movement seemed to encourage her, despite the way she gagged. She moved her head even more eagerly, taking him deeper and moving her hand at his base out of the way. Both of her hands wrapped around the backs of his thighs, nails digging into his flesh every time he choked her on his cock, yet she didn’t show any sign of wanting to stop.
Looking down at her, her hair fisted in his grip, his hand down the front of her dress, while his pants were around his ankles, somehow the very tawdriness of how they appeared was arousing as hell. Lipstick smears decorated the shiny length of his cock as it moved between her lips and a single tear slid down her cheek when she gagged as he thrust in deep again.
Yet she was sucking him like a woman possessed, like she couldn’t get enough of him… but this wasn’t enough for him. It wasn’t what he really wanted.
Lincoln tightened his grip on her hair, pulling his cock away and using her hair to pull her back up to her feet. Her lips were swollen, parted as she stared at him, waiting for what he would do next.