Lincoln’s POV
‘You’re going to have to work for your name to fall from these lips’
F.uck my life, can this woman be anymore perfect? I stare down at her gorgeous face, taking in the defiant tinge to her eyes as she waits for me to step up to the plate, which she knows I will.
Releasing her hands, I sit up, straddling her thighs as I pull her into a sitting position so I can rip the dressing gown from her body along with the flimsy camisole top that was hiding her perfect t**s from me. My mouth dries as I get my first real look at her breasts, perky and full, and just the right size to fill my hands . . turns out she could get more f.ucking perfect for me.
I waste no time cupping one in each of my palms, my head dipping so I can capture one of her rosy pink n*****s between my lips, suck
