The Pucking Wrong Number (Pucking Wrong, #1)

by C.R. Jane

"Come on, sweetheart," Lincoln soothed, his voice gentle and reassuring as he scooped me into his arms. I couldn’t talk. My mouth felt dry, my throat thick and broken. I tried to take a deep breath, but it was like I was choking on air. He led me away from the crowd, out onto a balcony, the cool night air washing over me like a balm. "It's okay," he said, his voice soft and comforting. "Focus on your breaths. In and out, in and out." I closed my eyes and tried to do what he’d said, but the panic refused to subside.

“What’s wrong, Lincoln? Are you serious?” she spat, her voice thick with sarcasm...and a hint of despair. “I don’t even know what we’re doing right now. Why am I with you? Why did you bring me to this party? A room full of women desperate to have you, and you let them touch you. You let them have pieces of you, all while my cum was dried all over your face!” A sob escaped her, and a sense of satisfaction washed over me. A small smirk pulled at my lips as she struggled against my grasp, but I couldn’t help it. Her jealousy eased something inside me, a glimmer of hope that this consuming, relentless hunger I felt was reciprocated.

We pulled in front of her run-down building and she immediately tried to escape, sighing in frustration when she realized she couldn’t figure out how to unlock it—not noticing, of course, that I’d engaged the child lock for this exact situation with her.

At least I wouldn’t have to worry about her tonight. I’d copied her key, and after she fell asleep…we’d be having a sleepover party. Other people might call that scary stalker behavior. I called it true love.

Also, I really wanted a look at the background check he had on me, because he seemed to know everything about me at this point. I definitely had not given him the name and address of the office I worked at.

“Good girl,” he muttered, instantly drenching my panties. What was it about those words that universally ruined panties?

4

“Let me feed you,” he murmured, brushing his lips against my skin.

I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, as I kissed him back with everything I had. The world around us faded away, leaving the two of us lost in the moment, lost in the feeling of our lips moving together.

“Let me know if you ever want to drive one," he offered, flashing a charming grin. I gulped. “You can’t offer to lend me your fancy car. We’ve talked about stranger danger before, I believe,” I teased. He leaned forward, an intense gleam in his gaze. “I’ve tasted your cum, baby,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I’ve covered my face in your sweet pussy. We’re way past the stranger phase.”

oooooh fuckkkkk *drool*

once replaced his condoms with spicy joke ones I’d found on Amazon. He was balls deep in a girl when his dick started burning. He ran out of the room into the main hallway butt naked, screaming that his cock was about to fall off.”

“I love you,” I breathed, my eyes locked onto the delicious feast in front of me…before realizing exactly what I’d just said. I gaped at him in horror, and I shook my head frantically, trying to take my words back. But Lincoln’s cocky grin only grew wider. “I love the food, I meant! The food!” “Knew you’d say it first, dream girl,” he teased. I groaned, wishing the ground would swallow me whole, but a second later, I was digging in…because, well, food. Duh.

“Oh,” I murmured, realizing he was…hard. This was going to be an interesting dinner. “Just ignore it,” he said casually. “It's been an ongoing problem since meeting you.”

They were on the anaconda sized dick outlined in his pants.

He suddenly ripped away from my lips, his chest heaving, his breath coming out in heavy gasps. Lincoln took a step backwards until he was towering over me. He shook his head, his tattooed fingers raking through his tousled hair. Then his hand moved to the waistband of his sweatpants and he pulled it down, showcasing his hot, swollen, gigantic dick.

“You think you don’t have a claim on me?” he finally growled, breaking the sex-fueled silence. “You think it’s possible for anyone else to exist now that I’ve found you?”

I was the girl who was never wanted, passed around like a burden from person to person, never feeling like I belonged anywhere. My mother hadn’t even wanted me. But strangely, seeing my name permanently etched onto his skin–his cock of all things–it filled a void inside of me that had always ached, a void left by all the years of abandonment and rejection. I was suddenly starving. I reached out my hand tentatively. “Fuck yes, touch me. I’m desperate for it.” His voice was a pained, delicious growl, like gasoline on the fire that was already burning in my belly.

I’d always thought cum wouldn’t taste good, but his…I had a feeling it would become a non-stop craving.

“Fuck, you are perfect, aren’t you? You really love this. You love me fucking your mouth. You’re such a good fucking girl.”

I was pretty sure all of his clothes were filthy at this point, because he had huge armpit stains on the shirt that barely made it over his enormous stomach. He was wearing gray sweatpants, but I was positive they wouldn’t have the same effect on Monroe as mine had.

again ew. just fucking ew.

“Yeah, the shithead got wasted at some party last night and fell off a balcony…with some puck bunny still attached to his dick.”

thats one hell of a fuckk

hockey had been my whole life since I was a kid…and now, it was feeling more like a side piece. My world revolved around something else now.

I’d never even dreamed of eating at a place so nice…I was ready for dessert. The kind that came from Lincoln’s dick.

ohh shit. its about to go down

“If you think this isn’t all I’ve thought about since the moment I knew you were real. Your body against mine. Your hands on me. Your greedy pussy choking my big dick…you’re out of your mind. I’m going to ruin you tonight. Fuck you until you pass out from orgasms.”

omfg. YASSS! Zaddy Linc

He chose that moment to slide another piece of prime rib into his mouth, and seriously…even his chewing was turning me on. He swallowed and leaned in closer. “So we can wait a little bit longer.” I was dead. I literally flopped back into my seat, like a sulking brat, while he laughed at me.

Would I ever get used to that, everyone wanting him? I just needed to remind myself of his cock tattoo. None of them had that. "I don’t want them. I’ll never want them. All I want is you," he murmured at one point when a pretty blonde with boobs the size of her head literally came to the table and tried to buy him a drink despite the fact I was practically sitting on his lap.

Her smirk turned shy and she bit down on that plush bottom lip, straight out of every man’s wet dream. "There’s no one else?" she suddenly whispered, her gaze darting away. I grabbed her chin, forcing Monroe to look at me. "How can there be anyone else when you exist in the world?" I told her. I didn’t care that it was cheesy as fuck. This girl made me want to dig my heart out of my chest and give it to her on a silver platter. Beg her to love me. She was mine. And I was hers. And before the night was over…she would believe it.

“Have you ever been in love?” she murmured, those green eyes staring at me like I was fucking everything. I was still inside her. It was where I wanted to live. “Not until I saw you.” It was the most honest thing I’d ever told her.

I smiled at her and leaned forward for a kiss. She flinched back, and I frowned. “What?” “I don’t want everyone to see,” she murmured, gesturing to the crowd. “The fans will go crazy.” Okay. I fucking hated that. And I would deal with that soon.

It was kind of fun being completely crazy.

It was time to get back to my girl. I'd never let her leave, I thought as I drove. No matter what, I'd make her happy, even if it meant locking her up and waiting for fucking Stockholm Syndrome to take hold. My thoughts were fucked, I knew that. But that was what she’d done to me.

“We’re going to come to an understanding right now,” he growled as he threw me on the bed and stripped off his clothes while I stared at him wide-eyed. And very turned on. “I’m going to make something very clear right now, Monroe. Teach you something you won’t forget…” "You are mine." He ripped off my clothes, aggressively attacking my breasts, biting and sucking on my nipples until I was crying out, my moans filling the room. "These are mine. Your pussy is mine. Your lips are mine.”

"Going to stay just like this, Monroe. Just like this, until you tell me you’re mine.” Another slow slide had tears running down my face. “Who do you belong to, dream girl? Say it."

"If I want to tell every fucking person on this planet about you and me, and what you mean to me, I'm going to do it. Nod your head that you understand."

It was like the person sitting here, broken and shattered, was not me. My brain was having trouble comprehending how someone who’d seemed so perfectly golden, a hero of a story I never could have dreamed… Had actually been the villain all along.

"You really think after going to all this effort to make you mine, that I wouldn't be monitoring your phone too?" I screamed. But there was no one to hear me. A second later, I felt a prick in my neck. And then the world went dark.

ummm I’m sorry but WHAT!?!

I would’ve been able to track her down–the tracker she thought was just a birth control implant took care of that–but even being away from her for that long was something I couldn’t allow.

Since the moment I’d seen her picture, I’d wanted to possess her, to keep her locked away where no one else could have her. And I guess now I finally had. I’m sick. But she made me this way. She should have to face the consequences of that, just like I did.

And I could finally feel her softening. Her body had been an easy sell. She was addicted to what I could do to her, I knew that. And although she hadn’t let me fuck her, she was all about our new morning routine. Which consisted of me with my head between her legs. I wasn’t complaining about that. It was my favorite place to be. My dick wasn’t happy. But my hand was helping him through it, as was the smell of her pussy all over my tongue. “Monroe’s

“Fuck love, Monroe. Love is nothing. You can feel love for anyone. What I feel for you is pain. Knowing that a part of my fucking soul is living outside of my body and now that I’ve found it, I’ll die if I ever lose it. That’s what we have. Love is a shadowed imitation for people unlucky enough to never find their soulmates. What we have is everything.”

"Fuck, yes. Choke my cock. You’re so perfect." "Lincoln, I need—" I whimpered, my hips rocking against him. "What do you need, sweetheart? Do you need me to fuck you? Take care of that pretty pussy?" he growled. "Yes! Yes… please," I begged.

“Tell me. Give me what’s mine,” he growled as my pussy sucked on his length. “I love you,” I whispered, hot tears flooding my eyes. He groaned and came, hot spurts of cum filling me completely. I knew from experience that Lincoln had crazy control. Which meant he’d come undone just from my words. A heady warmth floated through my chest. “You’re so proud of what you just did to me, aren’t you, sweet girl?” he smirked as he pounded inside me, somehow still perfectly hard despite just coming.

love you. I love you so much, Lincoln,” I whimpered through the pleasure. "I love you so fucking much. I need you. I can’t survive without you." And that was the truth right there. The truth for both of us. We’d gone so far down this crazy ride, that there was no coming back.