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Story: Dead Rinker

“I want it,” I whisper, needy and desperate.

“Not good enough. Give me more.”

“I really want it,” I say louder, plowing my hand through his tousled dark hair.

“Say ‘you’re the best I’ve ever had, JJ.’”

I cock my head to the side. “Seriously?”

He smirks, loving how he pushes all my buttons. Then he bites down on his lip and curls his fingers, pumping me a couple of times.

I whimper with need.

“Say it.”

“You’re the best I’ve ever had, JJ.”

“Good girl.”

His mouth is over my pussy as his hand works me into a frenzy. I can hear how wet I am and how much my body responds to him.

As I start to orgasm, my release threatens to soak my sheets, but Jensen swipes it up, taking every drop I have onto his tongue and swallowing me down with a satisfied smirk.

“You want me to take it slow with you tonight, Princess?”

I nod slowly, unable to form words, as he crawls back up my body until we’re face to face.

Reaching down between us, he guides himself inside me while he strokes his fingers through the hair on top of my head.

My jaw hangs open at the way he stretches me out. There’s no urgency to the motion of his hips, it's slow, languid, and incredibly sexy.

He squeezes his eyes shut. “This is a risk for me, too. Doing this, taking it slow. Allowing my heart to believe it has a chance to be loved by you.”

There’s no need for me to say anything because I know he’s right. Going slow, drinking each other in, being vulnerable together. I might’ve avoided it my whole life, but something tells me Jensen has, too.

Sitting back up, he pulls me until I’m straddling him, and we’re in the lotus position. He looks down, smiles at my stomach, and then returns his brown gaze to mine. “I’m so deep inside you right now, baby.”

“So deep, JJ.”

“You gonna let me come inside that sweet princess pussy of yours?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me you want me to come inside you. Tell me you want my cum.”

Chest to chest, I’m not sure whose heartbeat I can feel as we move together slowly, my legs spread so wide for him, opening myself up as far as I can go. “I want you to come inside me.”

“I could take your body all day long.”

He kisses the underside of my jaw. “Just stop sleeping on your feelings for me. Let me in.”

I really want to try. The more Jensen Jones shows of himself, the more of myself I want to offer in return. “I’ll try, but you have to give me time.”

“Anything you need, it’s yours,” he rasps.

When he hits a spot so deep inside me, I come. Hard. So hard my nails dig into his back. “Ohmygod, I’m sorry. That was just?—”

“Mark me. You’ve already taken over my mind, so go ahead and imprint my body too.”