Page 52 of Freeing Denver

“Yes.” She half drags me across the lobby.

Four minutes later, Denver’s cheek is pressed against the wall of our hotel room, my cock buried deep inside her. We’re both breathless and still clothed, her dress almost ripped from my attempt to get to her. I wrap an arm around her waist, and the other covers her hand that’s flattened against the wall to keep herself steady.

“You can be as loud as you like here,” I whisper in her ear, her tightness squeezing my cock. “You can scream while I fuck you, Del.” She cries out softly, squeezing her eyes closed as I keep my movements slow, easing in and out of her. “Will you take everything I give you?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“You’ll be my perfect girl and milk my cock?”

She nods. “I’ll be so good.”

“Fuck.” I bite her neck, wishing I’d undressed her so I can feel every inch of her skin against mine. I kiss and lick the mark I leave behind and notice the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the far side of the room. “Look at you.” Denver opens her eyes, gazing at her reflection as I move in and out of her. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes glazed and hooded with desire. “Look how good you’re doing for me.”

“I need m-more …” she whispers. “More, Colt.”

“More?” I nudge her ear with my nose. “You want me to fuck you harder?”

“Please.” She lets out a soft moan as I move my hand from around her waist and under her dress. My fingers dip into her underwear, circling her clit, and she almost jolts in place. “Colt?—”

“Watch,” I say. “Watch while I fuck you.”

She does. Her cries become louder and more erratic as I pick up my pace, both hands now gripping her hips as I fuck her hard and fast. My groans meet her moans as I slam into her relentlessly, eager to feel her come around my cock.

Denver watches everything, her eyes wide as I take her with brutal, passionate thrusts. Her orgasm hits me hard, but I hold onto my own as she lets out a symphony of soft cries.

I lift her into my arms as her knees buckle. Taking her into the bedroom, I lay her down and strip off my clothes and hers. She smiles lazily as I undress her and bites her lip as I kneel between her legs, slowly stroking my cock as I admire her.

“Your pussy is such a mess for me.” I run my fingers across her wetness, and she squirms under my touch but stills once I bury myself knuckle deep. I curl my fingers and she arches her back, her eyes rolling back. “That’s my good girl. My perfect girl. You’re going to come as many times as I tell you to.”

And that’s what she does. She comes on my fingers and my tongue, grinding helplessly against my mouth until her legs are trembling. When I slide my cock into her again, she begs for more, and I give it to her. I fuck her until my orgasm builds, and I can’t hold back.

“Fill me up,” she begs. “Please, Colt, please?—”

Her words send me over the edge. Her pleas send me careening into an orgasm that has lights flashing behind my eyes, and I grip her hips so tight I leave marks. The waves of pleasure seep away, and as we catch our breath, I lie down and gather her into my arms, kissing away the droplets of sweat on her forehead.

She nuzzles into my neck, sighing softly. “Remember the first night we spent together?”

I nod, running my fingertips down her arm. “Yep. I remember being so still while you cried because I didn’t want you to remember who I was and ask me to leave.”

“Even then?” she asks, angling her head to look up at me.

Even then. When she gave me a glimpse of the woman behind Deluxe.

“Maybe even before then,” I say. “Even seeing you at the hotel during the award ceremony, you made an impression, chugging down M&Ms like a frat boy with his first keg.”

She laughs loudly. “Asshole. I did not chug them down.”

“Yes, you did, and it was fucking adorable.” I kiss her. “I think I’ve loved you since you threatened to go to war with me, Del.”

“And now we’re on the same side.” She brushes my hair back, her expression soft. It’s only been months. A short time, really, but I’m so glad I get this forever. “Wanna watchCasablancaand order room service?”

More than fucking anything.

Chapter 14

Denver

Light beyond my closed eyes has me wincing. Colt’s arms are around me, our feet tangled together. The hotel bed is large enough for us to never touch, but Ghost is a cuddler. Who would have thought?