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“Fuck. Say it, Sinclair.” One of his balled fists slams against the mat beside my ass.

“I want to come on your tongue,” I whimper.

His mouth grows fiercer against me, lapping up every drop of wetness as it leaves me. I shake against him as I coil tighter and tighter.

“Say it, or I’m going to take it from you like it’s mine.”

“It is yours,” I gasp, my back arching.

His balled hand hits the mat again.

“You come for me, Sinclair, and there’s no going back. You can still stop this.”

His tongue circles my clit faster and heat floods to meet it.

“Say the word.”

“Denver,” I pant.

“Say it.”

My lips part as I look down at him. My wetness is all over the lower half of his face.

“Say it,” he says again.

I hold his eyes.

“I’m going to come.”

His eyes narrow. “No, you’re not. Say the goddamn word.”

But I’m too far gone. The next swipe of his tongue has me screaming out as pleasure hurtles through me, hitting me full force.

“Denver!”

My nails dig into his scalp as my whole body is taken over by a huge orgasm, ripping me apart.

He keeps licking and sucking, swallowing it down like it belongs to him.

Just like he said he was going to take it from me.

I squirm against his mouth, jerking as he sucks my clit again and everything is intensified and more sensitive.

“Denver,” I whimper.

I look into his eyes as he keeps circling my clit with his tongue until my orgasm crests, threatening to roll into another.

“Fuck, I’m going to come again.”

He growls and drinks up every drop of wetness that my body sends to him. My bottom lip trembles and I lose control of everything. All I can do is stare into his eyes as I come all over his face a second time.

I’m a panting, hot mess and my ears are ringing as he sucks it from me, stopping while my body is still clenching around nothing, aching to be filled with something it can grip onto.

“Your taste,” he groans. “Jesus Christ, the way you taste when you come.”

He straightens up and pulls his T-shirt off. Then he rips the button of his pants open and throws them and his boxers off.

“Say the word, Sinclair,” he grits as he climbs over me, the heat of his giant naked body like molten lava.

I’ve seen him shirtless before, but not like this. Not in all his glory. He’s magnificent. A giant hulk carved from solid muscle. So huge he should be intimidating. But I know how gentle those giant arms and hands are.

I bite my lip as I glance down. His cock is huge, hard, and angry, shining on the tip as it presses against my wetness.

“Say it,” he hisses.

I shake my head, unable to speak.

“Say it, unless you want me to fuck you right now.”

“Do it,” I manage to choke out in a strained whisper.

“You don’t really mean that,” he groans, looking tortured.

“Don’t tell me what I mean. I know what I want.”

He looks into my eyes and his expression melts as I blink up at him. He braces himself on his arms, pressing down to kiss me.

“Tell me, then, Princess,” he says more softly. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” I say against his lips. “I want you inside me. I want to know what you’ll feel like.”

“Fuck,” he rasps, screwing his eyes shut for a brief second like he isn’t going to listen to me. Then he opens them and angles his hips so the tip of his cock pushes against my entrance.

“Last chance,” he whispers. “Otherwise this is happening between us right now.”

I lift my hips so the head of his cock slips inside me.

“Last chance,” he chokes, his biceps trembling.

“I want you,” I breathe. “I need you.”

“Fuuuck,” he groans, thrusting his hips.

“Denver!” I gasp, flinging my arms around his neck as he pushes inside me, making my eyes water.

I sink my teeth into his shoulder and bite.

“Fuck, Princess. You’re so tight,” he chokes, halting partway inside me. “Are you okay?”

I nod, keeping my face buried in his neck. “You’re just big. Keep going.”

Despite my pleading, he remains only a fraction of the way inside me. He lifts my leg behind my knee, wrapping it around his waist as he presses a kiss to my hair.

He pushes again, but my body fights him.

“Keep going,” I urge, kissing his shoulder.

He circles his hips, trying to stretch me out. Then he thrusts a little deeper. “Fuck, that’s it. Good girl. Open up for me. Let me in, Princess.”

His words send more wetness from my body to him, letting him push all the way inside me.

The groan that vibrates his chest has my core clenching with need.

We stay still for a moment with him deep inside me. His balls are dusting my ass cheeks as I cling to him, stroking his hair and kissing his shoulder.

“You okay?”

Concern fills his voice, but as he turns his head, I catch him in a kiss before he can look at my face.

“I’m amazing. Now move. Fuck me,” I say against his lips.

I keep kissing him, holding his face to mine so he has no choice but to kiss me back as he starts thrusting his huge cock in and out of me. I gasp each time he bottoms out, making me so unbelievably full that I feel like I might tear wide open.

“So good,” I pant, burrowing my face into his neck. “Feels so good.”

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groans as he thrusts into me over and over, pushing deeper each time.

I gasp and grab at his hair and kiss him, doing everything I can to show him I’m loving it. But I can’t look into his eyes. If I do, then he’ll know. He’ll stop.

His thrusts speed up and he cups my neck, stroking my jaw with his thumb as he kisses me. I sink into it, concentrating on the way his tongue seeks out mine and he lets out a husky groan like every dream he’s ever had is coming true.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing me harder.

I kiss him with everything I have, ignoring the burning between my thighs. I fight to cling on to the way I feel safe and protected in his arms. I don’t care that he’s my bodyguard and we shouldn’t be doing this. Being with him like this feels the farthest from wrong that it could be.

“I’m going to come, Princess. You need to let me pull out.”

“No.” I shake my head as I kiss him, holding his face to mine.

“Sinclair, I can’t come inside you without anything.”

“It’s okay, I want you to. I want to know how it feels. No one’s ever?—”

“Ever?” His eyes burn into mine with a possessiveness that makes me clench around him.

I shake my head.

“Jesus,” he groans as I pull him into another kiss.

My words are his undoing, and his body expands above me, his cock thickening inside me. He thrusts into me twice more, then breaks our kiss, pressing his forehead against mine.

“Sinclair, I’m going to?—”

“Come inside me,” I breathe. “Please, Denver.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Sinclair… fuck…”

His eyes lock onto mine as he fills me. He keeps pumping into me, groaning out my name like it’s his fuel.

The sound of wet skin on skin fills the air around us.

“Fuck, Princess,” he growls, shuddering to a halt as his orgasm ebbs away.

He cups my face and kisses me like he’s in awe.

“You should have used your word,” he murmurs between kisses. “Why didn’t you say it?”

“I didn’t want to,” I whisper.

“We just… I can’t believe we just did that…” He looks into my eyes. His brows pull in, making a deep line between them as he studies me. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I try to kiss him again, but he pulls back, searching my eyes.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“It’s something. I know you.”

His cock shifts inside me as he moves, making me wince a little.

“Did I hurt you?”

I glance at the deep red bite mark he has on his shoulder. He didn’t even notice when I did it.

“Sinclair?” His voice has taken on a hint of concern that I know is only going to increase.

“No. I’m fine.”

But Denver’s already pulling back, looking down at where our bodies are joined. He starts sliding his cock out from inside me. It’s covered in a sheen of mixed arousal, cum… and blood.

His eyes flick from his dick up to my face and back again as more blood-smeared inches appear.

Fuck, he’s massive. No wonder it felt like I was being split in two.

The head of his dick finally emerges and there’s no hiding the trace of blood on the end of it, or the pink-tinged cum that comes out with it.

His eyes meet mine with an intense worry that makes me swallow. He drops back on his heels, pushing a trembling hand back through his hair.

“Y-you d-didn’t tell me… If I’d known, then?—”

“Then what?” I snap.

He stares at me, and I press my lips tightly together in shame as his eyes drop to the evidence painted all over his dick.

“Sinclair,” he breathes again. “…why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”