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DENVER

“We do it properly this time. We’ll take it slow. And I should have said something before, but you’re safe, I’ve been tested recently.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Sinclair,” I scold.

She snaps her eyes up to mine. “I’m listening.”

But her eyes drop straight to where I’m kneeling on the bed beside her, lubing up my throbbing dick.

She sat up the minute I came back from the kitchen with a jar of coconut oil and has been watching me intently ever since.

“Can I do it?”

My dick hardens further inside my palm. “You want to do it?”

She nods eagerly and scoots closer, reaching out and curling her hand around my shaft.

“Fuck.” I tip my head back with a groan as she strokes me up and down.

“Do you like it like this?” She jerks me slowly, then lowers her head and wraps her lips around the head of my dick.

She moans softly as she sucks on it, and I almost come on the spot. My abs clench as she gazes up at me and slides the whole thing down her throat. The base of it still has a hint of her dried blood on it, but she doesn’t seem to care as she moans and sucks harder.

“That’s enough.” I pull back so my dick pops free of her lips.

Her face falls. “Do you not like the way I suck you off?”

“Sinclair.” I shake my head with a groan, before pulling her face to mine and kissing her. “This isn’t about me.”

She kisses me but still looks unsure.

“I love the way you suck me off, Princess,” I whisper. “Believe me. It’s insane how good your lips feel on me.”

She smiles against my kiss, her hand dropping to wrap around my dick again.

“And I love the way that feels,” I say, taking her hand in mine so she can’t touch me anymore. “But you’ll make me come too soon.”

“You can do it again that quick?”

A rumbled hint of a chuckle leaves me.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

I ease her beneath me, making sure the pillow is under her.

“You comfy?” I ask, kissing her.

“Yes,” she breathes, widening her legs around my thighs.

“You sure you want to do this?”

“Denver,” she huffs.

I kiss her again. “I’m just checking.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me over and over. I wait until she’s arching up toward me, grinding herself against me and letting out frustrated moans of my name before I let the head of my dick swipe through her wetness.

“We stop if it hurts, okay?”

“Denver.” She squirms beneath me, tugging on my hair impatiently.

“We stop,” I repeat, holding her eyes.

“Fine.” She huffs.

I move my weight onto one forearm so I can slide my other hand between our bodies. Sinclair gasps my name as my fingers slip through the arousal that’s coating her inner thighs.

“Jesus, you’re so wet.”

“Because I want you,” she pants, kissing my throat.

I hold her eyes as I swirl my fingers around her clit, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She wriggles and moans, but I still won’t move any nearer.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper.

I wait until the pink in her cheeks is in full blush before I slowly start to push inside her.

“Denver.” She drops her head back with a moan, as I ease inside her one inch at a time, giving her time to stretch around me. It’s easier than the first time, and her body opens up, allowing me to keep pushing until I’m deep inside her and her inner thighs are trembling against me.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” She nods, her cheeks still flushed.

I start to move slowly, keeping my eyes on hers, savoring the way they roll in her head as I alter the angle slightly and hit the special spot inside her. Her breathing changes and she lets out soft little moans and strokes the back of my neck.

“That feels good,” she whispers.

I move in and out of her, keeping everything slow and gentle as I slip a hand down to stroke her clit. Her eyelashes flutter as I push into her a little deeper, but her eyes find mine again each time she reopens them.

“Beautiful,” I rasp, pressing a kiss to her lips.

My dick is straining with how wet and tight she is. It would be so easy to lose myself in her. But there’s no way I’m going to let that happen. This is for her. I want it all to feel good for her. I want her to remember this moment whenever she thinks of me.

“You’re going to come while I’m inside you this time, Princess. Okay?”

She nods, her breath coming in shallow pants as I increase the pressure against her clit.

“Good girl.”

“Wow, that feels…” Her lips part and the lower one trembles as she gazes at me. I catch it between my teeth and suck on it.

We kiss, only breaking free to look into each other’s eyes. The whole time my fingers work her clit, coaxing her orgasm closer and closer to the surface.

“I think I’m going to… Oh my God…”

“You’re safe, I’ve got you.”

She pants, arching up beneath me and making my cock sink deeper inside her. I groan as my balls touch her skin.

“Denver,” she moans.

“I’m here,” I breathe, my eyes glued to her face as her lids hood.

I increase the speed at which I’m pumping into her a little, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her.

Her pussy clenches around my cock and I almost lose it.

“Come for me. You can do it,” I urge.

Her grasp on my hair tightens and she pulls hard as her pussy strangles my cock. My balls draw tight to my body, aching with how desperate they are to unload inside her. But there’s no way in hell I’m coming before she does.

“Good girl, come on, let it go.”

“Oh my God, Denver.”

“Let it go, Princess. Come for me. It’s right there, I can feel it. Just let it go.”

She trembles and my fingers slide all over her clit with how wet she’s become.

“Good girl,” I whisper. “Good girl.”

“Denver,” she squeals.

“Good girl,” I repeat. “You’re such a good fucking girl. Come for me.”

The moment her pussy spasms around my cock I lose it. My vision blurs and blood rushes in my ears as she comes for me, her body strangling mine in pulsing waves.

“That’s it,” I choke. “Just like that. You’re doing so well. You’re taking me so well.” I keep my rhythm, sliding into her in slow, deep thrusts while looking into her eyes.

“Fuck, Denver, I’m coming again,” she cries.

“Good girl,” I pant, circling her clit faster.

As she comes again, I bury my face into her neck, my own orgasm rushing close to the surface.

“Sinclair, Jesus Christ…”

She pulls my face to hers and then her lips are on mine as I thrust into her, my balls screaming at me to come.

“Inside me,” she pants against my mouth.

I look into her eyes, and she nods.

“Come inside me,” she breathes.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You sure?”

“I want to feel it again,” she says against my mouth.

“Fuck, Sinclair…”

I look at her as I come so hard my eyes water.

She’s there, kissing me, wrapping her thighs tighter around me as I spill inside her, groaning her name.

Everything is amplified. Her taste, her warmth, the sound of her breath against mine.

It’s still slow. It’s still gentle and tender.

But it wrecks me more than anything else ever could.

“Sinclair,” I murmur, kissing her back, refusing to let her go as I keep thrusting, emptying myself inside her.

“I never knew it could be so… wow,” she whispers as I slow down but keep us connected.

“That’s how your first time should have been.”

“I know, but?—”

“Let me have it,” I beg. “That part of you can belong to me as long as you agree. I’ll take better care of it than he did. I promise you.”

She looks into my eyes and my heart stops as I wait for her answer.

She presses the gentlest dust of a kiss to my lips.

“I know you will. And it is yours. You were my first, Denver.”

“Thank you,” I choke.

I cup her face and lose myself in her kiss, soaking up every sweet little moan she makes, like they’re a melody written just for me. One I could sing for the rest of my life, treasuring every note.

“It’s mine, Princess.”

“Yours,” she agrees with a smile.

I kiss her again, keeping the thoughts racing around my head to myself. Thoughts that have no right to be there. Selfish ones.

I want to be your first and last, Princess. I want to be your only one.