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He strides down the hallway, carrying me like I weigh nothing. I run my fingers through the hair at the back of his head as my lips find new angles to kiss his throat, drawing a gravelly moan from him.

“I want to know how much you missed me,” I say, running my tongue over his Adam’s apple, then kissing it as it flexes beneath my lips. “I want you to show me exactly how crazy it’s made you not being able to touch me in the way you want to. I want you to do whatever you want to me.”

“Don’t give me free rein like that, Princess,” he groans like he’s being tortured in the best possible way.

“Why not? I trust you.”

His mouth finds mine again as we enter a room that has his scent all over it. But I can’t look around because he’s already placing me onto a huge bed and pressing down over me.

“You want me?” he rasps, his eyes almost black as he looks at me with desire.

I push his unfastened shirt from his shoulders, allowing my hands to roam over the hot smooth skin that’s unveiled.

“I want you so much I can barely think straight,” I pant, wriggling in the small gap between his arms. “Please, Denver. I need you inside me.”

I arch up into his kiss as he groans into my mouth, taking my breath like it belongs to him. But his mouth leaves mine too fast, and I huff in frustration as he moves away.

“There’s something I need to do first,” he says, shoving his hands up my dress and tugging my panties off roughly.

He balls them up inside his fist and presses them to his nose.

“Fuck, Sinclair,” he groans as he inhales. “How the hell have I functioned without having you?”

“I don’t know,” I breathe, parting my legs. “Probably the same way I’ve struggled without you.”

I swear his lips curl into a smile at my words as he drops my panties onto the bed and pushes my dress higher, exposing me to him.

“You’re soaking, Princess.” He tsks , taking me in.

I use two fingers to spread myself wider, loving the husky curse that slips from his lips.

“Am I?” I pout.

He glances at me, his eyes darkening as he places his fingers on either side of mine, opening me wider. I gasp as he bends his head and spits on my clit.

“Soaking… and mine,” he declares.

The first sweep of his tongue has me arching off the bed with a cry.

“God! You’re so… oh my god… you’re so good at that,” I mewl, sinking both hands into his hair as he eats me out like a starved man.

His eyes don’t break contact with mine as he brings me to a fast, loud orgasm.

“Denver,” I moan, as he slides two fingers inside me and fucks me with them, his tongue still lavishing attention on my clit.

“I can feel you squeezing me. So eager for my cock to fill you, aren’t you, Princess?”

“Mm-hm,” I mewl in agreement, writhing against the sheets as pressure starts building inside me again.

“The only cock you’ve ever had, and you’re addicted to it. Listen to how wet you are for it.”

He pumps his fingers, and the accompanying sounds are obscene.

“Denver,” I plead.

“Not yet,” he says, circling my clit with his tongue again and making my eyes roll. “I want you coming on my fingers first. We need to loosen you up, because if I put myself inside you now, you’ll make me come with this perfect, tight cunt.”

I scrape my fingers over his scalp, mewling at his crude words. He grunts in approval as they do what they always do… make me even wetter for him.

“Denver,” I beg again.

“Come for me again,” he coaxes, pushing down on my lower belly.

His fingers curl inside me, hitting a delicious spot that has me feeling like I’m about to lose control. My inner thighs shake, and I look down at him in confusion at the new sensation that’s taking over my body.

“You’re okay. Let it go,” he encourages.

He curls his fingers again, his tongue flattening and pressing harder against me.

“Denver,” I whine.

“Do it.”

I suck in a breath, all control leaving me as I come hard. A gush of fluid spurts from inside me and spills over his face.

“Jesus Christ, yes,” he groans, his eyes closing in ecstasy as he drinks it up, first lapping his tongue in sensual strokes over me, then pressing kiss after kiss over my drenched skin.

“Was that? Did I…?”

He flips me easily so my stomach is on the bed, resting over the soaked sheets.

“That was fucking delicious. You’re such a good girl, letting go like that.”

My ears ring from the force of the orgasm that’s still vibrating its way through my body. The sound of Denver’s gun and belt being removed and his zipper being lowered seem far away.

“Did I squirt?”

He chuckles— a rare sound from him. Yet me soaking his face is what’s earned me the pleasure of hearing the sound. And I love the way it sends a warm vibration over my skin.

“You sure did, Princess. Now we know you can, we can have you gushing for me all the time.”

“Oh my god.” I bury my burning cheeks into the mattress.

“Don’t you dare get shy,” Denver rumbles, pulling me up onto my knees in front of him and running his palms over my ass cheeks. “I love everything you do.”

I bite down my smile. That was one hell of an orgasm, and he’s right, I shouldn’t be shy about the way my body reacts to intense pleasure. Judging from the way his hands are roaming over my ass, squeezing handfuls of it as he murmurs in admiration, I know he’s being honest when he says he loves it.

I wriggle inside his grip.

“Please, fuck me now. I want you inside me.”

I don’t care if I sound needy. I just need to feel him there.

He answers me by surging forward and thrusting into me.

“Fuck,” he growls, his hands curling around my hips and holding himself deep. “You’re so wet, see how you’ve taken all of me straight away? Such a good girl.”

I hum at his praise, contentment filling my chest now that he’s inside me again. I lift my ass higher, my head falling to the mattress as I savor the fullness having him so deep gives me. His balls dust my clit as he grinds into me slowly. I arch my back, pushing back.

“Look at you,” he croons. “So eager for me, thighs spread wide, full of my cock and aching to be fucked.” His giant hands encase my ass and tease my cheeks a little further apart, exposing my asshole.

It must look filthy from Denver’s angle.

I mewl shamelessly again, completely at his mercy but loving every second. He makes me feel desired and safe. So comfortable to be his dirty girl.

“So beautiful. How the hell am I supposed to last with you?”

I clench around him, and he lands a light spank on my ass.

“I don’t want to come yet, Princess, so keep this perfect cunt still for me, okay?”

I sigh happily as he continues his perusal of me, his hands roaming over my ass. He keeps his cock nestled deep inside me as he runs a thumb down the seam of it.

Then he slips the tip inside me.

“Denver!” I gasp, pushing back instead of pulling away like I’d expect myself to if I’d known someone was going to finger my ass.

He holds me in place with a firm grip on my hip as he works his thumb in and out of me slowly.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs. “Do you want to take my cock here one day?”

I clench around his dick involuntarily, and the sharp inhale of breath joins the awe in his voice. “Fuck, Princess. You do? Okay, we’ll work up to it.”

“Um,” I squeak, not sure what my body has just agreed to on my behalf. But I’m intrigued by the idea. The idea of submitting to Denver like that is… hot.

But his dick is huge .

I’m not sure I’ll ever manage to do it, no matter how much we work up to it.

“My perfect princess,” he rasps, leaving his thumb inside me.

Then he starts to move.

Giant moans of pleasure leave me as he fucks me, but I don’t stop. The whole neighborhood can hear for all I care.

His pace is deliberate. Deep, strong strokes, designed to push me over the edge before he loses control. Each pump of his hips sends waves of pleasure hurtling through me like a warm light.

“Denver,” I choke. “You’re so deep.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Amazing,” I purr. “Does it feel good for you?”

“Incredible,” he groans in agreement, increasing his pace.

The bed shifts, and a deep thud vibrates the wall as he plants one hand on the headboard, his fingers curling around it to grip it hard and use it as leverage.

His thumb slides away from my ass, eliciting a breathy squeal from me as he places one foot, then the other, on the mattress. The heat of his body is like an inferno against my back as he squats over me.

His fingertips bruise my hip, and he pins me in place beneath him.

“Fuck, Sinclair. Fuck…” he groans as if all sense has left him, leaving only pure carnal pleasure.

I cry out, loving how full it feels having him so impossibly deep.

My ass is pulled higher, and I’m folded so obscenely beneath him, completely at his mercy, on display for him like an offering. It’s such a degrading position. I’m like an animal being fucked raw by her mate, surrounded by sounds of slapping skin.

I love it.

“Denver!” I gasp, knowing I’m going to come again soon.

“You’re strangling me, Princess.” He thrusts harder, his cock solid as steel. “You want to come together?”

“Yes,” I moan, tiny spasms already starting around his dick as he plows into me.

“Good girl,” he rasps.

The headboard bangs against the wall in time with his thrusts.

My vision blurs and my breathing stalls as I twist my face and try to focus on his hand against the headboard.

His balls slap against my clit.

Then I fall over the edge into bliss.

“I’m coming!”

“Fuck, Princess. Me too.”

He growls, his knuckles turning white as he almost rips the headboard off, pushing even deeper into me and pitching my orgasm to a whole new height.

“Oh my god!” I cry as wave upon wave make me clench around him over and over.

He pumps into me from behind, deep guttural grunts leaving him each time he drives his hips forward.

“Fuck, Sinclair,” he groans, coming hard.

I whimper as my body flutters around his, taking everything he’s giving to me.

“Denver!” I squeal.

My eyes spring with tears, my orgasm wringing me out and leaving me reeling for something to grab on to to ground me.

With one final thrust, Denver stills inside me and his hand leaves my hip, gliding up over my head and stroking my hair tenderly.

He was right when he said he makes me come so hard I cry.

I’m not upset… just overwhelmed by the emotions running through me.

It’s the way he can make me forget everything until all I focus on is this exact moment we’re in together.

And for a few blissful seconds, there’s nothing else.

It's the purest kind of freedom.

“You’re okay,” he soothes. “You’re okay.”

He’s still catching his breath as he pulls out of me and then eases me up and into his arms, cradling me to him like I’m the most precious thing in the world. He wipes up my tears with his thumbs, then his lips, catching the final ones tracking down my cheeks.

I look into his eyes, diving into the gold flecked green as he runs the backs of his fingers down my cheek. He rests his forehead against mine, his soft words leaving him so gently as he holds me close.

“Me too,” he whispers, without me saying a word. “Me too, Sinclair, me too.”