“Say it,” he urges.
“No.”
“Say it.”
He fucks into me harder and my eyes roll in my head.
“You’re so close. Be a good girl and say it as you come on my cock for me.”
I try to keep my lips clamped shut, moaning into my cheeks as the pressure builds.
“Say it.”
I screw my eyes shut, blocking him out, but he kisses me hard, making me gasp for air.
“Say it,” he breathes.
I open my eyes.
And I explode.
“Yes!” I whine as I come hard on him, my pussy clamping down around his cock and squeezing it as wave after wave rolls through me, stealing all my control. “Denver! Oh my god!”
He pumps into me, driving me through an earth-shattering orgasm that immediately crests into another without giving me a moment to breathe.
“Denver,” I whimper, my eyes watering and blurring my vision.
“You’re okay, Princess. I’m here.”
I gasp, trying to focus on his eyes as I come. My body hugs his cock as it gets even harder, and his fingers dig into my thighs.
“Fuck, Sinclair. I can’t hold back. The feeling of you coming for me…”
“Do it,” I choke.
The veins in his neck thicken, and his eyes hold mine as he comes inside me with a gravelly groan. The sound is so raw, husky, and hot that I whimper, parting my thighs wider around his hips so he can push deeper inside me.
“Yeah? You want it deep? You want to be full of me?”
“Yes,” I moan, my clit rubbing against his skin as he thrusts.
I come again without warning and tears spring from the corners of my eyes.
Everything gets harder and faster and deeper as he groans out the rest of his orgasm. Our bodies slide together as he empties inside me. Slickness coats my inner thighs where it’s running out from inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” he chokes, his thrusts slowing to deep, rough jerks of his hips as his mouth finds mine. “Fuck,” he grinds out,kissing me roughly, all panting and teeth and sex. “Fuck,” he groans again.
I gasp, fighting to get my breath back as my body turns to jelly.
“Don’t ever run from me, Sinclair.” He grabs my chin and presses a searing kiss to my lips. “Please don’t ever leave me not knowing where you’re going or if you’re okay. I need to know you’re okay… I need to see you… I can’t have…Don’t fucking leave me like that.” He screws his face up as he kisses me.
My anger was ripped out of me with my orgasm. All I want to do is stay in his arms and hold him tight.
“I’m here.” I cup his face, kissing him back. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here.”
I press urgent kisses to his lips. One by one. Over and over. Trying to cover the cracks that are opening up and pouring pain out from him.
“Sinclair.” He exhales, his eyes closed as he kisses me back.
