“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 hardI 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.”
