His eyes flash dangerously like he’s really mad at me. But all it does is make me wetter.
Then he slowly slides them down over my thighs.
He balls them into his fist and stares at me.
“You can keep them if you like?”
His eyes flare and my pussy throbs as he shoves them into his pocket.
I part my thighs wide, and his gaze drops between them.
“What would you do now?” I ask, reaching down with one hand and parting myself with two fingers for him to see how wet I am.
“Say the fucking word, Sinclair,” he growls like he’s about to completely lose it and never be able to come back.
The threat in his tone makes more wetness run between my legs and he curses as it seeps free.
“Say it,” he says again as he slides onto his front, hooking both of my thighs over his biceps.
“No.”
He holds my eyes and presses a kiss to my inner thigh.
“Say it.”
“No.”
His lips drag over my skin as he moves higher, kissing the crease where my thigh meets my body.
“Say it.”
“Nu-uh.”
His lips part and he sucks just inside the crease, making me shudder.
“Say it.”
His breath is warm against my clit as he moves to suck the other side.
“No way,” I breathe, sinking both of my hands into his hair as my clit throbs with need.
I’m desperate for him to touch me where I need him to, but he just keeps alternating between sucking and kissing on the outer edges of my pussy.
“Denver, please,” I whisper.
“What do you want?”
I look down into his eyes, my breath hitching that he’s not telling me to use my word.
“Tell me what you want, Princess,” he breathes, kissing me gently on my clit.
I let out a breathy gasp full of desire as I shudder at the contact.
Princess.Not baby this time.
This is real.
“I want you to make me come,” I beg. “Please, Denver. Make me come.”
