“Fuck, I’m going to come again.”
He growls and drinks up every drop of wetness that my body sends to him. My bottom lip trembles and I lose control of everything. All I can do is stare into his eyes as I come all over his face a second time.
I’m a panting, hot mess and my ears are ringing as he sucks it from me, stopping while my body is still clenching around nothing, aching to be filled with something it can grip onto.
“Your taste,” he groans. “Jesus Christ, the way you taste when you come.”
He straightens up and pulls his T-shirt off. Then he rips the button of his pants open and throws them and his boxers off.
“Say the word, Sinclair,” he grits as he climbs over me, the heat of his giant naked body like molten lava.
I’ve seen him shirtless before, but not like this. Not in all his glory. He’s magnificent. A giant hulk carved from solid muscle. So huge he should be intimidating. But I know how gentle those giant arms and hands are.
I bite my lip as I glance down. His cock is huge, hard, and angry, shining on the tip as it presses against my wetness.
“Say it,” he hisses.
I shake my head, unable to speak.
“Say it, unless you want me to fuck you right now.”
“Do it,” I manage to choke out in a strained whisper.
“You don’t really mean that,” he groans, looking tortured.
“Don’t tell me what I mean. I know what I want.”
He looks into my eyes and his expression melts as I blink up at him. He braces himself on his arms, pressing down to kiss me.
“Tell me, then, Princess,” he says more softly. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I say against his lips. “I want you inside me. I want to know what you’ll feel like.”
“Fuck,” he rasps, screwing his eyes shut for a brief second like he isn’t going to listen to me. Then he opens them and angles his hips so the tip of his cock pushes against my entrance.
“Last chance,” he whispers. “Otherwise this is happening between us right now.”
I lift my hips so the head of his cock slips inside me.
“Last chance,” he chokes, his biceps trembling.
“I want you,” I breathe. “I need you.”
“Fuuuck,” he groans, thrusting his hips.
“Denver!” I gasp, flinging my arms around his neck as he pushes inside me, making my eyes water.
I sink my teeth into his shoulder and bite.
“Fuck, Princess. You’re so tight,” he chokes, halting partway inside me. “Are you okay?”
I nod, keeping my face buried in his neck. “You’re just big. Keep going.”
Despite my pleading, he remains only a fraction of the way inside me. He lifts my leg behind my knee, wrapping it around his waist as he presses a kiss to my hair.
He pushes again, but my body fights him.
“Keep going,” I urge, kissing his shoulder.
