He circles his hips, trying to stretch me out. Then he thrusts a little deeper. “Fuck, that’s it. Good girl. Open up for me. Let me in, Princess.”
His words send more wetness from my body to him, letting him push all the way inside me.
The groan that vibrates his chest has my core clenching with need.
We stay still for a moment with him deep inside me. His balls are dusting my ass cheeks as I cling to him, stroking his hair and kissing his shoulder.
“You okay?”
Concern fills his voice, but as he turns his head, I catch him in a kiss before he can look at my face.
“I’m amazing. Now move. Fuck me,” I say against his lips.
I keep kissing him, holding his face to mine so he has no choice but to kiss me back as he starts thrusting his huge cock in and out of me. I gasp each time he bottoms out, making me so unbelievably full that I feel like I might tear wide open.
“So good,” I pant, burrowing my face into his neck. “Feels so good.”
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groans as he thrusts into me over and over, pushing deeper each time.
I gasp and grab at his hair and kiss him, doing everything I can to show him I’m loving it. But I can’t look into his eyes. If I do, then he’ll know. He’ll stop.
His thrusts speed up and he cups my neck, stroking my jaw with his thumb as he kisses me. I sink into it, concentrating on the way his tongue seeks out mine and he lets out a husky groan like every dream he’s ever had is coming true.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing me harder.
I kiss him with everything I have, ignoring the burning between my thighs. I fight to cling on to the way I feel safe and protected in his arms. I don’t care that he’s my bodyguard and we shouldn’t be doing this. Being with him like this feels the farthest from wrong that it could be.
“I’m going to come, Princess. You need to let me pull out.”
“No.” I shake my head as I kiss him, holding his face to mine.
“Sinclair, I can’t come inside you without anything.”
“It’s okay, I want you to. I want to know how it feels. No one’s ever?—”
“Ever?” His eyes burn into mine with a possessiveness that makes me clench around him.
I shake my head.
“Jesus,” he groans as I pull him into another kiss.
My words are his undoing, and his body expands above me, his cock thickening inside me. He thrusts into me twice more, then breaks our kiss, pressing his forehead against mine.
“Sinclair, I’m going to?—”
“Come inside me,” I breathe. “Please, Denver.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Sinclair… fuck…”
His eyes lock onto mine as he fills me. He keeps pumping into me, groaning out my name like it’s his fuel.
The sound of wet skin on skin fills the air around us.
“Fuck, Princess,” he growls, shuddering to a halt as his orgasm ebbs away.
He cups my face and kisses me like he’s in awe.
“You should have used your word,” he murmurs between kisses. “Why didn’t you say it?”
