Chapter Nineteen

Victor

"No," I gasped. He was, but not in the way that made me want to stop. This pain was all about the pleasure that chased it. As I stared at Denton's strained expression, I wished I could have taken a picture he was so fucking stunning. Blown pupils created dark pools of lust I wanted to drown in as they held all my attention. He was there skirting the edge of falling into the desire, this time I'd no intention of missing what he looked like when he came because of me. Although this hadn't been my intention when I'd come into the room, I'd gone with my instincts and look how wonderful that has turned out.

I couldn't resist smirking in satisfaction at how he stretched my ass wide enough to make the burn radiate straight to my cock. I couldn't see a thing wrong with it, even as my eyes watered. Understanding I had to take my time to really enjoy it, but there was a part of me that wanted to impale myself on the enormous cock just to watch Denton come apart before my eyes when he was desperately holding back.

I released my clenching muscles to wiggle down another inch, breathing through my teeth at the pleasure-pain. The fingers digging hard enough to bruise never moved as I panted through my need to come with the mind-fluctuating sensations flooding my lower body. I wanted him fully inside me and nothing else would do before I came again.

Sweat beaded on my skin and the gentle breeze coming through the open balcony door didn't dry it as I moaned, wiggled, and shimmed my way down the totem pole that was Denton's cock. Denton looked like a marble statue with two exceptions, the twitching muscle at the side of his left eye. And the way his pulse, at the junction of his neck, beat so frantically I could see it bound against his skin, impressing upon me his restraint.

By the time I had my ass nestled against his pelvis, his hair had become drenched, and he looked to be in pain. He wore a fierce expression that left me feeling overcome with raw emotions. Convinced I'd have Denton's fingerprint indents on my hip bones—which I had no problem with—I breathed out, letting my body adjust completely. If that was at all possible, Denton was huge.

"You okay?" he ground out.

My nose wrinkled as I rocked ever so gently to see how it felt. There was fullness and slight discomfort, however, the pleasure, jeez it was worth it.

Slowly rocking, my movement dragged a groan from Denton while I held his gaze. "Like that?" I asked breathlessly, feeling his fingers move restlessly and then he rocked me forward.

"Fuck… yeah!"

I gasped as he nailed my prostate and made me want more. Giving him a wicked smile, I lifted off him until only the head of his cock was inside me, pausing for dramatic effect I slut dropped down his cock.

"Motherfuckerrrrrrrr," he cried out as I moaned in bliss.

My ass squeezing hard to keep the burning sensation going, I didn't give him a chance to recover as I rose and repeated the move, wondering if it was possible to punch out my tonsils with how he filled me so fully.

"God's," he growled.

It was the last thing I heard as Denton came up, changing the position of his cock, which felt so much fucking bigger at the new angle. It directly connected this time with my prostate and stayed put, sending an eruption of fiery heat straight up my cock.

Unsure who moved first, but I met him thrust for thrust, my cock rubbing against the hairs on his lower abdomen, tendrils of tickly sensations just added to the pot of steaminess bubbling up inside me.

Sweat stung my eyes as I kept up the frantic pace, chasing those feelings that would send me spiraling out of control. Every part of me was alight with ecstasy. My muscles screamed with the excessive activity, but nothing, not even the world imploding, would have gotten me to stop. I'd enjoyed sex before Davey, this was… I couldn't describe it when it was so damn different to what I'd had before.

Was it love?

I hung on mindlessly as the thought took root and sent me spiraling off the edge of a cliff. My eyes slammed shut as violent shudders started from the soles of my feet and worked their way through me. Cum barreled out of my cock, spraying Denton as my ass clamped tightly on his dick, unwilling to let go of its prize.

"God's… you're squeezing me so fucking good…" his lips ran down the column of my neck, layering waves of pleasure on top of each other. "I'll have a permanent imprint of your ass on my cock," he gasped, his laughter sounded scratchy.

It was too much, his words, the feel of his cock growing bigger in my ass before it started to pulse and he came. He sank his teeth into my shoulder and the pain—pleasure combo unbuckled me from reality, and I floated away, content to never return from my bubble of bliss.

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I peeled open one eye and tried to make sense of what I was seeing.

Everything was above me…

Was I lying on the floor?

I groaned when I moved, as my ass rebelled, bringing me back to reality with an ache that I'd be feeling for days. I grinned, giggling at the very thought of feeling Denton for days.

It still didn't explain why I was on the floor. Hadn't we been on the bed?

"You awake Princess?"

"Huh?" Princess?

I twisted my head to look to where the voice was coming from to find Denton naked and stretched out behind me. Disheveled, his hair was a mess, there was something crusty in the hair on his chest and lower abdomen. Despite that, he appeared relaxed, his ankles crossed, one elbow on the floor, his head resting on his hand, looking rather… smug? Self-satisfied?

Well fucked?My internal voice said and my giggles turned to deep belly laughter when it suited.

"What's so amusing, love?"

"Why are we on the floor?" It was the only other thing I could think of, and I glanced at where the bed was, which was a rumpled mess. The cover and sheets were more on the floor than on the bed. Had we done that?

"When you insisted we needed a repeat after you came too, we somehow ended up rolling off the bed while we were… playing." His lips twitched as a playful light I'd seen a time or two appeared.

A fiery heat that had nothing to do with the scent of sex in the room and was all my embarrassment when his words brought a flood of memories of exactly how we ended up on the ground. "Oh," I muttered at a total loss, wondering if I could claim insanity after not having had sex for three years?

"Next time we do this, can you give me some warning and I'll not bother going to the gym?"

I eyed him suspiciously as he kept his expression neutral. "Are you messing with me?" I asked, coming up to sitting and once more got a reminder of exactly how I'd spent the morning. My stomach chose then to alert both me and Denton to the fact I'd not eaten more than a mouthful.

"I am." Denton rose gracefully and offered me his hand, giving me a silly grin. "But you are better than any workout." He kissed my forehead. "I think it's time to feed you." His gaze shifted to my shoulder, and another memory surfaced when his brows drew together.

I ran my fingers over the tender skin, squinting at my shoulder, seeing teeth imprinted there. A shiver came with the possessiveness of such a move. One that was totally different from what I'd experienced before. This wasn't about power, or pain, or controlling me. For my way thinking, it was about his loss of control and his passion… his love for me. "You'll need to give me a matching mark on the other side." He came closer, the frown disappearing as his body brushed against mine. My cock twitched at how good he smelled. I buried my nose in his chest hair and inhaled deeply, groaning.

"No," he grumbled and pulled back, holding his hands up to ward me off.

My lips curved up, a smile lighting my face when it struck suddenly he had no willpower against me.

I took a step forward, and he dodged back. "Where are you going?" I asked sweetly, following him.

"A shower… we need to shower… eat… we need to eat…" his desperation was cute.

"Okay," I replied, continuing to stalk him into the bathroom, my cock plumping at the acknowledgement I was going to get what I wanted despite Denton's denial. "I'll let you shower with me… for quickness."

"Yeah, right," he groaned and laughed as I lept for him.

"I know I can be quick…" I kissed him hard. "Let's see how quick you can be."