Chapter 12
twelve
Adelaide
I watch Denver as I feed him my cum-soaked tits and I revel in his groan of appreciation. I can safely say no other guy has ever done that before, and I’m here for it.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” he says.
My eyes widen. “You don’t need a minute?” All guys need a minute, don’t they?
He shakes his head. “You’re my own personal aphrodisiac, Adi.”
My smile widens. “Is that so?”
He slaps my ass and my pussy tightens. I’m so glad he’s not done, because I could never be done with Denver Banks.
My goodness, his dick is glorious. Huge, thick, and groomed, if you can believe it. Denver takes care of himself. His body is to die for: rippled abs, a strong chest and pecs, his ass is a gift from the heavens, and tonight he’s all mine.
“Condom,” he whispers. “Can you grab one out of my wallet?”
“If it means I’m about to get your dick inside me, then yes.” I kiss him playfully, then lift off to retrieve his jeans, dumped on the floor just beside the chair. He watches my every move like a predator, stalking its prey.
I climb back over, the foil packet in my hand, and he sits up. “Put it on me.”
I swallow hard. I’ve never had to put a condom on a guy before—they’ve always done it.
I rip the packet, then roll it on as he helps, his hand folding over mine.
When we’re done, he sits up farther, kissing me long and hard, then he whispers against my lips, “I can’t wait to be inside you, baby girl.”
“Hurry,” I tell him. “I need you.”
“What do you need me to do exactly?”
Oh, I can tell he loves this part because his eyes light up every time he makes me tell him in detail what I want. No guy has ever asked me that before. They just did whatever, but Denver is all about pleasing me—that I can tell.
“Fuck my pussy.”
He chuckles against my lips. “Such a foul-mouthed little slut, aren’t you?”
“I am for you.”
He pushes me back gently so my head is on the lower part of the chair.
I watch with hungry eyes as he pulls my hips until my feet are hovering over his shoulders, he’s sitting fully upright now.
Denver reaches between his legs and I feel the head of his big cock tap my sensitive center.
He teases me over and over, sliding it through my wet heat, then tapping rapidly on my clit.
The anticipation is nuclear. He’s getting me revved up all over again.
“Denver,” I whisper. “Please.”
“Can you give me one more, Adi? Let me see you come like this before I have my way with you.”
I rub up and down, trying to gain more friction, but he provides it for me, rubbing his dick all the way through my folds, nudging my sweet spot as he repeats.
He picks up speed, and I’m lost in a world of pleasure.
I cry out when he reaches to pull one nipple hard.
My eyes pop open and we stare at each other as I call out his name.
“That’s it, baby, that’s my good girl.” And then he’s nudging my hole, seeking entry as I try to take control of my breathing. He slides his tip in and I know this man is gonna be a snug fucking fit.
“Oh,” I whisper when he slides in a little more.
His eyes lace with concern.“Are you okay?”
“I’m great,” I say honestly. “It’s just so deep like this.” This man is a god!
His eyes locked on mine and his hands at my hips, he pulls me closer as he thrusts, and just like that he’s all the way in. Pleasure and pain hits me all at once as he stays seated and I keep my eyes on his, my breathing erratic.
“See, we fit so well.”
“Oh, that is big,” I mutter. “Please, D, stop teasing me. Fuck me.”
He grins, then pulls out, and a second later he slams back in, jolting me up the chair.
I would’ve moved, but he has my hips securely in his grasp.
He continues to slowly thrust, in and out, making me feel every single glorious inch of him.
I’ve never had a man this big, and I’ve never had such a good time in the sack—well, a chair, but who’s counting?
“You like that, baby? Your tight pussy is gripping me like a vice.”
Oh, his words.
“Harder.”
He does as I ask, pumping up into me as we find a rhythm. The man with the magic dick has me coming in record time. I tip my head back and scream. I don’t know if it’s his girth, his technique, or the position—probably all three—but I am lost in a sea of pleasure.
He pulls me up so I’m straddling him, my chest in his face as I ride him and he shifts his mouth to my tits. I hold them there so he can play with them, another thing that gets me on fire real quick, and he moves between the two as I give it to him right back.
“So hot,” he mutters against my flesh. “You’re so smoking hot. Come, baby, come so I can flip you over.”
I tilt my head back at his words and I’m gone again.
How many is that now? Oh, who fucking cares.
All of a sudden, he’s turning me over so I’m laying down.
He stands at the short end of the chair and pulls me by the ankles, my legs pressed against his full body as my ass meets his hips.
He finds my entrance again and shoves his way back in.
Oh, he can be brutal, but I’m here for all of it.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he tells me. “You hear that? This isn’t a one-time thing.”
My eyes widen. While they are words I wanted to hear, I’m surprised by his declaration. Maybe he’s in the heat of the moment and not thinking straight?
Our eyes are locked as he pounds into me, unrelenting. This man is a freaking stallion, and he’s hitting me so deep.
I can’t even comprehend his words while he’s in full stealth mode, so I just stare back at him like a deer caught in headlights.
I love hearing he will never get enough of me. I wanted him to say this wouldn’t be a once off, but I don’t know where that leaves us exactly.
From this position, he’s touching places I didn’t even know existed. I can’t hold on. He’s playing my body like his own personal fiddle and I’m helpless to his movements.
I’ve lost count how many orgasms he’s given me. I always thought I was a one and done, or two at best, but I’ve had at least half a dozen, and they keep getting stronger.
“Your body,” he tells me. “It’s perfect. You are perfect.”
Oh, I’m far from it, but this man also does wonders for my ego.
I tilt my head back and he rides out another, not even letting up as I clutch onto his forearms and cuss like a sailor.
Abruptly, he pulls out, reaches down and pulls me into his arms. We kiss again and then I’m landing on the soft, comfy mattress. I scramble back as he swirls his finger and says, “Turn around, ass facing me.”
Oh, boy, he’s not done with my body yet.
I brace my hands on the headboard and then he’s there, right behind me, his front pressed into my back.
He positions himself again, but this time he doesn’t slam in and the tempo changes.
He does, however, curl his hand around the back of my neck as he groans.
Hearing him lose control is a new turn-on for me.
I love that I do this to him. Then he twists my hair around his hand, pulling on it as I tip my head back. Oh, this man.
I thought I enjoyed sex before, but now I realize compared to Denver, it was sub-par. Everything I’ve ever known was pathetic really—not even a one out of ten—then there’s this man smashing elevens like he’s hitting homeruns night after night.
“Yours,” I whisper. “I’m yours, D.”
I feel his mouth on my shoulder. “That took you long enough.”
“I-I love how you make me feel,” I say honestly. “Like I’m the sexiest woman in the room.”
“Not just the room,” he mutters against my skin. “The world. Adi, I don’t deserve this. I wanna make it good for you—”
“You are,” I pant. “Oh, you are. I’m gonna be feeling you for a week.”
He grins against my shoulder, biting down on it as I groan. I stick my ass out, wanting more and he gives it to me. When he cups my tits from behind, I feel like I could rule the world.
Having his hands on me, his praise, his mouth, everything, it’s more than I could have ever hoped for.
“If I can help it, you’ll only ever want it to be me. No man is gonna make you feel like I can, Adi.”
His words send a shiver right through me. I want to believe it so bad, and I do, but then there’s complications that cloud my vision. Don’t think about that right now.
One hand moves down to my hips and he grips me hard. “Come.” He nips my ear. “I’m so fucking close, baby girl.”
I seem to flourish under his praise, my body responding to him like I’m not the one in control anymore. “D,” I start, but I never get his name out. Instead, I’m seeing stars as my orgasm rolls on and on while he grinds his hips against my ass, then stills, grunting out my name in a violent shout.
We’re both heaving, our breaths in sync as he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight.
Holy shit.
That was a rollercoaster ride with several unexpected delights.
“Y-you really know how to move,” I pant.
“Your body does wild things to me, what can I say?” He peppers kisses down my jaw and all over my neck. “I came so hard.”
I can’t believe I just slept with Denver, my crush from all those years ago. The man who saved me from a burning building.
He pulls out, then gives my ass a small slap as I turn and collapse on the bed. I watch him discard the condom, then he waltzes to the bathroom and I marvel at his gorgeous butt.
Is everything about this man literally perfect? Surely he must have some flaws.
I hear the basin run, then a few moments later, he’s bringing back a wash cloth. I mean, he used a condom—which he’s discarded—but the man is still bringing a wash cloth for me. Granted, I’ve had more orgasms than I’ve ever had before, so it’s thoughtful and sweet.
He smirks. “Allow me?”
I blink in surprise. “You really are the whole nine yards, aren’t you, D?”
His smirk turns into a grin as he slowly wipes between my legs and thighs. I’m still a mess, and my heart swells at how endearing he’s being.
“Do you do this for all of your conquests?” I joke.
His eyes lift. “You’re not that, Adi.”
My eyebrows rise in surprise. “Aw, am I special?” I say it mockingly, saving face because I want to hear it, but also not wanting to show him all my cards in one night.
He pinches my chin. “You know you are.” He presses a kiss to my lips.
When he’s done taking care of me, he returns to the bathroom to discard the washcloth, then he slides back onto the bed. “We can shower if you want?”
We.
Holy shit.
“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”
He kisses me chastely. “I like taking care of you.”
“You don’t just mean my needs, do you?”
I’m bewildered when he pulls me to him, my back to his front so we’re spooning. He pulls the duvet over us. “Let’s snuggle first.”
I almost stammer my next words. “Snuggle?”
“Nothing wrong with a good snuggle, Red Robin. Plus, you kinda smell like me now.”
I laugh. “Uh oh. I’m gonna smell even more like you if I use your shower products.”
“I think I like that idea.” He clears his throat, his arms wrapping around me as I yawn. I’m so spent after that marathon. “Do you want to stay here tonight?”
He’s giving me the option to leave?
“Do you want me to stay?”
“Of course. I just don’t want you to feel obligated. I can Uber home with you, that’s if you want to go home?”
Denver won’t even let me Uber alone. This man.
“D, you don’t have to do that. I want to stay, if that’s okay?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want you to.” He kisses my hair. “God, you’re so snuggly.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Are you always this nice? Or is it just me?”
“Usually the women don’t stay over,” he says.
A flash of jealousy goes through my mind but I stamp it out. He’s allowed to have a past, even if it means other women have used that damn sex chair.
“Do you send them packing?”
He laughs into my hair. “Not exactly. I’m weird about sharing my space like that. They know it’s just sex.”
“What about me?” I whisper, unsure if the words even came out.
“I told you. You’re different, Adelaide.”
I smile despite myself. “You could be the world’s biggest player.”
He bumps me with his hips. “I can assure you I’m not.”
“But you could be.”
He turns my head so I’m looking at him. “The truth is? You have me in a chokehold, Princess, and I don’t know what I’m gonna do about it.”
Well, I wasn’t expecting that.