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“Excuse me?” I ask incredulously, ready to push back off and turn on him for making me wait too long when the unmistakable crinkle of a condom wrapper makes me pause.
“Yes?” I can only imagine the smug smile on his lips as he undoes his zipper and rolls the condom onto his massive length. My core pulses, remembering just how much he stretched me the last time, which is the only reason I hold my tongue.
“I hate you,” I grumble, but I press myself back eagerly, betraying how much I don’t hate at least one part of him.
“I hate you too,” he groans as he pushes my skirt up to reveal my mostly bare ass.
I nearly whimper at the sound, apparently forgetting the fact that we’re both declaring our hatred for one another as he pulls my thong to the side.
“Do you want my cock, Hart?” he asks, teasing the head through my wet folds.
“Denver,” I growl his name in frustration, about to tell him off for teasing me when he steals the words from my lips.
“I need to hear you say yes, Aria,” he murmurs, nipping the shell of my ear. A shiver of need shoots down my body and my pussy clenches.
“Yes,” I breathe, pressing myself back against the head of his thick length. “Give me your cock, now.”
“So demanding,” he groans, clearly enjoying the command as he sinks into me.
We both let loose a breath of relief, staying like that for just a moment as my core stretches around him. He slips one hand from my hip, and pushes the front of my thong to the side.
“So fucking wet,” he groans as he circles around my clit. I shudder at the jolt of pleasure and press back on him, urging him on. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready,” I growl, about to fling a torrent of curses at him when he rocks his hips, sharply pulling out and thrusting back into me. My words turn into a moan at the sudden pleasure that shoots through me with the delicious friction.
“Shh,” he whispers, his other hand sliding up the curve of my body to cup my breast. “Or do I need to cover your mouth?”
A rush of excitement shoots through me at that thought, but I shake my head no, not willing to admit that I want him to.
“Good,” he says, rocking into me again. I let loose a shaky exhale as he does it again, my eyes rolling back in my head at the pleasure he’s wrenching from my body.
His hands work together with the long, languid strokes of his cock to build me higher. One rolls my nipple through my shirt and thin bra, while the other one circles around my clit, building my flames of desire higher with each caress.
He pumps into me slowly at first but his pace increases with each thrust until I’m barely able to keep my mouth clamped shut. A whimper slips through, urging him on, but with the next slam of his cock my lips tremble and I cry out, unable to keep the sounds of pleasure at bay any longer.
“Hart,” he groans, but he doesn’t slow his thrusts. No, my cries only seem to drive him on and he thrusts into me even harder. I try to keep quiet but it’s too much.
Just when I think I’m about to lose all sense of control and throw caution to the wind, Denver cups his hand over my mouth, muffling the scream that is about to leave my lips. Relief floods through me at the added barrier, giving me a bit of freedom to let the sounds of lust spill out without risking being heard outside.
“Too fucking perfect,” he murmurs, and I’m almost sure he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. I push the words from my mind, telling myself it’s just sex. The line is so thin between animosity and lust, but that’s all it is. I don’t hold back now, letting my cries bounce off of his massive palm and vibrate through it. I can’t deny I enjoy the satisfaction of hearing his own muffled groans in response and knowing he’s having a hard time keeping quiet himself.
He pounds into me again and again, his fingers working me in time with his movements. Each stroke brings me closer and closer to that precipice.
“Someone’s going to hear you,” he grunts, but he doesn’t stop his desperate thrusts. Instead, he slips his index finger between my lips, cutting off the cry that was about to vibrate around his hand.
I honestly debate biting the damn thing, but the fullness in my mouth coupled with the pleasure coursing through my veins gives me an even better idea.
He pulls in a sharp breath, muttering a curse as I suck on his finger and then run my tongue up the length of it.
“Dammit,” he curses as I bob on his finger, letting him imagine what I could do to his cock and delighting in his agony. But that satisfaction is replaced by another kind as he works his fingers faster on my clit, his thrusts becoming wild and desperate now.
I whimper around his finger, clamping my lips down on it as I work to keep silent.
“Come for me, Hart,” he begs, his voice shaky as he obviously holds himself back. That tortured sound pushes me over the edge and waves of ecstasy crash over me. My core clenches around him and he fucks me through my orgasm, prolonging the delicious pleasure. He frantically slides his hand from beneath my panties and back to my hip, pressing his cock into me as it pulses with his release.
Denver’s finger slips from my lips to rest on my chin and my breaths come in ragged pants, my heart beating wildly against my ribs. He tilts my face back to meet his, and his mouth closes on mine in a scorching kiss. I lose myself in the feeling of his lips against mine, forgetting for just a moment that we’re supposed to be enemies.
His tongue caresses mine in long, languid strokes and it takes every ounce of strength that I have left to keep myself upright. Warmth spreads through my body, leaving my knees weak.
