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Fucking Valerie Cross was a dream that I never wanted to wake up from.
“Denver!” she cried, pulling away from me. With a growl, I twisted her face away from me to drag my tongue up the column of her neck, picking up speed.
“You’re going to take my cock like a good little slut, you hear me?” My voice was gruff, and I was barely hanging on. She was tight, hot, and so fuckingwet.
“Yes, Smoke. Yes!”
I loved it when she called me that.Smoke.I loved the way her pussy spasmed around me when I talked dirty to her even more. “Look at you, spread out on a pile of hay with the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had,” I rasped, leaning up a bit. She was fucking work of art and I knew I would be under her spell forever. “So, God damn beautiful. It should be a fucking sin.”
Her fingers gripped the hair at the base of my neck. Her eyes were hooded as she looked up at me and whispered, “You are beautiful, Denver.”
I pulled all the way out and slammed into her. “Was trying to stay away from you, baby. I didn’t want to you ruin you.”
She shook her head, snaking her hands up the back of my shirt. “Ruin me, Denver.”
Fucking hell.
With that, I buried my face in her neck andfucked. She hung on, her hands in my hair as she moaned and pleaded for mercy. My hands dropped down to her hips, lifting them so I could fuck her deeper—harder.“Fuck, yeah,” I grunted, pounding into her little pussy harder. “Take it, Val.”
“Den,” she moaned. Our skin slapped together savagely as I grunted into hers, fucking her like an animal in the hay. Her body started to shake around me and I knew she was close.
“Milk my dick, Enchantress. Make it yours,” I growled before biting down on her neck. At my words, her body arched as her nails clawed at my back. A cry left her throat, and I pressed my lips over hers, swallowing it. Her pussy milked my cock so good that my balls tightened, and white spots dotted my vision. My hips moved faster, harder, ruining her for any other man.
“Valerie,” I groaned, the sound guttural as I released inside of her. Fear clawed its way deep into my gut and I knew one thing.
I wasn’t the one who ruined her.
She ruined me.
“WhyDenver?”
“Hm?” I rumbled, my hand on her back pausing.
We were back in bed. Her head was on my chest, her silky hair spread over my shoulder, her breasts pressed against my side, and her long, luscious leg thrown over mine. After the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life, I carried Valerie back to the house, my shirt over her naked body. After getting into the bedroom, I took her into the shower and washed her. Part of the reason was to take care of her, the other part was to make sure that my marks were there.
The fucked-up monster in me enjoyed seeing my bruises on her hips. I wanted to mark every inch of her to let every person know she belonged to me.
There was no going back after tonight.
“Do you know why your parents named you Denver?” she asked softly, her fingers playing with my chest hair.
A surprised and unexpected chuckle left me. My hand resumed trailing up and down her back, the moonlight hitting her skin. “My mom. She was the one who named me. She and Pops had a deal. She would get to name their first child, boy or girl, and he would name all the rest. She wanted the first,” I explained.
“Why just the first?”
My brow furrowed in the darkness.
Tell her. Tell her the truth. Let her in.
“My momma struggled to get pregnant. They had two miscarriages before me.”
“Oh, that’s awful,” she whispered, pain in her voice. My throat bobbed.
“She told Pop she wanted the honor of naming the first child who survived. He gave her that. When she named me Denver, according to Pop, the nurses thought she was crazy…”
Valerie remained silent, waiting for me to continue.
“Before my growth spurt in the second grade, I used to get teased a lot about it. Kids thought it was a stupid name. Hell, I even hated it. One day, I was so mad at her over it, I came home and demanded we get it changed to something normal. Like John or Matthew.”
