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“You decide.” I shrug.
It’s Saturday night; I have no plans for tomorrow other than resting. For the last week, I’ve struggled with switching off and getting decent sleep. Now that the showcase is done, I’m ready to hibernate for at least the next twenty-four hours.
“Thank you for being so good with George, and I’m sorry he got out of sorts at the end.”
“Don’t thank me, and definitely don’t apologise. When I was his age, I got ratty too at these things. In fact, he did a lot better than I ever did.”
His arm wraps around my shoulders as we start for his Defender, parked a couple of roads away. I’m surprised he drove himself tonight; I expected Andrew to do it since it was a formal event.
“He’s a good kid,” he says fondly.
“I think so too. Even if he is a stickler for his routine.”
“I like my routine too,” he tells me with a low, drawn chuckle, pinning me to the side of his car as he makes to open my door for me. “I like to take you home, get you naked and in my bed so I can fuck you senseless.”
Warm lips press to mine, and I can’t even remember to breathe as he kisses me with a deep growl. His large hands anchor at my waist with the lick and swirl of our tongues.
Heaven. This right here is paradise, and I never want it to end.
* * *
“Stop. Stop, Stop…stop!” The mangled plea bursts from me as I tug my arms violently.
The bite of the stockings knotted around my elbows and knees only drags out the torture when Henry shoves his tongue into my pussy, and I come again. It doesn’t matter how many times I beg; Henry is relentless. He keeps fucking me with his tongue and his fingers. Sucking my soaked flesh into his mouth, he trails his hands over my thighs, pressing them into my chest so that I open wider for him.
I can’t take much more of this. My body is ablaze. Every pore is screaming with sensation. That gaping hole he’s left me with since the first time he fucked me is aching to be filled by him.
“Henry, please.”
“I want more, darling,” he groans with a swipe of his tongue from my crease to my clit. “Every fucking inch, Eve.”
The words have barely made it through the fuzz of my orgasm when he licks lower, and the sensation of him there is as wrong as it is amazing.
“My dirty girl,” Henry hums into me as one of his hands strokes down my thighs, palming my pussy while his tongue flicks over my hole again and again with the unforgiving grind of hand on my sensitive flesh.
“Oh God…Oh God…Henry. Henry, please.” I don’t know whether I’m begging or praying. Regardless, my tortured mewls only urge him on as his hand teases lower and lower and his thumb replaces his tongue, rounding my clenching hole with more and more pressure.
“So fucking tight.” His growl vibrates through me as I yank uselessly at my restraints, and he spits my arousal over my arsehole.
Warm, wet, and God, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt when he spreads my juices and his spit, working his finger inside as I buck and squirm, fighting with the tightly knotted stockings.
“The more you fight and strain, the more it’ll hurt,” Henry purrs, thrusting inside me one knuckle at a time until he’s filling me. “You have no choice but to give me what I want.” Twisting his finger, he fucks my arse in slow motions, again and again, until I’m so desperate for more that I’m breaking myself to chase after it. “And I want to fuck this tight, little hole until you cry.”
“Yes.” I shouldn’t ask for it. I shouldn’t want it. But I do. “Yes, Your Grace.”
His grin trails over me from my pussy to my breasts while he continues fucking my arse with his finger. Meanwhile, his thumb rubs through my folds, curling into my pussy as he pulls my nipple into his mouth.
“Henry…Henry.” My whimpers morph into breathless moans as he settles over me, fucking me with his finger and his thumb while he nips at my breasts, sucking my flesh into his mouth roughly so that I can feel my blood seep through the layers of my skin. He doesn’t stop or give me a moment to gather myself as the heat from his touch pounds through me without mercy or restraint, and I buck and grind and seek him out for more.
“My pretty little whore,” he murmurs over my flesh, thrusting deeper with the curl of his finger and his thumb. “My beautiful darling.”
His words. His touch. I can’t get enough of them. Of him. The fire blazes hotter, shrinking my skin around my screaming bones as my muscles coil, and he fucks me harder. Faster. I’m thrusting and twisting with heavy breaths and a need so great that as he bites down on my breast, it shoots through me, straight to my core, detonating in every cell of my being.
All there is him.
My need of him.
My love for him.
