Page 52 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

Huffing, I said, “I needyouto get me off.”

“And why would I do that?” Now there was an evil glint in his eyes.

Was he for real?

His hair bunched beneath my fingers, and the tug made Henry buck against me instinctively. “Because you want to?”

“Not good enough.”

More grinding. “Because I’m asking you to?”

Holding my leg even higher, his jeans-covered-cock brushed against the lower side of mine, under my balls, and the feeling of it being so close to my ass made my mind go blank for a long moment.

“Just asking?”

God,he was such a dick andI fucking wanted him.

“Because I’mbeggingyou to, okay? Please, just get me off, I need it—”

“Now we’re talking,” he said with a low chuckle.

Then he let go of my leg.

“No, don’t stop—”

His hand pushed into my pants and Iwhimpered, like I never had before, because it was the most pleasurable thing I’d felt in my life.

“God, the noises you make, Antony.” Henry trailed biting kisses down my neck. “They make mecrazy.”

“Good. Then we’re on the same page.” I’d tried for a light tone, but with how breathy my voice sounded, I didn’t think it was very convincing.

Henry’s hand brushing my cock up and down, even through my boxers, was the most erotic experience of my life.

“Can I—?”

“Yes.”

I didn’t even need him to finish his sentence.

Whatever he wanted, I was in. Right now, I wantedeverything.

He unbuttoned my pants, taking my cock out, and at the first sight, the first touch of his hand against my naked dick, I had to bury my face in his neck, embarrassed, turned on beyond words.

Right now, I felt so happy, I was near tears.

With a gravelly tone, he said, “Fuck into my hand, Antony.”

And I did. Slowly, I started thrusting into it, into the tight fist of his fingers, and fuck if my balls weren’t already tightening up, ready to burst.

“I want to see you.”

I didn’t want to be alone in this.

“Then take me out,” he ground out, clearly not unaffected by my request.

Unbuttoning his pants, I immediately squeezed the bulge of his cock like I’d imagined doing a hundred times. The answering groan was the stuff wet dreams were made of.

Once out of his boxers, I gave it two hard pumps, entranced by the sight of it, by the precome already beading at his tip.

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