Page 53 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

“Don’t look at it like that, I’m not letting you suck me.”

My tongue instinctively went out to wet my lips, the thought mouthwatering. I looked back at him sheepishly, heat coming to my cheeks. “But will you let me?”

A pained noise. “Fine. But another time.”

I chuckled. “Who the fuck sounds like that when a blow-job is being offered?”

“Someone that’s trying not to come in the next two seconds.”

My lips twitched.

I loved that it was me doing this to him. Making the untouchable Heartbreaker look so undone.

“It’s okay. You’re just very excited, nothing wrong about that.”

Henry bit his lip, trying to hide a smile and failing, then kissing me silly again.

“Fuck into my hand, Antony. I want to see you come.”

How could I refuse?

I started thrusting again and I let him do the same into my hand. At one point, though, I started almost instinctively timing my thrusts with his, and when he raised his knee so each time I moved my asshole ground against it, even through my jeans, I was almost done for.

“God, please.”

I didn’t know why I was begging. I buried my head on Henry’s shoulder again, muffling my pleas for release, imagining his cock pumping into my ass, andI just couldn’t take it.

Especially with the soft praise coming into my ear, Henry telling me how good I was doing, how gorgeous I was, how much he wanted me and encouraging me to make myself come.

“Henry,” I gasped as my orgasm started to hit.

It started in my core and it went down to my toes. It was so strong, I was left open-mouthed and gasping as I thrust into his hand, again and again, emptying myself and ruining his shirt, which apparently triggered his own orgasm.

The hand he had on my nape tightened, tugging my hair as he came all over me.

“Fuck,” he gasped against my hair and after a second, put a kiss there before holding me closer to him. We were both dirty and covered with come, but we didn’t care. I let go of his spent cock and welcomed his embrace.

We stayed there, panting, until our heartbeats calmed and the fear that Henry would pull back and ignore me again filtered into my thoughts.

As if reading my mind, Henry did push me back, taking in my expression. He leaned into me until our foreheads touched, a surprisingly intimate gesture that made my chest feel warm.

“You’ll have to change your shirt,” I said, feeling too satisfied that it was covered with my come.

Henry chuckled. “Smug, are you?”

My smile couldn’t be contained.

He leaned back to stare at me and my grin for a long moment before leaning into me again and kissing me. Softer this time. A languid, post-release kiss, one that meant almost even more than the first one.

“Well, you’re either going down with my come on your T-shirt, or you’re going home with one of mine.”

“Territorial, much?” I asked, heart fluttering.

“You have no idea.”

Only I did. Because I knewIfelt more territorial than a lion protecting his territory, and for once, I wanted to lean into it instead of rejecting the feeling.

“I think I do,” I ended up saying.

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