Page 70 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

“No, well,yesbut…I also wanted.”

Was there anything hotter than Antony admitting that he justwantedto have my cock in his mouth? Doubtful. Though maybe the sight of him slowly, shallowly grinding against my mouth, pushing his hardness against me, looking shy and delirious with lust, was a close second.

“I’ll let you, don’t worry.”

“I’m notworrying—” he said, sweet embarrassment coming off him in waves.

“But first…” My grin threatened to split my face in half as I started pulling down on his trunks, slowly revealing inch after inch of naked, tan skin. “First I’ll show you how to do it.”

His cock was in perfect proportion to Antony’s body. It was flushed red, like the rest of him, the tip shining with a bead of precome already, just begging me to taste it.

“Are you ready?” I asked, breath fanning over it.

A guttural groan was his first response. “Henry you don’t—you don’thave to—”

“Do I look like I don’t want to?” I asked, amused. My chest flooded with warmth at the sight of flustered and turned-on Antony, a sight I’d never even thought to imagine, and believe me, I’d imagined a lot when it came to him.

Fantasy couldn’t even come close to reality.

With shallow breaths, Antony said, “If you’re sure…”

Iwassure. More sure than I’d ever been in my life.

Antony was going to ruin me, I already knew it. Hehadalready ruined me, but I would happily run toward it, again and again, if it meant I could have him.

So with Antony’s confirmation that he was up for this, I lowered my mouth onto his cock and swallowed him to the root.

“Henry. Fuck.”

Antony’s head had immediately pushed back, his body contorting and raising from the bed, but I held him down with my hands on his strong thighs, giving myself free rein to taste him.

It might sound ridiculous, but his was the best cock that I’d tasted. I would swear until my dying breath that his precome had tasted like nectar in my mouth, and once his tip reached my throat, I swallowed around him several times.

“Jesus, Henry,what…Sogood.”

He was blabbering now. His hands were holding onto the sheets with a deathly grip, like he was stopping himself from grabbing onto me and justthrusting, like was about to explode with ecstasy.

Pulling back, I grabbed onto his length with a firm grip, giving it two good pumps as I kept watching him try to contain himself.

“You can fuck into my mouth,” I told him, reaching for his balls and massaging them with my other hand. The high-pitched sound that came out of him, utterneedand desire for me, was going to haunt me forever. “And hold on to my hair. I like it when you do it.”

With those last words, I went to town.

I swallowed his cock like my life depended on it. I’d never been this eager, never felt so desperate to just make someone feel good, but I couldn’t contain myself. I wanted to give Antony every pleasure there was to experience, I wanted him to cry with ecstasy, and so I bobbed my head up and down, using my tongue to give Antony’s member the ride of his life.

Antony was a bit hesitant at first, only pushing shallowly into me, like the pleasure was too much for him to take all at once. His hand did come to my hair through, fingers caressing my scalp until he got a good grip, andfuckif my cock didn’t jump again when he gave me a tug.

He was mostly holding onto me like a lifeline, not pushing my head to his dick, which I didn’t mind because I could see in his eyes that he was getting off on me being in charge. On me doing this to him and taking him apart.

With his shallow thrusts, though, his bare ass was coming closer and closer to me, and with my hands having shifted to hold on to it, my fingers intuitively wandered toward his perfect, tight entrance.

I barely brushed my pinky finger against it, but the moan and hard thrust that it elicited gave me such a rush, I just had to ask.

Quickly pulling out, I fisted his tip, which was now leaking in earnest. “Have you ever touched yourself here?” With my finger, I traced soft, barely-there circles around his rim.

I was definitely expecting him to just saynoeven if he was clearly sensitive there, but he said, “I’ve tried, a few times. It was kind of hard.”

Something elsewas currently hard, and it was currently wetting my hand. “Did you like it?”

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