Page 71 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

“Kind of. Never got a good angle, though.”

Before I could think better of it, I asked, “Do you want me to finger you?”

The flash in his eyes answered me before he did with a curt, turned-on nod.

Not wasting a second, I went to my nightstand to get the lube, then I went back to my new favorite place, which was right between Antony’s thighs.

Tugging on them, his ass slid to the end of the bed in the perfect position for me to finger and suck him both. He watched all of this pushed up onto his elbows, his lower lip disappearing beneath his teeth. I wanted to push myself up and bite it, fuck his mouth with my tongue again, but if I did we’d get derailed and that just wouldn’t do.

Putting a big dollop of lube on my fingers, I circled his pucker again. Antony clenched and unclenched, and I wasn’t even inside him yet, but I could already imagine the heavenly pressure of his channel on my fingers.

“Relax, okay? I’m not going to hurt you. We’ll go slow.”

With a nod, his lower body almost immediately loosened, which was surprising, but not more shocking than the overwhelming feeling inside my chest at the clear sight of just how much he trusted me. He barely even tensed as I fit my first finger into him, instead bucking shallowly toward me, breath hitching as he shyly asked for another one.

“You want another one, darling?” I asked with ragged breath, overcome with warmth and pleasure at the sight of him. “You need one more finger in that hungry, gorgeous ass?”

Antony’s breathing hitched. “Please.”

God, he looked so pretty when he was begging. I told him just that, along with another trail of filth that made him grind even harder against my fingers.

“That’s good, darling, you’re doing so good.”

And hewas. He was melting like butter under the sun. His length had softened a bit since we started, but leaning into him, I sucked good and hard on his tip, using my tongue to play with it, and it was like all the blood rushedthereat once.

“Henry…” His pitiful plea almost hurt my heart.

I wanted him as ruined with desire and longing as I was.

I wanted him to keep begging, to keep blushing at my praise, silently but intently seeking more of it, and I wanted to give him everything he ever wanted.

Which included the strongest orgasm of his life.

Two fingers would be enough for today, and finding his prostate, I started brushing my fingers against it in earnest, again and again, all the while I sucked him all the way to the root.

“Fuck.”

All the people outside the house right now weren’t even a thought to me. Antony and I were the only two people in the world, the only ones who mattered, and my purpose in this life was to keep Antony moaning, writhing, groaning gutturally as he tried to fuck himself harder against my fingers and into my mouth.

His hand had reached again for my hair, and looking up from his base, I saw the awed look on his face. Like I was a dream come true, every birthday present come at once, like someone had just told him magic was real and I was the living proof of it.

Fuck.

My cock was now leaking profusely. I wasn’t even touching it, I was trying to fuck empty air, but I knew that as soon as I put my hand around it later, I was going to blow.

Antony was getting close too, judging by the urgent sounds he was making, the soft encouragements and pleas he kept voicing.

“Please, Henry,please.”

I wanted this moment tattooed into my brain. I wanted Antony’s dilated pupils to be the first thing I remembered in the morning, and his begging requests would be what I would hear every time I took myself in hand for the foreseeable future.

Giving him what he wanted wasn’t an option, it wasnecessary. So I sucked him harder, pushed against his prostate more ruthlessly, and kept an unforgiving pace that in a matter of seconds, was taking him apart.

His broken cry signaled the beginning of his orgasm. With my free hand, I grabbed his ass and pushed him further into my mouth, so he would come in my throat, and he did. Pulsing, I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his hot seed, while he kept trying to fuck himself onto my fingers.

God, what I wouldn’t give for those to be my cock.

Panting, I let us recover for a few seconds before standing up, slowly pulling out from his ass. No sooner my feet were on the floor, Antony’s hand reached for me, making me fall on my knees on top of my bed, my dirty hand falling beside his head as I tried not to squash him with my weight.

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