Page 86 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

Taking hold of my legs, he pulled me roughly to the edge of the bed, hooking them around his hips and putting his arm on the mattress by my head, looming over me, dark and threatening.

“That snarky mouth of yours will get you in trouble, darling. Better be careful.”

“What if trouble is exactly what I’m looking for?” I asked, feeling dizzy with desire.

Against my lips, Henry whispered, “Then you found it.”

A hard kiss was all he gave me before he started kissing and biting my neck again. I’d told him how much I liked it, and from then on, Henry had been taking full advantage of it, andJesus. The way he was pawing me with his strong hands, touching me everywhere, thrusting with his boxers still on against my ass in a mock-fuck that could make me come all too quickly.

“Please,just…”

“Shhh. Patience.”

Patience?I was probably one of the most patient people I knew, but when it came to Henry Campbell, I wanted everything and I wanted itnow.

Taking his sweet time fingering me, I groaned and bucked as he slowly unraveled me, making me curse him and whimper and moan, while all he did was singmypraises in my ear, sounding a little evil, a little wicked as he whispered how gorgeous I was, how prettily my body responded and good he was going to make me feel.

That, more than anything, made me feelshyandneedylike I’d never felt before. It felt like he was puncturing me with a knife, exploring my insecurities, toying with them with his fingers and pushing the buttons that most hurt. That I most needed. That made me the most desperate and aching for more. More praises, more touch, morehim.

“Henry, please, justfuck me. I’mready,” I groaned into his ear, the end a bit high-pitched, because I just couldn’t control my voice anymore, I wasthat gone.

“I’ll fuck you good whenever I’m ready, darling, and I’m going to fill that gorgeous ass with my thick cock until all you see are stars and youthank mefor it with that sweet, snarky mouth.”

The low whimper that came out of me when he punctuated that with his fingers on my prostate was telling. It was embarrassing in the best way. And it was apparently all the encouragement that Henry needed, because suddenly, he couldn’t wait anymore, and he was taking out his fingers from my ass, stepping out of his boxers, and getting his hard length suited up and full of lube so he couldfinallyput it inside me.

“This might sting a bit.”

“Justdo it.” I was on the verge of tears. I needed him inside menow.

He let out a half-chuckle, half-groan. “And then you callmebossy,” he muttered to himself before finally,finally, I felt his crown kiss my rim and push against it, hard and wet with lube.

It did sting a bit. Henry’s cock inside me was nothing like fingers had been, but once I got used to the fullness of it, the way every thought in my mind dissipated until the only thing that existed was us?

Then it was Heaven.

I softly thrust my ass against him so he’d start moving, and he did.

He did.

Every slow, sensual thrust was tearing a deep moan out of me. Henry’s brows were set with concentration, sweat starting to bead on his forehead, and when he gave me the first hard,fastthrust, I closed my legs around his middle, clutching onto him so hard, no one could have made me let go.

“Yes.”

“You want it hard and fast?” Henry’s voice soundedruinedalready and we’d barely started.

I nodded. “Yes. Yes,please.”

There was no shame or shyness in me now.

And Henry gave me what I asked for.

He started pushing into me, reaching deep, keeping a ruthless pace, his skin slapping against mine, again and again, and all I could do was hold on to him, rake my fingers through his back as Henry molded his chest to mine and fucked me like we were the last two people on Earth.

Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing had ever felt thisright, like all these years I’d been waiting for this, longing and yearning and wishing for something I couldn’t put into words, and Henry’s ragged breathing against my neck, his words of praise and the exploding pleasure inside my body were all of my prayers being answered.

“God, Antony, you feel so good. Nothing’s ever felt this good.”

It was almost like he was talking to himself, and the knowledge only made the fire inside me burn brighter and more urgent.

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