“Henry…” I slid off him and sunk to my knees, peering up at him through my lashes. “Please fuck me. Use me. I’m yours.”
“Mine,” he growled, pulling himself to his full height.
“Yes, Henry.”
His pupils dilated as I reached for his belt and loosened it before lowering the zipper on his pants. When I freed his erection from his boxer briefs, heat pooled low in my belly, my mouth salivating when I noticed pre-cum glistening on his tip.
“I’m yours.”
“Mine,” he repeated, digging his fingers through my hair with one hand as he fisted his length with the other. “But first, I need you naked. Need to see how wet your cunt gets when I fuck your mouth.”
My skin prickled with heat, my pulse skyrocketing. I loved when Henry was like this. Loved how he didn’t hold back with me.
How he didn’t treat me like I was broken.
With my eyes glued to his, I slowly stood. The gentleman he was, he touched a hand to my hip, helping me back to my feet. Then I yanked my shirt over my head, before shoving my jeans down my legs. His gaze followed every inch of exposed skin, darkening with each piece of clothing I shed.
When I unclasped my bra, something that sounded like a growl filled the space between us, his eyes flaming with lust.
It didn’t matter how many times he’d seen me naked. He always looked at me as if it were the first time.
As if he were in awe of my beauty.
When I pushed my panties down and stepped out of them, cool air kissed my skin, but his stare burned hotter.
He touched my cheek again as he brought his lips back to mine, his kiss slow and reverent before he pulled back, his stare becoming harsh once more.
“Now get on your knees and let me use your mouth.”
I lowered myself back to my knees and looked up at him as he brought his erection up to my mouth.
“Open for me,” he ordered.
I eagerly followed his command, parting my lips for him.
“Is that the best you can do?” He smirked, stroking his cock. “You’ll need to open wider to fit all of me.”
I did as he asked, loosening my jaw and widening my mouth.
“Good girl,” he soothed as he slid his erection past my lips.
I ran my tongue along his length, moaning at the first taste of him.
“You like that, don’t you? Like having your mouth filled with my cock?”
I moaned again, his words turning me on even more. I never thought I’d be the type of woman to enjoy doing this. Not after Victor.
But Henry helped me take back everything Victor stole from me.
And now I wanted to help Henry take back some of the control he felt he’d lost.
“You have no idea how fucking beautiful you look,” he panted, increasing his motions as he gripped my face, holding me in place. “On your knees. Naked. Those lips wrapped around my cock.”
A few tears fell from my eyes, but I didn’t try to retreat. Instead, I grabbed his ass, forcing him even deeper.
“Fuck, baby. How the hell did I get so damn lucky to have you in my life?”
He thrust harder and deeper, his grip on my head not allowing me to escape. I kept my gaze locked on his, his eyes growing wild, and I could sense his impending release.
