I expected him to pull out like he usually did when he was on the cusp of orgasm. He didn’t. He held my gaze, arching a single brow, as if asking for permission.
I couldn’t deny him what he wanted right now even if I wanted to.
But I didn’t want to.
Instead, I gave a small nod.
A growl tore from him as he increased his rhythm, setting a punishing pace as I struggled to breathe. And in that moment, as he drove in and out of my mouth, his hold unrelenting, I felt everything he’d kept locked up the past few days, weeks, months, years leave him as he used me to chase away his demons.
Just like I used him to chase away mine last night.
When I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, he stopped thrusting, warm streams of cum coating my mouth and throat. I sputtered and gagged, but Henry didn’t pull back. If anything, he held me tighter.
“Don’t even think about it. Take all of it, Ariana. Take all of me.”
I swallowed as he forced his cock deeper still. Even when the last bit of cum left him, he kept his erection in my mouth until he was sure I’d swallowed it all.
Only then did he pull back, allowing me to finally suck in a gasping breath. Before I knew what was happening, he wrapped his hand around my arm and yanked me to my feet, slamming his lips against mine.
“That was fucking incredible, Ariana.”
He forced his tongue past my lips once more, licking the inside of my mouth.
“I love the way I taste on you.” he panted, peppering kisses along my jaw and neck. “Now would you like your reward?”
“My reward?” I arched a brow.
He gave a slow nod. “Good girls get rewarded.”
He trailed his hand along my hip and slid it across my waist before dipping it between my legs, feeling how wet I was.
I moaned, and he crushed his lips against mine, steering me toward the bed as he continued teasing me. I was so damn on edge. For the longest time, I didn’t think I’d ever feel anything remotely like this again.
Didn’t think I deserved to feel pleasure.
Now I never wanted to go another day without feeling the things Henry brought out of me.
He removed his fingers and carefully lowered me onto the bed before crawling on top of me, his lips traveling along my collarbone, between my breasts, and moving to one of my nipples. When he took it in his mouth, his teeth scraping against it, I bowed off the bed, releasing a strangled cry.
Not because it hurt.
Because it felt too damn good.
“Please, Henry. I need to feel you. Need you inside me.”
He nibbled on my nipple again before circling his tongue against it, the combination of pleasure and pain almost too much.
“I told you. Good girls get rewarded.”
“You can reward me by fucking me,” I replied, nearly out of my mind.
“Soon. But allow me to return the favor first.”
He snaked down my body, pushing my thighs wide.
I held my breath, anticipation coiling within as I waited to feel his mouth on me.
But I didn’t. Not right away.
