Chapter 24 #2
His tongue continued to circle my clit with precision, and I almost crushed his head with my thighs when he swiped across a sensitive spot.
His smile was wicked as he gripped me in a death grip and opened my legs wide.
“Keep these legs open for me. I want to lick, suck, and eat every fucking inch of you.”
All I could do was moan. I was reeling and overstimulated with the way he devoured my pussy, by the feel of his calloused hands on my thighs, and by the heat of his body warming mine.
“Say you understand, Kenny,” he commanded.
Who the hell was this man?
With every command he gave me, I was eager to obey. To do whatever he desired. It was madness.
“I-I understand,” I said through a heaved breath.
“Good girl.” Oh, the way my pussy clenched at the praise was blistering.
He didn’t waste any more time and consumed me.
He didn’t come up for air. He just licked and nipped my outer labia, and kept sucking my clit and swiping his tongue back and forth, then in circles, until I was throbbing painfully against his mouth.
One of his fingers slowly entered me, and I clenched around the sudden intrusion.
It burned, but it was the good kind of fire—the kind I wanted to lie on and let swallow me whole.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he rasped against me as he continued to finger me slowly.
I was so close, I couldn’t form any coherent thoughts or sentences.
When his finger found my sensitive spot, he brushed his middle finger across my clit to pick some of my arousal and slowly entered the second digit.
His temple rested against my thigh as he looked at—no—admired me.
His eyes were hooded and glassy, his face was coated with my arousal, and that just did something to me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin.
My pussy clenched around his fingers at his praise. “Henry.”
“You look so fucking pretty with my fingers inside your cunt and desperately moaning my name. God, Kenny. You’re a goddamn dream, baby.”
My pussy clenched again.
“Does my pretty girl like being praised?” he asked in a husky tone, his smile playful and knowing. I should have guessed Henry was going to read me like an open book in bed, just like he did during our day-to-day interactions.
I nodded with a bite of my lip. I couldn’t deny it; every praise he gave me was like his words were fingertips, touching me everywhere at once.
His fingers picked up the pace, sliding out of me faster and harder as his thumb found my clit and started to brush it in circles. “You’re doing so good for me. Such a good girl.” He dropped a kiss on my hipbone. “That’s it. Keep taking my fingers, let’s get you nice and stretched for my cock.”
“Oh, G—” I stopped myself and choked out, “Henry, fuck,” instead. I was so close, my lower belly was tight, and my feet curled as shivers ran down my spine.
“You gonna come for me, Kenny?” He kissed my thigh and shot me one of his panty-melting smiles. “You ready to make a mess on my face and my hand?”
I couldn’t handle his dirty words anymore; I was going to detonate any second if he continued. “Henry, I swear to—” My words got lodged in my throat when he curled his fingers and latched his mouth on my clit with a long, hard suck.
That’s all it took.
The orgasm rippled through me with unavoidable force.
My core tightened, my clit throbbed, and my body felt like a wave crashed violently against me.
My legs shook, and I tried to squirm away, but Henry wrapped an arm around me and held me in place as he continued to drink every ounce of me.
I chanted his name over and over again as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of me lazily, prolonging my release until I couldn’t give him anymore.
My hand reached for his wrist to stop him. “I can’t anymore,” I whined.
He chuckled as he slipped his fingers out of me then hovered over me. “You did good, baby.” His lips met mine in a soft kiss, and I moaned against his mouth at the taste of him and my arousal mixed. “But we’re far from over.” He dropped a kiss on my shoulder and mumbled, “I’ll be right back.”
He strode out of my room, and a few moments later, he came back with a condom in his hand.
My heart throbbed wildly in anticipation.
This was it. This was happening. There was no turning back. I was going to be added to the endless sexual conquest list of Henry Anderson.
Surprisingly, I didn’t care. I knew what I was signing up for when I was determined to knock on his door. One unforgettable night.
After all, I wasn’t ready for something serious with anyone, and I couldn’t ever see a man like Henry settling down. It was why this made sense.
He took his boxer briefs off, letting his cock bob free.
My mouth instantly watered at the sight of it.
He made quick work of the condom and rolled it on his length, then, without a word, and with predatory, hungry steps, he closed the distance between us and wrapped his hand around my throat and owned my mouth.
His kisses were punishing, and every bit intoxicating, like a drug I knew I shouldn’t be consuming but wanted more of.
They were fierce, like silent promises that he was going to rock my world.
He turned me around and pushed my head against the pillow. I arched my back, and there I was—splayed for him on all fours. I’d never felt so exposed. It was nerve-wracking.
His hand caressed my thighs then my ass as he dropped a kiss on the center of my back. “You look so fucking stunning like this. Ready to take my cock like a good girl,” he whispered against my skin.
All I could do was moan at his words, because he was right. I was desperate to feel him inside me. Eager for him to make me feel good.
His thumb brushed my clit in lazy circles, pulling another moan out of me, but the pillows drowned the sounds. “Relax for me.”
And so I did. I arched my back even more while relaxing my shoulders and chest against the mattress.
The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, and I fisted the bed sheets until my knuckles turned white and the palm of my hands became numb.
It was too much. He was thick and long, and I was suddenly becoming very aware of how difficult this was going to be.
“Breathe for me, Kenny baby. You got this,” Henry murmured as he continued to circle my clit.
The nickname I loved so much rolling off his lips made me relax and breathe out a bit as he slid in a few more inches. And, oh my God, was it good.
He dropped another kiss on my back, causing his cock to slide in one more inch. “You’re doing so good. That’s it. Can you take more?” His voice was tight, like he was holding himself back. I hated that.
I wanted to be wholeheartedly absorbed by him and this moment. I didn’t want this moment to be sweet. I wanted to be fucked.
I looked over my shoulder. “You said you were going to fuck me senseless. So, go ahead, pretty boy. Show me what you got.”
He licked his bottom lip then nipped it to suppress a smile. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”
“I’m not looking for a gentleman, Henry. I want a man who can fuck me,” I retorted.
A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest as he shook his head. “Wrong thing to say,” he said, his voice thick and gravelly.
Before I could reply with another retort, a loud cry escaped my lips instead when he gripped my hips and, without wasting one more second, filled me to the hilt.
We stilled for a few beats. My heart was in my throat. My core had never felt so tight, and it was hard to breathe with how full I was.
Henry fisted my curls and pressed my back against his chest. Stars danced around the corners of my eyes at how deep he felt in this position.
Without a word and a few ragged breaths, he started to pound into me.
Skin met skin with thrust after animalistic thrust. I fucking loved it. It was exactly what I was craving.
“Got nothing to say now?” he asked roughly, the warmth of his breath prickling my skin.
I heaved a laugh. It was hard to speak with how hard and through he was fucking me, but I managed to grit out, “Harder.”
“I swear you’re going to be the death of me,” he growled.
A whimper slipped past my lips when Henry slid out of me. I was already missing the fullness of him and the heat of his skin against mine. He turned me around and laid me on the bed then grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath my lower back.
“What are you—” I didn’t get to finish my question, because without missing a beat, he swiped the head of his cock against my center and entered me again. “Oh,” I moaned and shut my eyes at the intense sensation. The way my hips were positioned, I could feel him even deeper.
The moment was inexplicable. I was overwhelmed—in a haze of him. The way his bergamot, vetiver scent filled my nostrils, his grunts, his words—everything.
Henry gripped the back of my head, gently forcing me to stare at where we were connected. “Look at how well you take my cock, Kennedy. So fucking good,” he moaned.
I couldn’t stop staring, even if I tried.
My eyes raked over every inch of him. The tightness of his jaw, the way his eyes were locked on where we were connected, completely enthralled.
His sweaty hair clung to his forehead, and he gnawed his bottom lip, trying to hold back his grunts.
My clit throbbed, and I reached for it, rubbing it in quick circles as my eyes settled where his cock continued to pump in and out of me with precision.
His eyes tracked the movement. “Greedy girl. You’re ready for another orgasm?”
“Yes. I’m close,” I choked out. Breathing was a difficult task, but I didn’t care.
He kept pounding into me harder, rougher, and wilder. And it was like magic, the way Henry fucked me. The way our bodies molded together. It was like a moth to a flame. Explosive. Unstoppable.
I tried to shut my eyes as my orgasm was quickly building, but Henry gripped my cheeks between his fingers and forced me to look at him.
It was impossible to describe how feral and uncontrolled he looked.
Like he couldn’t get enough out of me, of this moment, and he wanted to commit every movement, every touch to memory.
“I want your eyes on me while you come around my cock, Kennedy. I’ve been waiting for this moment since the day I met you.”
His confession sent a ripple of shock through me.
Had I heard him right? He had been wanting me for that long? There was no way.
I kept touching myself harder and faster, and my pussy clenched around him as my climax kept building like a tidal wave surging toward shore.
“Come for me, Kenny. Please, I need it.” His plea was all it took to send me over the edge.
As I climaxed, Henry’s thrusts became wilder.
There was no rhyme or reason for the way he was thrusting in and out of me.
It was pure, animalistic need as he continued to hit that spot deep inside of me.
He thrusted once, twice more, then rested his forehead against my shoulder as his whole body tensed and his cock swelled inside me.
Every feeling, every moment I’d spent with Henry hit me like a truck. How had this happened? How did I go from disliking him to having the best sex of my goddamn life?
Our breathing was labored and in sync as he slipped out of me, then his body sagged on the mattress next to me.
I sighed in awe. “That was…” There were no words. I was still in a haze.
He laughed, wrapping his arm around me and dropping a kiss to my forehead. “I know. Fucking insane.”