Chapter 6 I’m so Fucked
I’M SO FUCKED
AMIRA
My body is trembling, stretched tight and unraveling all at once.
Henson’s mouth is still on me. I reach for him, not even thinking—just needing. Needing to touch him, ground myself, feel something that isn’t just the dizzying wave of sensation crashing through me.
With a firm grip on his hair, I begin to thrust my hips up to meet his tongue. The feeling of his mouth on my pussy is wild and so full of hunger, it makes me shiver.
“Fuck, Henson. Your mouth,” I whimper, arching for more.
He growls in response, as if I’ve just lit a match inside him, and devours me like I’ve never been eaten before.
I can barely breathe. My body feels so alive, humming with pleasure.
“I’m so close,” I moan, just as he slips two fingers inside me, and I cry out in ecstasy, my orgasm exploding.
Henson’s hands are steady on my hips. They’re massive, wrapping around me as if made to hold me still. And God, the way they handle me makes my whole body ache.
I coax him up, pulling him closer until he’s hovering over me, and kiss him, hard, tasting my arousal on his lips.
His hands move across my body, memorizing every inch, every sound I make when he touches me just right.
“You’re driving me insane, Mira. You have no idea what you do to me.”
He shrugs off his shirt and slides out of his pants, then settles above me again. I can’t help but drink in the sight of him—all broad chest and carved lines and hands that could break me if they wanted to.
I gasp at the press of his hard cock, and I look down. It’s… perfect. Thick, veiny, with the slightest curve.
My body arches instinctively, every part of me drawn to him like gravity.
“Tell me you want this,” he says, his forehead pressed to mine, voice shaking, barely holding it together. “Tell me I’m not the only one losing my mind right now.”
“I’ve never wanted anything more.”
When the words slip out of my mouth, that’s the moment I know I’m in trouble.
His hand cups my face gently. “I’m going to fuck you now, nice and slow until you come all over my cock.
” His thumb brushes over my cheekbone as he holds my gaze.
“After that, I’m going to fuck you again, claiming you and your body.
Fast and raw, enough for your perfect cunt to weep for me.
” I cling to him like a lifeline, like maybe if I hold tight enough, I won’t come apart again.
“Then, I’m going to fill you up until all you feel is my cum inside you. ”
His words undo me, pulling a helpless sound from my throat.
“Do you understand?”
I nod, because it’s all I can manage. My lips part, but no sound comes out—just breath and need.
“No. Use your words, Amira,” he commands.
I swallow hard, trying to steady the chaos in my chest. My voice is hoarse. “Yes, I understand.”
He smiles then. “Good girl.”
My body is trembling beneath his, craving more. He leans in, brushing his lips along my jaw. “Tell me you’re mine tonight.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m yours.”
His mouth finds mine again—slower this time, deeper—like he’s trying to make the moment last. Then he stills.
“I have protection. If we’re doing this…” He doesn’t finish the sentence.
“I’m on the pill,” I confirm.
He searches my face, then nods and kisses me again.
What follows isn’t fast or frenzied. It’s slow. Intentional. As promised.
Henson angles his cock at my entrance and pushes in. A breath gets stuck in my throat as I adjust to the feel and size of him. He’s so big, his body practically dwarfing mine, making me feel even smaller beneath him. And for some reason, that turns me on even more.
He kisses me in between each thrust, his lips brushing my neck, my shoulder—anywhere he can reach. With every movement, Henson whispers words that make my whole body ache.
“You feel too good wrapped around me,” he groans. “Tight. Perfect.” He slightly pulls out and pushes back in, making my back arch, and I almost see stars. “Fuck.”
My fingers curl into his back as I try to hold on, but I’m already slipping. I close my eyes.
“Look at me, Amira,” he orders, and I do.
His gaze locks onto mine, burning. “You’re mine tonight. No one else gets you like this.”
A sound escapes me—half gasp, half moan. He kisses it from my mouth.
Henson’s name slips from my lips more times than I can count, sometimes in a whisper, sometimes a cry.
“Come for me,” he demands, his voice breaking just enough to let me feel how close he is. “I’ve got you, baby girl. I’ve got you.”
My body tightens, clenches around him like he’s the only thing tethering me to the earth. Pleasure crashes over me in waves, hot and overwhelming, ripping through me with no mercy. My fingers grip his shoulders, nails digging in as I fall apart.
“You’re perfect.” Henson almost slows to a stop. “Such a good fucking girl.”
After a few breaths, his movements pick up again, faster now, rougher, each thrust stealing the air from my lungs. A scream rips from my throat as I cling to him, our bodies locked, my heart still racing from my climax.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re so fucking tight around me.”
I whimper, his words wrecking me in a way that’s almost unbearable.
“You love this, don’t you?” He pants, driving deeper, harder. “You like being ruined by me.”
I nod helplessly, too far gone to pretend otherwise. I never want it to end.
“Tell me how much you love my cock, baby. I bet no one has ever made you feel this good.”
“I—God—yes.” I gasp, nails digging into his back. “I love it. I love how you feel. Don’t stop.”
“That’s it. Take every fucking inch.”
My body pulses around him, already so close.
“Come for me again.” His hand slides between us, his fingers finding my clit.
And I do—shattering for him, crying out his name as my body clenches and trembles violently around him. He follows with a deep, guttural sound, thrusting hard once, twice more before he lets go, burying himself deep and holding me like he never wants to let go.
We’re breathless and wrecked.
And in the wreckage, I already know I’ll never be the same.
I’m so fucked.
By the time we collapse into the sheets, my limbs are heavy, my chest rising and falling as if I’ve just run a marathon. My head rests on Henson’s shoulder as his fingers trace lazy circles along my spine.
“That was…”
“Incredible?” he offers, smug but somehow still soft.
I laugh, low and tired. “I was going to say intense.”
“Same thing.” He presses a kiss to the top of my head. “You okay?”
I nod, eyes drifting shut. “Yeah. Better than okay.”
He exhales slowly, like he’s been holding his breath this whole time. His arms tighten around me, and for a second, I let myself believe this isn’t temporary.
That this doesn’t have to end when the sun comes up.