Page 39 of Far From Sherwood Forest (Far From #3)

Everything inside me goes warm at the sincerity in those words, the same words I spoke to him the other night. I swear my heart is about to fly right out of my chest with how fast it flutters.

He places another kiss at my nape before pulling back. “But right now, I’m going to wreck this goddamn hole.”

My cock leaks some more like it’s just as excited as I am.

Kneading my cheeks with calloused fingers, he parts them again.

I feel him shift behind me, but I’m still not prepared for the moment his hot tongue licks a scorching, wet path up the crease of my ass and over my hole.

Whatever garbled gasping cry escapes me is a sound I don’t think I’ve never heard a day in my life.

His tongue circles my rim before he spears me with it, and my vision whites out, all my nerves alive and on fire. I’m vaguely aware of my body rocking back and forth as he fucks me with his tongue, fingers digging hard into the flesh of my ass and beard scraping against my cheeks.

I never would’ve thought this could feel so good, but… fuck . He’s like an animal devouring its meal, and I never want him to stop.

Once again, I hold myself up with one hand while I reach down to my cock with the other. I fist it and get one stroke in before Henry grabs my wrist and twists it behind me, holding it against my lower back. I’m forced to go down onto my forearm to keep from faceplanting in the dirt.

“No touching what’s mine,” he growls as slick fingers replace his tongue, just circling, applying pressure.

“I want to give you all the pleasure you can handle, Robin. Maybe more than that. I want you fucking screaming from it. Begging. Crying. And just when you think you can’t take any more, maybe then I’ll let you come. ”

Oh, God.

How is this even more intense than when he still hated me?

“Henry, please.”

He hums. “We can cross one off that list already.”

Two fingers shove into me at once, and all the breath in my lungs abandons me. Most of my strength does too, and I drop forward even more until my chest is on the ground, my ass still in the air.

He doesn’t go slow, fucking his fingers into me hard and fast until my head is fucking spinning. When his other hand surrounds my aching cock, I’m at risk of spiraling completely. He jerks me roughly, thumb swiping over my slit.

His touch is harsh. Punishing.

And so fucking good .

“Fuck, I love all those noises you make,” he says as he adds a third finger. “Instead of shutting you up, I’m going to force more of those out of you.”

I’m making noise?

I can barely hear him or myself with half of my blood rushing in my ears. The other half is in my dick, causing it to throb in Henry’s hand.

He must be able to sense that I’m close because he releases me and removes his fingers before the blunt head of his cock nudges at my hole. He pushes into me in one single, long, slow thrust that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I feel every fucking inch of him.

With one hand still holding my wrist at my back, he grips my hip with the other, fingers pressing so hard into my skin that I know there will be bruises.

“Fuck, I needed this,” he says as he starts thrusting in and out of me. “I needed to fucking feel you, just skin and nothing else. And you feel fucking perfect.”

“You do too,” I manage to whine.

He releases my wrist, but I keep it where it’s at because it feels like that’s what I’m supposed to do. Both his hands grip my hips now as he picks up the pace, rutting into me as he fully gives himself over to the beast inside him.

“Gonna leave my marks on you too.” He digs his fingers harder into my flesh. “Do you know why?”

“Because I belong to you.” A sob gets caught in my throat when he hits my prostate. The top half of my body is still on the ground, even the side of my face pressed into the dirt as I lie there panting, taking everything he gives me. “I’m yours, Henry. Mark me everywhere.”

His right hand leaves my hip briefly, just long enough to land a solid smack on my ass, causing me to cry out.

“We’re deep enough in the forest,” he says breathlessly. “Be as loud as you want, little thief.”

He fucks me even harder than he did the last time, and the incoherent noises that come out of me only get louder and more desperate. My balls are heavy, aching as the base of my spine tingles and flares with heat. I want to touch my cock so fucking badly, but he hasn’t given me permission.

“Do you think you’re getting dirty enough to make our ruse convincing?” One of his hands comes down on the side of my head, pushing my face further in the dirt as he buries himself inside me over and over. “You look pretty fucking filthy to me.”

I’m the filthy one?

“But I want to dirty you up even more.”

His hand reaches beneath me and wraps around my cock again. He strokes, but his grip is painfully featherlight, not nearly tight enough. Another sob escapes me as I desperately rut into his hand, which has me fucking myself back on his cock.

“Henry, please. Please, please, please.”

“Perfect,” he says, the word vibrating with a low hum. He tightens his hand around me as he strokes a little faster. “Come for me, Robin.”

Even if I didn’t want to—which I really, really fucking do—I don’t think I’d be capable of disobeying him.

The power he has over me is absolute.

My balls draw up tighter as his palm twists around the head of my cock. Those flames of pleasure lick up my spine, setting off my orgasm as Henry strokes me through it. The forest around us vanishes, and it’s just me and him in a moment where time and space fold in on themselves.

“There’s my good boy.”

He pounds into me a few more times, drawing out my orgasm, before his hips stutter and still. His grip on my hip tightens as he fills me so thoroughly like he’s fucking breeding me, a distant roar filling my ears.

Every one of his harsh touches softens, suddenly gentle as he eases out of me. I don’t like the loss of him.

But then his finger is at my hole, swirling around my rim before pushing inside, shoving his cum back into me. I squirm as I realize how sensitive I am.

The next time he speaks, it’s with that familiar awe I’ve heard before during times like these, as though each new experience is like he’s standing at the edge of the universe.

“How is that so fucking hot?”

If I was more grounded and not currently floating in space, I may have had some warning, some feeling of him shifting behind me.

Instead, the moment his hot mouth is at my hole again, I let out an embarrassing squeal of surprise.

It doesn’t slow him down as he impales me on his tongue, going at my ass with even more intensity than before.

He licks and sucks and bites, drinking his own cum from my ass.

I don’t know how long it goes on for, but by the time he comes up for air, he’s gasping for breath. Meanwhile, I’m lying on the ground, boneless, like a fucking useless puddle, drowning in little aftershocks of pleasure.

“Come here,” he says as he grabs me around the waist and hauls me upright.

He has to practically support all my weight as he sits back on his heels and settles me on his thighs, my back pressed to his heaving chest. He keeps his arms around me, holding me tightly as I rest my head on his shoulder, my eyes heavy as they close.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

My body shakes with silent laughter. “I think you underestimate how much I love it when you are.”

I feel his sigh of relief at my back.

I love that he can be rough with me and then I get this gentle side of him after.

In fact…

I think I’m in love with him .