Page 102 of Far From Sherwood Forest

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 fuckinggood.

“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, slowthrust 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’mthe 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.”