Page 103 of Far From Sherwood Forest

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 withhim.

I just ate my own cum from Robin Hood’s ass in the middle of Sherwood Forest.

If I was still at risk of having an existential crisis over my recent life choices, now would be the time.

But that’s not going to happen.

When I saw my cum leaking from Robin’s ass, there was no questioning what I had to do. I had to taste my claim on him. I had toconsumeit. I needed it to be as much a part of me as it was of him.

And, fuck, did my claim on him taste fucking divine.

I peer at the side of Robin’s face where his head rests on my shoulder. There’s a sheen of perspiration across his brow, and we’re both still trying to catch our breath. I continue holding him for as long as I can.

Kissing his temple, I say, “Come on. We should get going.”

I help Robin to his feet and move him so he can lean against the nearest tree. He’s still a little shaky on his legs, so I get his pants back up before worrying about mine. His eyelids are stillheavy, like he’d love nothing more than to take a nap. I’d drag him to my bed so we could both take one if I could.

“At least we got you dirty enough to sell our ruse,” I point out.

He looks down at himself, the front of his shirt caked with dirt. One side of his face is smudged with it too.

“They’ll all believe you chased me through the forest before we had a good old tussle instead of, well, you know…” He meets my gaze and smirks. “Had a good oldtussle.”

I laugh, and his smirk turns into a happy smile. I lean forward and kiss it.

Picking up my sword from the ground, I return it to its scabbard before reaching behind me and retrieving the small bundle of rope tucked into my belt. I look down at it and swallow hard. “I’m not exactly looking forward to this next part.”

“Are you going to be able to go through with it?”

I snap my gaze back up to see a deep crease between his brows. “Of course I will. Why wouldn’t I?”