Page 120 of Far From Sherwood Forest

I’d never give this much power over my body to anyone but him. And, fuck, does he haveallthe power over it.

“Fuck, Henry,” he groans as he rolls his hips, driving inside me deeper. “You feel so good, and I can still taste you. I’m not going to last long.”

“Good. Fill me up, Robin. I need a taste of you too.”

He moans, his thrusts turning a little faster and a little more wild.

My cock is trapped beneath me, hard and begging. But I won’t give into it because I haven’t even had my turn with him yet.

He was right. He doesn’t last long, hips stuttering as he pumps his cum inside me, flooding me with his pleasure and making me more eager for my own. In return, I barely give him a chance to come down from his orgasm before I reach back and slap his thigh.

“Move. It’s my turn.”

With a weak, whimpering noise, he pulls out, moving from between my legs and practically tumbling to the side. I roll onto my back and grab onto him to help him lift back up.

“Come sit on my face and give me that fucking ass.”

A few more unintelligible noises escape him as he moves sluggishly, still vibrating from his release. I help him straddle my chest with his ass to my face, not wasting a moment before I part his cheeks and dive in like I’m a man in hell and he’s ice water.

I sweep my tongue from his balls up the crack of his ass, and the moment I swirl it around his hole, something hot and wet surrounds my dick. I groan against him as he sucks me down, his own soft cock twitching against my chin when I thrust my tongue inside him, my beard scratching between his cheeks. The low rumble he makes moves between us like an electric circuit.

As I feast on him, trying not to black out from the way he licks up and down my shaft, I reach out with one hand, feeling around the blankets for the bottle of lube. When I can’t find it, Robin grabs it and hands it to me, neither one of us taking our mouths off each other.

Popping the cap, I have to convince myself that taking my tongue out of his ass will be worth it. I’m nearly not persuaded, especially when Robin takes me into the back of his throat, but I eventually pull away so I can coat my fingers with lube and start working him open, scissoring and curling my fingers untilhe’s writhing on top of me and the movements of his mouth are messy.

“So fucking tight and hot,” I groan as I watch my fingers disappear inside him over and over.

That’s about the time I know Ineedit to be something else that’s disappearing inside him.

Slapping him hard on the ass, I growl, “My cock wants your other hole now.”

He needs help again to turn around, already fucking wrecked.

Just the way I like him.

Grabbing the base of my cock, I hold it as he lowers himself, his hands landing on my chest and his gaze boring into mine even in the darkness. The glow of the moon above him gives him a silver halo, one I’ve seen before.

If angels really do exist, they must look just like him.

I become mesmerized, the air getting lost within my lungs. Then it’s punched out the moment the crown of my cock slips past his rim. He lets out an ungodly moan as he sinks down on my length, taking every inch of me.

A fuckingeroticangel.

“That’s it, Robin,” I say between panting breaths. “You take my cock so well, don’t you? Now be a good boy and fucking ride me.”

And he fucking does.

Leaning back, his hands move to my thighs, his back arched as he rises and falls, his ass swallowing my cock again and again. My eyes threaten to close from the tight heat squeezing me, but I barely manage to keep them open, not wanting to miss a second of the sight of him bathed in moonlight, beads of sweat glistening across his skin.

The more he moves up and down, the more his previously soft cock grows. Unable to help myself, I wrap my hand aroundhim and stroke, causing him to buck his hips and part his lips on a gasp.

“You going to come again for me?”

He whines as I continue stroking him until he’s fully hard.

“Come on, little thief. Show me how good my cock feels and come all over me.”

He shakes his head, but his movements don’t slow. “I don’t think I can.”