Page 88 of Phobia

“S’not enough.” I hardly recognized my own voice. Henry nodded, eyes serious as I cracked mine open to peer at him.

“Want me to move?”

“Uh huh.” I nodded again, and he did as he was told, for once—obedient. Out. His finger pulled and I hissed a breath, uncomfortable all over again, before he pushed—in. And—Oh.Oh.

“You like that, huh?” Henry murmured, voice laced with hunger. Out, in. Out, in. My body clutched at him, the slick squelch of him invading my ass barely noticeable over the sound of the waves. “God, you’re pretty. Sucking at my finger like that. Greedy, thing.”

Henry sounded just as surprised by the words as I was. But I didn’t mind. I liked that he thought so. I liked everything about him right now, truthfully. I especially liked how thick his fingers were—and the fact his cock had already hardened and was digging insistently into my hip. The necklace I’d worn every day since my mother died, hung in the space between us, tickling his skin as it caught the moonlight.

“Henry—” I whimpered, grinding back against his finger, as I drooled a little on his chest. “Need more—c’mon I—Uhhhhhgg.” He pushed a second finger beside the first and I was lost all over again.

Seconds later, pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt before zinged up my spine as he accidentally brushed up against something inside me that had my blood singing. “Please—” I gasped, jolting back against his hand, “again—”

“Fuck, you are so goddamn ravishing.” Henry’s voice was a throaty growl against the shell of my ear as he repeated the motion just to hear me howl. “You have no idea, do you?” He whimpered, sucking and biting at my neck as his heavy cock ground against my belly. I wished I was naked so I could feel him mark my skin with precum as he humped me. “How tight you are.” He punctuated his words with an almost angry flick of his wrist inside me. I saw stars. “How slick.”

“Nnng.”

“I want inside you so fucking bad.”

I believed him too, if how hard his cock was when it pressed against me was any indication.

“Need it—” I arched my back, spreading my legs wider to give him more room to work as he snuck a third finger in with the other two and the burn made my blood sing.

In, out. In, out. In, out.

Tingles everywhere.

The wet, squish of him invading my body, louder even than the hungry waves that lapped at the side of our rowboat.

Apparently, Henry had had enough. Because thirty seconds later, my ass was empty, my pants were yanked down to my ankles, and I was on my belly in the spot he’d just occupied. The boat rocked wildly, but neither of us paid it any mind as I struggled onto my knees just in time for the fat head of Henry’s cock to push against my asshole.

“Sorry,” he gasped, hairy thighs brushing against mine. “I just need—”

“Fuck me,” I whined, hole twitching and empty. He groaned, one of his big hands grabbing my cheeks and spreading me so he could look. More lube dripped onto my crease, slipping down till the head of his dick could push it into my already aching hole.

“Good thing I came earlier,” Henry laughed, though the sound was forced with the effort of holding back. “Otherwise this wouldn’t last long.”

I nodded, for once in my life no scathing comment at hand.

“Inside?” He asked, one last time and I nodded, vigorously.

I wasn’t sure words were going to be possible for much longer and I wanted—God. I’d never wanted anything more than I wanted him inside me at that moment.

Salt was in my nose, cold rain water drenching my hair as Henry’s cock breached me for the first time. He was hot. So fucking hot. Way hotter, even, than his fingers had been. The fat crown of his cock pushed deep, deep, deep, squishing up inside me as I hissed through my teeth and scratched at the wood for purchase. It burned, but I rejoiced in the pain.

“Alana will not believe how fortunate I am,” Henry muttered to himself when he was halfway inside, his big body thrumming with uncharacteristic excitement. “How fortunate you have made me—”

“I don’t want to hear about your fiancé when your cock is in my ass,” I hissed at him, tightening up as he groaned.

“She will be happy for me,” he promised, ignoring my words as he pushed an inch deeper. “She knows how much I—” He whined, a high pitched, needy sound. Then he growled, low and greedy. “You—”

“She knows how much you…?” My pulse thundered.

“How much I think about you.” He laughed, a low chuckling sound that had me relaxing and my hole giving as he slid the last few inches home. The coarse hair at the base of his cock tickled my ass cheeks. Fuck. I’d never been so stuffed before. I could hardly breathe, I was so full. “It was only a matter of time before I realized the reason I think of you is because I—”

“You what?”

“I…” Henry growled, distracted by his own dick as he ground his hips against me and I released a little wail. He leaned down, hot breath puffing along the nape of my neck as he sucked a kiss against the knob of my spine and began to move. Every push of his cock inside me had my head spinning and a helpless whimper escaping my lips. It hurt a bit, but I liked it. The more he moved, the easier it was to let him. I’d be limping after this, I could tell, and the thought was tantalizing. I wanted to feel him for days after.