Page 51 of Far From Sherwood Forest
“You can take me, Robin. I know you can. This ass was made to take cock. And it’s going to feel so goddamn good.”
His dick jerks in my hand, and he makes the decision himself when he slowly thrusts back, taking another inch of me. I groan in his ear and stroke him as a reward.
“Such a good boy.”
He moans, and we move together, burying my cock inside him inch by inch, stretching him. Filling him.
“Fuck, Robin,” I growl as I stroke him a little harder. “You’re so fucking hot and tight. Gonna wreck this virgin hole.”
“Prove it.”
“Don’t test me, little thief. You’re not ready.”
I start slowly, pulling out before I’m even all the way in.When just the head of my cock is still inside him, I drive just as slowly back in. I repeat this lazy, steady rocking of my hips until his pain seems to have faded. His noises are pure pleasure, and his cock is even harder than before, leaking precum all over my hand as I continue stroking him.
“Goddammit,” I grit out as I force myself to hold back a little longer. “If I knew you’d feel this fucking good, I would’ve fucked you sooner.”
After being gentle for far too long when I didn’t plan to at all, I can’t wait any longer, slamming the remaining couple inches inside him on my last thrust. He cries out and is lifted onto his toes.
“Henry. Fuck.” It’s not a scream, but the way he moans my name is just as sweet. “Yes. Please. Fuck me hard.”
Letting go of his dick, I move my hands to his sides, sliding them beneath his shirt and jacket to grip his hips. As I pick up a more brutal pace, I dig my fingers in, leaving more of my marks on him because I know there will be bruises.
His chest and cheek are pressed against the tree as I fuck him hard and fast, no longer holding back. His ass squeezing my cock and the way his moans and cries grow louder and louder have me quickly barreling toward my climax. My balls are heavy, and a heat swirls around the base of my spine, ready to ignite.
“You’re going to come for me, Robin.” I move one hand back to his cock as I bite at his ear. “And you’re going to scream my fucking name while you do it.”
“Yes. Yes. Please.”
I can tell he’s as close as I am, so I tighten my fist and stroke him again, letting my teeth scrape across his neck before my mouth is at his ear once more.
“Come.”
His body jerks. “Oh, fuck. Fuck! Henry!”
Ropes of hot cum shoot out over my hand and the tree andthe ground. Between the power I clearly have over him, him screaming my name, and the way his ass clenches and spasms around my cock, my own orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave. I sink my teeth into his neck in the same spot I did before, groaning into the bite as I bury myself deep inside him and flood the condom.
Everything seems to quiet, replaced only by the sounds of our heavy breathing. I slowly pull out of him, and he whimpers. Pulling the condom off, I tie the end and shove it into my pocket to throw away later before doing up my jeans.
Robin stays slumped against the tree as I reach into my other pocket and pull out the key to the handcuffs. I unlock them and place them in my jacket. His arms fall limp to his sides as he whines. He’ll probably be sore all over after this.
Good.
He won’t forget.
After I pull up his jeans and underwear, I turn him around, leaning his back against the tree as I zip him up. Then I take a good look at him.
He’s still dirty from his fall, and the bite mark on his neck is red and already bruising. His cheek is reddened too from where it was pressed against the bark of the tree, the skin just short of being broken and bleeding. He peers at me with hooded eyes, his gaze filled with a post-orgasm haze.
“You look utterly fucked.”
He grins, and I roll my eyes.
“Come on.”
I grab his arm to help him away from the tree, but his knees buckle and he falls into me. Now it’s my turn to grin.
“Maybe a little too fucked?”
