Page 101 of Far From Sherwood Forest
“We’re not meeting up with Will and Alan until midday.” He drags the point of his sword lightly down my chest, and my cock gets even harder, like it’s him touching me instead of steel. “We have plenty of time for all the filthy things I’m going to do to you. Assuming you’re done running?”
“Not a chance.”
He drops his sword, but it’s only an illusion that he’s going to let me go. The second I take a step to dart away, he grabs me by the back of my cloak, spins me around, and shoves me to the ground. I crash down hard but immediately start to crawl away. Then Henry’s heavy boot comes down on my back, flattening me into the dirt.
He leans down until I feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. “You’re done now. Do you know how easily I could crush you?”
If he was truly still the Sheriff, he probably would.
His boot leaves my back, and he grabs me by the hair, lifting me until I’m on all fours. He bites the shell of my ear before his low growl rumbles through me all the way to my cock.
“You’re fucking mine now, little thief.”
“I’m yours, Sheriff,” I agree eagerly, barely having the breath to speak.
He growls again, louder than before, and kicks my legs apart. Settling between them, he grips me by the hips, pulling them up so my ass is in the air. He flings my cloak to the side and yanks my pants down to my thighs, and my cock bobs free. My head hangs between my shoulders, and I pant heavily as I watch a slow drop of precum leak from my tip and drip to the ground.
“Fuck, Robin.” He parts my cheeks roughly, and his thumb presses against my hole, making me moan. “That was fun, but I’m ready to sink inside this perfect ass.”
“Wait.”
Holding myself up with one hand, I reach into the pocket of my trousers and pull out a small, dark vial. I hold it up shakily, my entire body already trembling with anticipation.
“What’s this?” he asks as he takes it from me.
“Olive oil.”
He chuckles darkly as I hear him pop the cork. “Always so prepared. Just can’t wait to be fucked, huh? That desperate for cock?”
I groan and push my ass back. “Only yours.”
“Right answer. But…” He brings his hand down on my left cheek, and I pitch forward, crying out as the sting from his palm radiates through me. He laughs again. “You were a bad boy after all, weren’t you?”
Before I can respond, he smacks me on the ass several more times. My arms tremble with the effort to hold myself up, and the only thing I can do is hold my breath and take it. When he stops to rub his palm over the ache, all my breath comes in heavy pants.
“Fuck, your ass looks good all red like this.”
“Please, Henry,” I whine. “I need you.”
He leans over me again and presses a kiss at the base of my skull, making me shiver. His voice comes out softer as he says, “You have me, Robin.”
Everything inside me goes warm at the sincerity in those words, the same words I spoke to him the other night. I swear my heart is about to fly right out of my chest with how fast it flutters.
He places another kiss at my nape before pulling back. “But right now, I’m going to wreck this goddamn hole.”
My cock leaks some more like it’s just as excited as I am.
Kneading my cheeks with calloused fingers, he parts them again. I feel him shift behind me, but I’m still not prepared for the moment his hot tongue licks a scorching, wet path up the crease of my ass and over my hole. Whatever garbled gasping cry escapes me is a sound I don’t think I’ve never heard a day in my life.
His tongue circles my rim before he spears me with it, and my vision whites out, all my nerves alive and on fire. I’m vaguely aware of my body rocking back and forth as he fucks me with his tongue, fingers digging hard into the flesh of my ass and beard scraping against my cheeks.
I never would’ve thought this could feel so good, but…fuck. He’s like an animal devouring its meal, and I never want him to stop.
Once again, I hold myself up with one hand while I reach down to my cock with the other. I fist it and get one stroke inbefore Henry grabs my wrist and twists it behind me, holding it against my lower back. I’m forced to go down onto my forearm to keep from faceplanting in the dirt.
“No touching what’s mine,” he growls as slick fingers replace his tongue, just circling, applying pressure. “I want to give you all the pleasure you can handle, Robin. Maybe more than that. I want you fucking screaming from it. Begging. Crying. And just when you think you can’t take any more, maybe then I’ll let you come.”
Oh, God.
