Page 111 of False Play
The ache between my legs intensified at his words. Henry was a grade-A dirty talker, and that somehow made me braver. I liked it—a lot.
“Condom?” I asked.
He found his wallet and grabbed the foil packet. Once the latex was rolled on, I sat on his lap, moved my panties to the side, and brushed the head of his cock against my folds back and forth.
Henry’s breath hitched as his shaft throbbed in my hand.
I smirked. “Someone’s eager.”
His hands fisted the sides of my jersey. “How can I not be? You look like a fucking dream with my jersey on.” He softly grabbed a fistful of my curls, bringing my ear to his mouth. The warmth of his breath prickled my skin as he roughly whispered, “Stop fucking teasing me, Kennedy. Put it in.”
I hummed. “Beg a little and I will.”
His laugh echoed. “You are such a brat.”
I rolled my hips, letting the head of his cock slide in an inch, but quickly took it out. “You said you’d gladly beg, right? Let’s hear it, then.”
This won me a pained groan. “Kennedy, please.”
Oh, God. It was hot to hear this hulk of a man beg. I wanted more. “You can do better, pretty boy.”
He gritted his teeth, trying to hold himself back. His neck was strained, and a droplet of sweat ran down the side of his forehead. “I promise to be a good boy and do anything you want.Fuck. Anything, okay? Just, fuckingplease”—his voice cracked—“Put.It.In.”
“Such a good boy, begging for me,” I rasped against his lips and sank onto his cock in one fell swoop. We both moaned, “Yes,” at the same time. I then gasped, all the air leaving my lungs with how full I was.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was shut my eyes and kiss him like he was the only thing anchoring me to real life.
Henry wrapped his arms around my hips and lifted me slightly then started pumping in and out of me at the perfect rhythm, like he knew exactly what I needed. All I could do was rest my forehead on his shoulder and moan. The position allowed the head of his cock to hit my G-spot, and I was already so fucking close.
There wasn’t much space for us, but it was the least of my concerns. This was what I needed. To be fucked, and wanted, and touched by him. To have his touch and kisses on my body at all times.
“Fuck, your pussy is tight. You’re close already, aren’t you?” He gritted out.
My forehead met his with a nod. I couldn’t form words. I was in a haze ofhim. The way he smelled like husk, with a hint of sourness and sweetness at the same time. The way his lips brushed against mine as we both kept moaning. The way our chests heaved in sync like we were one.
My fingers found my clit, and I started to circle it, desperately chasing my climax. Henry dropped kisses on my neck, and every single one of them was like a newfound wave of electricity. It was maddening how he made me feel. It was like disconnecting from the world, and my body was only aware of him and everything he did.
With a few more deep thrusts, my core tightened, and the orgasm rushed through me like a rollercoaster drop. I cried out Henry’s name, and he gripped my waist tighter and continued to pound into me. It was rough. Animalistic. And so goddamn addicting. My pussy tightened again, and somehow, anotherorgasm—stronger than the first—hit me out of nowhere. My throat was sore, so my moans were breathless, barely audible.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck,” Henry chanted over and over again as he kept slamming into me.
He was so close, and through my haze after those two mind-blowing orgasms, I wrapped my hand around his throat as best as I could and brushed my lips against his before kissing him and tightening my grip. He moaned against my mouth, and with three shaky, languid thrusts, he swelled and throbbed inside me as his climax took over him.
Once the post-orgasm high started to wear off, we stared at each other and laughed.
“Why is sex always so fucking explosive with you?” I asked in awe, still breathless.
He gave me a chaste kiss and moved some of my sweaty curls off my face. “I don’t know. But what Idoknow is that we’re going home to dothata few more times.”
THIRTY
HENRY
WHO KNEW YOU WERE AN ACTS OF SERVICE KIND OF GUY?
Like any otherregular man on earth, I enjoyed sex.
But sexwithKennedy?Mind-fucking-blowing.
