I giggle, tears drying on my cheeks. “I think my appetite is all set for the time being. Well, the food part at least.” My fingers brush over the tip of his cock. There’s already pre-cum dripping from the slit, and I swipe my thumb over the moisture.

“You know exactly what you’re doing, you sexy deviant,” he says lowly. “It might have been a few years, but don’t pretend like you’re innocent. Tell me, Emma, do you want to suck my cock?”

Is blurting out fuck yes too aggressive?

Probably.

I settle on a simple, nonchalant shrug. “Yeah. I do.”

Feeling bold, I escape his warm embrace and shift off the bed, not trusting myself to balance on the mattress with how weak my legs are feeling. Henry follows me, understanding the message, walking a few paces closer. He’s such a daunting, powerful man.

“Then get on your knees, princess, and open up. It’s yours.”

My knees fall to the carpet, listening to his command. He’s bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with before, both in size and girth. I run my tongue up the full length of him, getting accustomed to his size and taste, wetting the shaft. My hands rest on his thighs and a shudder rakes through his body.

“I want you to know something,” Henry says. His hand cups my cheek, thumb running over my parted lips before tilting my chin to meet his gaze. “You might be on the floor for me, under me, below me, but you are not inferior to me in any way. I can’t even begin to describe how sexy you look right now. You’re fucking perfect, Emma. I respect you. I care about you. You’ve far exceeded any expectations I had about tonight, and you’re going to be my undoing.”

The admiration lights a fire inside me, a small match turning into an uncontrollable flame.

“Then give me what I want,” I tease, finally taking the head of his cock in my mouth. My cheeks hollow out, and I unhurriedly suck him down, inch by inch. I blink up at him through my eyelashes, earning a moan of approval.

“You’re going to take all of it, aren’t you?” Henry strokes my hair, fingers lacing in the messy bun. “Because you’re such a good fucking girl.”

The praise relaxes me. My jaw loosens, enabling him to get deeper. He’s near the back of my throat and I’m already finding it difficult to breathe. New tears spring to my eyes, formed not from pain or uncomfortableness but rather lust and determination.

Inhaling through my nose as steadily as I can, my mouth finally reaches his base. Henry groans loudly, hands grasping my hair tighter and tighter with every bob of my head.

It’s clear he’s restraining himself, trying to behave and be good and courteous without getting out of control.