Chapter 74: Deep Enough to Feel in His Soul

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: Deep Enough to Feel in His Soul

Henry’s arms trembled beneath him. A long, broken moan spilled from his lips as he felt every ridge and vein sliding inside.

"Yes, Daddy... give me every inch. I want every inch of you—"

Elisha kept going, slow and relentless, until his hips finally pressed flush against Henry’s ass. He was buried to the hilt, every thick inch locked inside that tight heat. He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, letting Henry feel the full stretch and the heavy pulse of his cock deep inside.

Henry’s fingers dug into the sheets. His back arched as a shaky moan spilled out of him. "Fuck... you’re so deep... Daddy—"

Elisha leaned close to his ear, his voice low and rough. "Do you love my cock, pretty?"

"Yes, baby," Henry answered, breathless.

Elisha’s hips stayed pressed flush against him.

"How deep am I inside you?"

Henry’s voice cracked with a moan. "So deep... I’m feeling it in my soul."

A satisfied smirk curved Elisha’s mouth. He leaned over him, one hand sliding up Henry’s spine to grip the back of his neck, the other holding his hip steady. He pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in with a slow, deliberate thrust that dragged against every sensitive spot.

Henry cried out, the sound raw and open. "Ah—yes—"

Elisha did it again. And again. Each stroke a little harder, a little deeper, the wet sound of their bodies meeting filling the room. He found a steady rhythm, hips rolling with controlled power, making sure Henry felt every single inch on the way in and every thick drag on the way out.

"Take it," Elisha growled low against his ear. "Take every inch like you asked for."

Henry could only moan in answer, pushing his hips back to meet each thrust, already lost in the stretch and the heat and the way Elisha filled him so completely.

In that moment, a knock came at the door.

They both ignored it. Elisha only pounded harder, driving into Henry with sharper, deeper thrusts that made the bed creak.

The knock came again, firmer this time.

"Sir?" the housekeeper called through the door. "Your mother just called. She asked you to call her back immediately. She’s been trying to reach you, but you haven’t answered."

She knocked a few more times.

Elisha never stopped moving. His hips kept snapping forward as he answered, voice tight and slightly shaking from the effort of holding himself together.

"Tell her... I’m having an urgent meeting with my client on my laptop. Once I’m done, I’ll call her back."

"Alright, sir," the housekeeper replied, and her footsteps finally faded away down the hall.

The second she was gone, Henry couldn’t hold it in. A breathless laugh spilled out of him at Elisha’s ridiculous lie.

Elisha felt it immediately. His eyes darkened. Without warning he slammed in harder, deeper, forcing a sharp cry from Henry’s throat.

"Fuck... ah, that’s too deep!"

Elisha leaned over him, chest pressing against Henry’s back, still thrusting hard. His voice came out rough and dark right against Henry’s ear.

"You dare laugh at me while we’re right in the middle of this, you little demon?"

Henry could only whimper and clutch the mattress.

He didn’t slow down. He fucked him even harder, each deep stroke punishing and relentless, determined to wipe that laugh right out of Henry’s body.

"Yes, yes, please, faster—!" Henry begged, his voice cracking into a high, desperate plea as his fingers scrambled blindly for purchase against the sheets.

Elisha growled low in his throat and grabbed both of Henry’s wrists, yanking them firmly behind his lower back. He locked them in place with one strong hand, forcing Henry’s chest lower against the mattress and arching his ass higher.

The new angle let him drive even deeper. He started pounding him harder, hips snapping forward with raw, controlled power. Their bodies met in loud, wet slaps on every thrust, skin against skin, slick and filthy.

Henry’s cock and balls swung heavily between his legs, bouncing and dancing with the force of each deep stroke.

The sight alone made Elisha’s grip tighten.

Henry’s toes curled hard against the sheets as pleasure ripped through him. He pushed his ass back greedily, meeting every hard thrust, taking Elisha as deep as he could.

"Fuck me—please, fuck me harder—" he moaned, voice wrecked and needy.

Elisha kept Henry’s wrists pinned behind him with one hand and brought his free palm down in a sharp, stinging spank across one side of his ass. The sound cracked loudly through the room. Heat bloomed across Henry’s skin.

Henry cried out, the moan high and broken. "Yes, do it again..."

Elisha delivered another firm spank to the other side of his ass, then another, never slowing the brutal rhythm of his hips. He fucked him through every slap, driving deep and hard while Henry’s body shook beneath him, cock swinging, toes curled, wrists locked, completely at his mercy.

Henry managed to twist one wrist free from Elisha’s grip. He immediately reached under himself and wrapped his hand around his own cock, stroking fast and tight in time with every deep thrust.

The wet, rhythmic slap-slap-slap of Elisha’s hips against his ass mixed with the slick, frantic sound of Henry’s hand working his cock. The two sounds filled the room, filthy and desperate.

Henry moaned louder, stroking himself harder while Elisha kept pounding into him without mercy.

"I’m close—" Henry gasped.

Elisha’s chest heaved as a fierce, answering growl tore from his throat. "Me too, baby. Right with you."

Moving with swift, calculated intent, Elisha suddenly withdrew, leaving Henry gasping and shivering from the abrupt loss of friction.

Henry blinked, a startled whimper escaping his lips. His hand kept moving on his cock as he looked back over his shoulder, confused and needy. "Why? Baby, what—?"

Before he could finish, Elisha didn’t waste a second. He sat up against the headboard, back pressed to the pillows, and pulled Henry toward him. He guided Henry to straddle his lap, facing him. One strong hand gripped Henry’s hip while the other lined his cock up. He pushed back inside in one slow, deep slide, filling him again.

Henry let out a long, shuddering sigh of pure relief, leaning forward until his head rested against Elisha’s shoulder.

"I want to watch you," Elisha murmured, his voice thick with adoration and hunger as he gently lifted Henry’s head to look at him. He pulled Henry into a deep kiss. "I want to see every single piece of you when you fall apart for me."

Henry sank down fully, taking every inch. Their mouths crashed together in a messy, open kiss. Elisha wrapped his hand around Henry’s cock and started stroking him in firm, steady pulls while Henry began to ride him. He twisted his waist, rolling his hips in slow, deliberate circles, then rising and dropping harder, taking Elisha deep on every downward stroke.

The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room again. Henry’s hands braced on Elisha’s shoulders as he moved faster, chasing the edge.

"I’m gonna... I’m going to cum, faster..." Henry screamed out, his hips speeding up frantically.

Elisha obeyed. His hand flew faster on Henry’s cock while his hips thrust upward to meet every drop of Henry’s body. The dual rhythm pushed Henry over the edge. He came hard with a broken cry, spilling hot across Elisha’s hand, chest, and stomach in thick pulses. His body shook, thighs trembling, as the orgasm ripped through him.

Elisha didn’t stop. He fucked him through it, holding Henry’s hips and driving up into him with deep, powerful thrusts while Henry kept moving weakly up and down, riding out the waves.

The overstimulation made Henry moan louder, almost sobbing from how good it still felt.

"I’m close—I’m cumming, baby," Elisha groaned, his voice rough and ragged.

He reached up, gripped the back of Henry’s head, pulled him into a deep, hungry kiss, and pinned his waist firmly against his lap. He thrust upward hard a few final times, burying himself as deep as he could go, then came with a low, guttural groan.

Hot pulses flooded deep inside Henry as Elisha spilled every drop into that tight heat. He kept moving through it, moaning against Henry’s mouth.

"Fuck yes, baby... you’re so sweet—" he praised, voice rough and broken as he emptied himself completely. He leaned down and kissed Henry’s nipple, then jerked his hips up one last time with a shaky moan.

"Fuck... yes, baby—" Henry moaned.

Elisha’s body slowly began to calm, the intense tension melting out of his muscles. He lifted his head and looked straight into Henry’s eyes. For a long moment they just stared at each other, both still breathing hard, still connected.

Elisha’s voice came out soft and full of emotion. "I love you so much, pretty."

Henry’s answer was immediate, just as soft. "I love you more, heartbeat."

Elisha pulled him into a tight hug, his arms wrapping firmly around Henry’s back. Finally, they collapsed forward into each other, holding on tightly as they recovered. Their chests heaved against one another, their bodies still trembling from the aftershocks, sweaty, breathless, and completely spent.

The sharp buzz of Elisha’s phone on the nightstand broke the quiet of the bedroom. Elisha blinked, finally noticing the call, and reached over to grab it. His mother’s name flashed across the screen.

Elisha groaned softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "She’s definitely going to shout at me."

Henry smirked and gave his shoulder a playful nudge. "Pick it up."