SOPHIA’S POV
I had barely set foot inside the house when there he was, like a guardian of the threshold, waiting for me with that all-too-familiar stern expression.
"Now that your father is gone," Henry began, his arms crossed defiantly, "I don't want to see Jason in this house."
I sighed, dropping my bag unceremoniously on the floor. "Henry, we've been through this. You know Jason is my friend and we are pretty close he also advise me on my course, he could basically be my boyfriend , not just some random guy."
He shook his head, his frustration palpable. "Sophia, you and I both know that Jason is just a pretend boyfriend you lied to your dad about. This charade has gone on long enough."
I bristled at his accusation, my defenses going up like a fortress. "It's not a charade, Henry. Jason and I are talking about being together , and I care about him." I knew I was lying about the being together part but I wanted to spice things up a bit especially with all the headache he had been giving me.
He took a step closer, his gaze unwavering. "You care about him, or you care about the idea of him? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're more interested in rebelling against me, Sopjia than in actually being in a real relationship."
I clenched my fists, trying to keep my temper in check. "You don't get to decide what's real or not, Henry. This is my life, my choice."
He ran a hand through his hair, his voice strained. "I'm not trying to control your life, Sophia. I just don't want to see you hurt."
I scoffed, my frustration bubbling over. "Hurt? Henry, you're the one who's hurting me right now by not supporting me."
He seemed taken aback by my words, his brows furrowing in confusion. "Supporting you? Sophia, I've always supported you. But this... this is different. You're playing with fire."
I shook my head, my voice filled with defiance. "No, I'm not. I want to be in relationship with someone I care about, and I won't let you or anyone else belittle that."
Henry's gaze softened, and he took a step closer, his voice gentle now. "Sophia, you're like a daughter to me. I just want what's best for you."
I sighed, my anger ebbing away as I realized that beneath all the arguing and frustration, he did care about me. "I know, Henry. But what's best for me is being with Jason."
He nodded, his shoulders slumping as if he had finally accepted defeat. "Alright, Sophia. I'll respect your choice. Just promise me you'll be careful."
I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "I promise, Henry. And who knows, maybe one day you'll see that Jason is a good guy."
He chuckled, ruffling my hair affectionately. "Maybe, Sophia. Maybe."
As I headed to my room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of victory. I had stood my ground, defended my relationship, and, in the end, found some common ground with Henry. Maybe, just maybe, he would come to accept Jason, even if it took some time.
But before I could say any thing Henry burst into my room again.
"Can we cut the bullshit Sophia, you and I know that you are doing all this because of me, and j can't keep pretending not to care anymore, fuck Sophia I want you badly,"
Before I could say anytubg about it, he pushed me to the wall and pinned me on it, his mouth crashing into mine immediately and devouring into them, they tasted like Apple and I kissed him back.
He pulled away momentarily.
"Fuck Sophia, we shouldn't be doing this, we shouldn't,"
I pushed my mouth back into his as he began tasting me, he pulled back again.
"Fuck,"
I couldn't resist the urge to lean in and kiss Henry as we sat on the couch in my room, we couldn't make it to the bed, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist, his hand sliding down to caress my breast through my shirt. My knees pressed together as Henry's hand crept under the hem of my shirt, causing my arousal to intensify. Henry leaned back to take a sip of his beer, while my head rested against his shoulder. I slid my hand down Henry's thigh, guiding it to spread open a bit more. With a bold move, I reached under his shorts and firmly grasped his cock.
Henry's other hand moved between my legs, cupping my pussy and rubbing me through my shorts. I gasped at the sensation of his hand pressing against my clit, my eyes fluttering closed. He pressed me down against the chair and pushed up one of the arm pillows to support my back, trying to keep our activities silent so as not to alert the house maid who had came earlier one to clean the house.
Henry claimed my lips again, this time with passion, as his hand slid down towards my sex. I could sense that he didn't want to rush into it; he wanted to make me cum.
My body shook as Henry's fingers slid inside my shorts and began rubbing my clit. He then slipped his hand under my panties and touched my wet pussy lips. He ran his fingers over them, gently caressing them in a circular motion. With deliberate slowness, he pressed his fingers on my clit and moved them in circles.
"Oh yes, Henry, please," I breathed, my voice filled with desire.
He kissed me again as his fingers slipped into me, causing me to shiver and moan softly. His fingers moved in and out, rubbing against my slick walls, and I bit my lip to suppress the waves of pleasure. Sensing my increasing need, he spread my legs wider and positioned my thighs over his, exposing me fully to his touch. I could feel the tingling in my core growing stronger, making it nearly impossible to remain quiet.
"Yes, yes, oh God, yes," I moaned as I rode his fingers, my voice filled with ecstasy.
He sucked on my neck as his fingers quickened their pace, rubbing my G-spot. My legs began to tremble, and my eyes widened as a powerful surge of pleasure coursed through my body. Gasping, I pressed my head against his shoulder as I reached the peak of my orgasm, my body quivering and shaking.
He withdrew his fingers from my pussy and licked them, grinning at me. I panted, my face flushed from the intensity of my climax, feeling a pleasant dizziness wash over me. But Henry wasn't finished yet. With urgency, he unbuckled his pants, quickly muffling my potential cries with his hand to ensure others wouldn't hear us.
I arched my back and thrust my hips against Henry's hand as he continued to play with my pussy. His firm grip on my mouth only heightened the thrill, and my face flushed crimson with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
I moaned into his hand as he slipped two fingers in and out of me. My knees quivered, and my heart pounded with anticipation. The tension in my stomach grew, and my pussy throbbed with desire.
"Yes, Henry, don't stop, oh God, don't stop," I groaned, my voice filled with longing.
His thumb expertly rubbed against my clit as I wrapped my legs around his waist, eagerly grinding my hips against him, taking pleasure in fucking his fingers. He pressed his lips against mine, causing me to gasp. His tongue slid into my mouth, and I tasted myself on him, sending shivers of delight down my spine.
"Oh God, oh fuck, I'm cumming!" I gasped as I shook with the intensity of my climax.
Henry smiled and withdrew his fingers from my pussy, pulling down my shorts and panties to my knees, exposing me to the cool morning air.
He pulled my shirt up, revealing my breasts. Leaning forward, he sucked on one nipple while pinching the other, eliciting a groan of pleasure from me. His hands traced down my body, firmly gripping my ass. I felt my arousal building once again, my nipples hardening, and my body trembling with anticipation. I could sense his cock sliding between my cheeks, and I whimpered with desire, leaning back against the bench. I reached between my legs and stroked his cock, meeting his lust-filled gaze.
I could feel the heat of his cock against my fingers, and I shuddered with pleasure. I moved my hips against it, rubbing it against my pussy, but he wouldn't let me have it just yet. He firmly grabbed my hips and pulled me back, causing me to gasp as his cock pressed against my wet entrance.
"Shit," he muttered, his voice filled with urgency. "You don't want every one in the house to hear, do you?"
Blushing, I shook my head. "No."
"Then be quiet," he commanded, his tone filled with desire. "And get on all fours."
I obediently complied, getting up and placing my hands on the bench, sticking my ass out for him to penetrate me from behind. He firmly grasped my hips, and I felt his cock slip inside me, causing me to moan with pleasure. My pussy felt incredibly full as he began to fuck me with passionate intensity, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the morning. He tightly gripped my hips as he thrust into me, hitting my G-spot and evoking whimpering sounds of ecstasy.
Leaning forward, I rested my head against the bench, my knees weak as Henry continued to thrust into me. I groaned into the cushion as his hands moved to my ass, squeezing my cheeks firmly, massaging them and intensifying my pleasure. I could hear him grunting behind me, his breathing growing more ragged. To my surprise, just as I was on the verge of climax, he stopped abruptly, withholding his release.
I whimpered in frustration as he withdrew, his cock throbbing with unfulfilled desire.
"I want to keep fucking you, over and over again, I have waited a long time for this," he said and I smiled.
"Then fuck me elsewhere, "