I couldn’t stop thinking about how perfect we fitted together as Hudson devoured my mouth, his hands roaming every inch of my body, as if he couldn’t decide which part of me he wanted to pay attention to first.
Not that I could blame him.
I felt just as out of control; my baser instincts taking over in a blur.
The next thing I knew I sat astride him, those large hands of his moving me into position, however he wanted me, in a way that made my pussy throb. I shouldn’t like that he treated me like a doll, his possession, but I did.
I liked it a fucking lot.
Tightening my thighs around his hips, I ground my hips down, feeling the bulge of his hard cock graze along the damp material of my ruined underwear. I was a slave to my body, to finding what felt good and chasing after it like an addict in search of their next hit.
The slight pleading sound of Hudson’s voice as he toyed with the hem of my oversized t-shirt, only fuelled me further.
I wanted to see what else I could do, that would make such a masculine man like Hudson Millen plead and whine and beg and—
He flipped me over onto my back before I could catch my breath, stealing the first ripples of my orgasm cruelly, only to replace it with the striking sight of him between my legs, the plastic wrap covering his fresh neck tattoo glinting in the early morning sun.
Filthy words were poured along the crevices of my body, down the delicate centre of my shivering spine and into my skin, dripping from Hudson’s lips. Addictive and moreish, until I raised my hips and thrust myself into his face, desperate for him to finish what he’d started hours ago.
But not even that could prepare me for the first swipe of his wet tongue along my folds; the first man to touch me like that in almost four years.
Maybe I should have felt awkward and out of practise.
Maybe if it had been anybody but Hudson, I would have.
But beneath his filthy words and masculine exterior, was a man who was able to make me laugh loudly while my legs we’re spread wide in a vulnerable position, putting me at ease with his presence.
Hips jolting from the bed, I sank into my body entirely, laser focused on the pleasure coursing up and down my spine.
Hudson was entirely too good at eating my pussy like it was his last meal on earth.
Toes curling into the sheets, I pushed away the thought that threatened to ask mewhyhe was so good at eating pussy. I didn’t want to think about the hundreds of other girls he’d practised on, the other girls he’d made squeal and cream and whine and squirt.
Ecstasy licked at my bones, seizing up my muscles until I had my thighs clamped around Hudson’s ears.
Giving my clit one last hard suck, he raised his head, the sight of the blown out ring of his pupils unforgettable.
“Keep your fucking legs open, Giselle.”
Holy fucking shit.
I’d whined out a reply as I gripped the backs of my legs, relishing in the way Hudson’s hands twined their way against mine, keeping me open wide for him.
Keeping me at his mercy.
Which was exactly where I wanted to be.
So caught up in the lapping of his tongue and the slight stubble burn building across my inner thighs, I didn’t notice Hudson slipping one of his hands out of my grasp and downto my core, until he was notching a finger at my entrance and attempting to slide inside.
I could have told him it wouldn’t be that easy.
Clamping around the thick digit of his finger, a small pinch of discomfort nipped at my lower stomach.
“You’re fucking tight,”he gritted out, obviously feeling the tight flutter of my walls.“Are you—”
I’d shaken my head against the duck feather pillow beneath me.
“I’ll be gentle, then.”
