“Yes, sir.”
He picks up the hem of my dress, then lifts and removes it. I’m left in a black lace thong. He pushes back from the counter. “Hurry up, Princess, or I’ll take you on the counter.”
“I’m okay with that.”
He turns me by my shoulders and swats my ass, then presses his hardness against it. “You’re only okay with that because you have no idea what you’re asking for.” He yanks my hair and bites my neck. “Get upstairs.” But he’s holding me, and I can’t move until he lets go.
He swats my ass again.
I run upstairs, Hudson on my heels, and the dog starts barking and running with us. I burst into my bedroom.
“Wrong room,” Hudson shouts.
I rush to the end of the hallway to his bedroom and open it. The scent of him hits me where I ache the most, and I sit on his massive bed just as he walks in, dog right behind him. Hudson bends and presses his palm on the dog’s face and pushes Prince outside so he can close the door. We hear scratching and whining. I feel bad, though not that bad when Hudson comes out of the bathroom naked. Because I heard water running in the sink, I thought he went to wash his hands. His nakedness catches me by surprise and makes my heart race.
He stands in front of me and picks up my legs as he drops to his knees. My panties come off, and I lie back with my legs spread and Hudson’s head between them. I grab the sheets and bring them to my nose.
They smell like him, and his scent makes me so horny, I practically feel my pussy pulse while Hudson teases my entrance with his thick fingers. He slides them over my clit, then I feel his tongue licking my pucker hole, driving me to highs I never reached with my own fingers. I’m slick and achy, and Hudson’s kneading my breasts, tweaking my nipples.
My legs start shaking because I can’t control my body anymore, and I beg him to stop and continue at the same time.
His five-o’clock shadow rubs against my entrance, and his fingers tease my clit and move rapidly over it. Pressure develops in my lower belly. I gasp, “I’m coming.” I grab his hair and hold him, but he detaches from my pussy and snatches my wrists, then moves over me, one hand lifting me and positioning my body under him higher on the bed so my head rests on the pillow.
Hudson wipes his mouth, then kisses me. I can still taste myself on him, and I moan into his mouth, lifting my hips.
He settles between my thighs. One hand disappears from around my face. I think he’s positioning himself down there. I grow nervous and freeze when I feel the tip of him at my entrance. “It only hurts the first time,” he says and slowly pushes inside me.
I bite my lip as he stretches me with his fat cock, then he lowers his head and makes out with me as he pushes deeper inside, then pulls back. I moan into his mouth. It’s both painful and pleasant, and I’m confused as he glides in and out of me, pushing inside me deeper with each thrust. I’m clutching his shoulders and fisting his hair, begging him for nothing and everything.
We make out as he fucks me, sweat making our bodies sticky. My husband pushes my knee up and away from my body, then starts grinding his pelvis against my clit. “Princess, you’re perfect,” he says. “I always wondered,” he whispers as he glides into me. It’s torture. I’m so hot and desperate, raking my nails over his back. I want to come, but he’s teasing me and moving slowly, drawing out the pleasure. “When and if I’ll ever marry. Then I saw you, and I knew. I knew you were mine.”
Tears sting my eyes, but I’m not sad. There’re all these emotions I don’t quite know what to do with. Hudson stops kissing me, lifts up on his elbows, and pounds into me. I come screaming, and he’s pounding me still, grunting, his jaw taut and a snarl forming on his face.
I wrap my fingers over his neck and squeeze gently. Hudson throws back his head, his back arches, and I feel the jet of cum spray inside my channel.
Emptied, Hudson flips onto his back and takes me with him so that I’m lying on him the way our dog did on the couch.
I stare out the window at the sun and the trees and the birds and feel loved and protected, but most of all understood. I never would’ve mentioned how I felt around Brando to anyone else.Not to my mom and definitely not to my dad. They’d dismiss it. But Hudson sees what I feel and expresses it with a clarity that validates my feelings.
12
My wife’s lying on my chest, and I’m staring at the ceiling, wondering how I got so lucky with a pretty young woman who’s willing to give herself to me completely. And Benny is willing. All I have to do is take it. Body, mind, soul, heart. And Iwilltake it. But first, I owe her some reassurances that those things I’m gonna take are gonna be well taken care of.
“I regret leaving for the business trip,” I say.
Benny props herself up on her elbows, her hair falling to one side of her head. She is so very pretty. I kiss her mouth, wanting to fuck her again. That pussy is addictive. Thank God I already married her, or I’d have to quit my job for a year just to chase her, date her, dote on her, and only then propose. In that sense, I also got lucky.
“Why did you?”
“I thought I’d let you get used to the house and staff first. Warm up to everyone before I came around and…well, invaded the space.”
She nods. “I thought you didn’t want to be here.”
“I see how my leaving right after we married came across to you. But it’s not like that. I’m never gonna leave you, Princess. I’m not that kind of man. I’ve committed, and I said yes, and that means till death do us part.”
She smiles, blushes a little, then bends to kiss my nipple and plucks it with her lips. I groan and adjust my erection when Benny straddles me. My eyebrows shoot up as she grinds her wet pussy over my dick until I’m hard again.
She slips me inside her, throws her head back, and moves up and down on me, completely catching me by surprise. I grab her hips and watch her fuck me, hating this position with her on top, but willing to let her do whatever she wants.
