I blushed. “What?”
“Don’t play innocent with me,” he replied. He ripped his belt off in a single snapping motion. “I know you too well, you dirty thing. Take your toy out of your purse. Any of them will do.”
We talk a lot in today’s age about the horrors of being seen. But it was even worse to be seen when the person you were was a fucking slut with multiple sex toys in her purse and a pussy aching to be filled by some man in a bathroom stall.
I had no shame, did I? The cock was too good, and the orgasms too close.
Besides, I liked this new Hudson. The one who wasn’t afraid to demand what he wanted from me.
Frantically, I dug through my purse for the first toy I got my hands on. A tiny tube of mascara that, when opened, revealed a brushlike wand capable of delivering small but intensevibrations. When I had it in hand, Hudson could no longer hold that simmering lust back. He snapped my head between his hands, kissing me and tearing at my clothes like a man possessed. Gone went my shirt buttons. Out popped my tits from my bra.
He was all over me, dominating me with his rough hands and even rougher mouth. He seemed to be everywhere at once. My waist, my hard nipples, my sensitive neck, the heights of my thighs.
And when he had trouble accessing my pussy, he gave my skirt the same treatment as my shirt.
He simply tore through it until it could be dispatched carelessly to the floor.
Finally, he wrapped his hands around my ass, picking me up until I had no choice but to wrap my wet-pussyed legs around him, exposing my cunt completely to his whims.
I’d always worried about being too heavy for stuff like this, but Hudson apparently had super-lust strength, because he carried me with ease and set me on the edge of the sink.
Breathy, he tipped his forehead against mine. “I’m going to fuck you now. And you’re going to cum around my cock, screaming my name.”
“What if someone hears?”
He whipped out his cock. It slid along my wet entrance, mixing our matching pre-cum. “Then they’ll know you’re mine, that I’m yours, and that you’re a dirty fucking slut who needed to be punished with my cock.”
And then he was inside me. Fast and hard and, true to his word, completely punishing. Balancing on the edge of the sink, I brought my vibrator to my clit and let it work on me—turning it to the highest setting, higher than I’d ever used it before.
Hudson fucked me like a dirty girl. I felt like one. And soon my orgasm was blossoming as he filled and stretched my cunt.
I gripped at his shoulders, fingernails digging in. I couldn’tcatch my breath. I couldn’t get him deep enough. I couldn’t stop seeing stars—
“Hudson! Hudson, I’m yours!”
I came, pulsing around his cock, tightening time and time again, riding the thrusts of his cock until he, too, came in a roaring climax.
He filled me to the brim as he rode out the final aftershocks of our combined orgasm.
When he withdrew from me, he helped me off the sink and set me back on my feet. I immediately felt his slick cum slide from between my swollen pussy lips and down my legs. I reached for a napkin—
“Don’t you dare touch that,” Hudson said, his voice low and dangerous.
I chuckled. “But I’ve got to walk out of here.”
He didn’t join my laughter. “I know.”
“What if someone sees?”
“We already talked about this. Then they’ll know just what you are.Mine.”
My mouth went dry. Iwashis. And I wanted to be. Smelling like him, slick with him…I had been marked, and I liked it.
Returning my tits to my bra, I managed to salvage my shirt—at least most of the buttons. My skirt, however, was not going to make it without some serious alterations. Maybe I had a pin in my purse…
“You really did a number on my clothes, didn’t you?”
Hudson shrugged. “They were in my way. I’ll buy you some new stuff. Here. You can have my coat.” There it was. That smirk that turned me onandcomforted me all at the same time. “I’m not done with you.”
