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My body melts into the mattress as he’s careful to keep his weight off me, and this is what life is, right? I either shove him off me and tell him to go back home to forget about me or I tell him to stay. That I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
I crave his brooding and seriousness which is such a contrast to my personality. Yes, it’s annoying sometimes, but I got him to break.
This right here is him breaking and opening himself up to me fully to give him the chance he wants and the life I’ve dreamed about when I’d allow myself to get too deep inside my head.
It could be the worst mistake of my life and the biggest episode of heartbreak or I could give Rory and I a good man who will protect us at all costs and bring happiness in his wake.
“I’m still waiting to see what you’re going to do to me,” I sass back, spreading my thighs wider now that he’s gotten the rest of my jean shorts off.
My heart races in my chest from all the possibilities but I’ve left my whole life behind—my family—just to find some damn peace in this world.
And Hudson is just the icing on the cake.
“We doing this my way or yours?”
I lift a curious brow. “What’s my way?”
“I’d let you decide that.”
The idea is tempting as hell. Hudson underneath me to do whatever I want to him sends a slight shiver down my spine because it always comes with this influx of power that I feel has always been lacking in my life.
Placing a palm on his chest, I give him a light shove to get off of me and he immediately follows the silent order. Getting to my side and rolling onto his.
“Shirt off,” I command, sitting up and getting to my feet to peel off my panties. However, I pause on that action because the show is what gets Hudson going. The deep connection he so carefully avoided for years is what brings out the full-blown animal that this man is.
With his green eyes locked onto me, he tugs his black tee over his head and gives me the full view that I’ve been deprived of for weeks. I leisurely and shamelessly take him in. This massive body of a man on this king-sized bed still makes him look like a god in ink and a whole lot of pent-up lust.
“What’s next?” he asks impatiently. The hardness of his tone giving away each chip of his resolve of my taking my sweet-ass time.
“I can’t fuck you with your pants on,” I reply innocently, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra as Hudson intently watches my every single move.
“I hope you enjoy this,” he utters, lifting his ass to remove his black jeans when I let my generous tits fall. “Because I’m going to fuck you so hard when I get my hands on you, Opie.”
Oh, I plan on it.
Yet I don’t say the words out loud and let him feel every certain type of way with how he could get it however he wants without announcing it.
Hooking my panties with my index finger, I take my time surveying his tanned thighs and the bulge in his boxers. I don’t bother to give out my next step in the process, holding on to the only piece of clothing on me until he removes his.
Hudson picks up on it within a second, ridding himself of the cotton material as I slowly lose mine.
I couldn’t explain the way Hudson looks at me because there are so many emotions and unspoken thoughts riding through his mind that I take action on my own.
With his back against the plethora of pillows, I straddle his body and reach for his hard cock between my thighs.
I don’t speak when I position him to enter me. I only observe his facial expression and every flicker of hunger flashing across his features.
And when I sink down on him for the first time in weeks, my cunt screams that he’s too big and we took too much way too fast. Nonetheless, I don’t stop the roll of my hips and the deep groan that escapes Hudson’s lips.
“What are the rules, baby?” he practically hisses. “I need them all mapped out.”
“Thighs,” I reply through a breathless exhale. “You can only touch—” His hands are immediately there, grounding me to the mattress as my pace quickens.
My buildup is almost instantaneous and I’m lasting approximately seconds with the way he fills me. The slight brush of my clit against his pelvis and the heavy fixation of Hudson’s eyes.
“Fuck, Opie,” he grinds out, remaining deathly still which I know is hard for him. “You’re so fucking tight for me. And this pussy is welcoming me home.”
I ride him faster, taking what I need quickly and without second-guessing a thing because this is my gift from him. And I’m going to take it with every second as we begin this new life.
