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“Make everything incredibly sexy.” He shakes his head, studying my pussy up close and personal as he adds a third finger.Hudson Gray is between my thighs, traces of his seed still on my skin. Thank you, God, for listening. “After you cut your foot, all I’ve been doing is convincing myself I don’t want to bury myself inside you.” He licks down my thigh before adding, “You’re all I can think about, Dolly.”
“More,” I breathe, my lips unmoving as a controlled exhale flares my nostrils. He slips his pinkie in, all four of his digits splayed open deep inside me. My taint burns as my channel is stretched by the sexiest hand in the world. Flare after flare, he stretches me softly, almost delicately, as he showers me in priceless gifts.
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, Dolly.”
“You and this sexy little brain are all I think about, baby, do you know that?”
“Fuck, I love your filthy, twisted mind.”
A few minutes of slow playing things and my spine begins to tingle. My thighs shake and pain circles my hard nipples, sweat bubbling up on my belly and neck. “Hudson,” I hiss, breath shaky. “Do it now. Fucking do it, Hud, please, God,do it!” I scream, my throat straining with each command.
His eyes hold mine as applies pressure on my groin using the flat terrain of his opposing palm. Holding me steady as my body shakes, he drops his thumb below my clit and begins working it inside. The pure, unabashed need for him takes over my ability to function, and my eyes close as I sink my head into the pillows.
“Fu-fu-fuuuck,” I groan, feeling my walls bear down, the urge to push him out overwhelming. The sensation reminds me of what childbirth looks like in movies, and my brain circles on what he said earlier.That he wants to bury cum deep inside my womb and make babies with me forever.I envision my belly nearly painfully round, my breasts large, nipples fuller. Hudson is between my thighs, his gold wedding ring glistening from his hand’s position on my bump. He feasts on me until I’m screaming. The image is quickly replaced by a shirtless Hudson, gray peppering the sides of his hair as he holds a screaming, pink newborn to his chest, tears in his eyes.
“More,” I howl, getting lost in fantasy, drunk on reality, high on my life. “Fist me now, Hudson, now! Fuck me! More, please!” I beg, rolling up onto my elbows to take in the largest part of his hand spearing into me.
My thighs attempt to clamp together, but Hudson’s broad shoulders stop them. “Ohmygod,” I whine, sweat temporarily fogging my vision as I peer down at his wrist between my thighs.His entire hand is inside me. I bear down, wiggle my hips, grind and thrust. I’m so full, my walls tighten painfully and my belly aches, but God, it feels so good that my vision goes dark and my head gets swimmy.
“Come on now, baby,” his voice finds me in the chaos. “Show my fist what your little pussy does to my cock.”
“Oh, Huddy,” I moan, my orgasm washing over me violently, making my stomach clench and my body ratchet down. When I open my eyes, I see my cum dripping through the dark hair on his wrist, and I scream in reaction. “I’m coming, I’m coming, oh God,” I breathe, my arms flailing, taking swipes at the pillows and bedsheets. I flounder on the bed in erratic waves of crippling pleasure until my limbs are weak and my pussy is sore. When I open my eyes, I find Hudson over me, in awe, watching his hand as he slowly pulls it free. When the largest part of him is out of me, I let out a sigh.
The bed between us is drenched, but my entire focus is his hard cock, the tip leaking into the cotton sheets as he takes my face in his hands.
“You took me so well,” he praises softly, his gentle timbre rousing my senses from post-orgasmic bliss. Between my legs, there’s a flare of heat reminding me that I am in the presence of Hudson Gray, the man I love– of course I’m ready for more. “I was so proud of how well you took me, you did so good,” he says, scattering his lips over mine, kissing the corner of my mouth, above, below, everywhere.
Slowly, my body regains control and I raise my arm to capture his cheek in my palm, smoothing my thumb through the stubble growing there. “More,” I tell him, my voice hoarse from screaming.
A smirk lifts the edge of his perfect lips, a piece of dark hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. I take in his broad, bare chest and the dark hair covering his muscles. His arms are huge, telling the story of a man who works the land more than twelve hours a day. My ovaries shudder at the memory of him out in the pasture, one of the herd dogs running alongside him, a bale of hay balanced on his shoulder. I love how hardworking he is, how good he is with his hands.
Before I know it, I’m flipping onto my belly and he’s surging into me with a deep moan. “I don’t know how long I can keep up with you,” he warns, swatting his large palm over my ass. “Goddamn, your body is perfect.” His compliment warms my skin. “Tell me something else. Tell me what else you did,” he says, his breathing growing more and more uneven as he pumps hard and fast into me, my pussy sore and aching, but burning with pleasure, too.
“The diner,” I moan, “the day I saw you on your date…” His hand slides up my spine, wrapping around the back of my neck. “Your fork…” I breathe, my eyes rolling back in my head as the wide head of his cock nudges my most sensitive spot, making my toes curl.
“I had to ask the waitress for another one,” he recalls, his voice growing husky and distant as he clings to sanity with me.
“Juniper took it and gave it to me. And I sucked on it, I sucked on it trying to taste you,” I admit, the balled-upblankets beneath me rubbing against my clit. “I’ve licked your plates,” I tell him as another orgasm stalks up my shaky legs.
“More.”
“I would have killed Tiffani that day,” I admit, breathy and quiet. His hips still their endless roving, and his cock expands inside me. “I would have gone to prison forever, for him.”
A second passes and then my man is hammering into me from behind, pulling my hair and praising me all at once. “You’re so good— take one more for me, please, Dolly,” he rasps, rutting into me with reckless abandon. “You owe me one more and I need to watch you take it.” More cock being shoved deep, more promises. “Take it, baby, take it and I’ll let you suck the milk from my cock and fill your belly until it’s time to drench your womb and breed you.”
My walls shudder around his substantial size, a burning sensation tearing through my hips and belly. “Oh god, Hud, yes,” I moan as he makes me come yet again, my body seizing against the mattress as he fucks me into it. The bed wails loudly, and I twist my gaze to find our gauzy reflection in the window, his giant frame slamming into mine, owning me, making me his. “I’m coming, Hud, I’m coming, oh, God,” I cry out, squeezing my eyes closed to soak in the feel of finally spasming around him and not some cucumber knockoff.
“Fuck,” he grits, pulling me from my blissful stupor. “Get on your back,” he commands sternly, and I’m on my back in the center of the mattress in a split second, obeying my man the way I always will. He knees his way over my torso, his heavy, dusky balls radiating warmth over my breasts. “Prop yourself on your elbows,” he commands, his tone gravellyand raw as he squeezes his cock above my mouth. A lazy drop of arousal beads slowly out of his slit, rolling down the head, curving the crown, then slipping down his knuckles until I open my mouth, catching what’s left of it.
“Seal,” he barks. With my lips tightly around him, the first few inches secure in my throat, he holds my face with his massive palms. My cunt gushes from the tender way his thumbs stroke the corners of my mouth as his cock begins to rupture, pulsing out heated waves of cum that drip down my throat and coat my tongue.
I love the bob of his hefty cock as he drains himself into my mouth, groaning as he stares deep into my eyes. “Drink,” he coos softly, a gentle smile praising me as he finally gives me my reward. “There you go, you’re swallowing so well.” The pad of his thumb strokes down the front of my throat and my clit blooms in reaction.
When I’ve drunk every drop he’s fed me, we sink into the bed and he cradles me in his arms. The feel of his chest hair against my cheek is so surreal. The scent of his deodorant and aftershave, smelling his bedsheets because I’m really going to sleep in them—all of it is so surreal. I turn my head to meet his eyes in the quickly darkening room. “I love you so much, Hudson.” I don’t catch the tear that slips free, sinking into my hair and the pillow. “When I think about how much I love you and how now I have you, I almost can’t stand it.” I shake my head, feeling overwhelmed at the mention of it. “My feelings are so big and I am so small, it has nowhere to go, so it rattles me.”
He links our hands together, brushing his full lips along our joined knuckles. “Your love is so fierce, I’m flattered and in awe of you, Dolly,” he whispers slowly, making sure I takein and soak up every word. I press my tongue against the roof of my mouth, tasting his cum all over again. My mouth waters.
I want him so badly right now—even aftermanyorgasms. But I have to stifle an impatient voice in my mind that begs to be loved. He’ll tell you when he’s ready. You don’t want him to say it until he means it.
