Page 17 of My Downfall

My pussy clenches in anticipation, she’s desperate to get a good, hard fuck. I’m going to be so disappointed if Hudson doesn’t live up to my expectations.

Mia: Your cum would have been enough sustenance but Chinese was probably a good shout

Hudson: Fuck

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His house is stunning and huge. Absolutely huge. So huge, it makes Reed’s look like a pool house.

This is more like how I imagined a Davenport living. The motorbike threw me, in a totally good way but it was not what I was expecting.

I knock on the large double-fronted door and do an eager little dance as I wait. I hope he hasn’t got cameras out here. Before I know it, the door opens and the man I am fast becoming obsessed with is standing in front of me.

“You came,” he murmurs.

“I said I would.”

“I never know with you.” He steps to the side, and I walk into the foyer.

“Oh, wow,” I mumble under my breath. I can see all the way through to the back of the house, which is a wall of solid glass.

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you round. I plan on fucking you in every room in this house.”

“Maybe I just came for the Chinese.”

“Then you’re shit out of luck because you’re not leaving here without having had my cock buried in every single hole of yours.”

Hudson

“Hmm, yes,” she rasps.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I just shake my head at her. It’s time for her to meet the real man behind the Dean. She tilts her head at me and I see the moment she realizes what I mean, her pupils blowing at what she’s about to call me.

“Yes, Daddy,” she practically whimpers.

Fucking perfection.

“Good girl. Now, let’s get you fed. You’re going to need plenty of energy for the night I have planned.”

I take her hand and lead her into the kitchen where the boxes of Chinese food are lined up waiting for us. I got a selection, not knowing what her favorite was.

“That’s a lot of food.”

“I didn’t know what you liked.”

“Everything. I like everything.” I don’t think she’s talking about the food.

“Chopsticks or fork?” She plucks the chopsticks out of my hand and grabs a box, putting a portion into one of the bowls I’ve laid out.

“Want me to do yours?”

“Sure.” I smirk to myself. This is the only thing she’ll be taking charge of tonight, so I let her get away with it. Only this, though.

We sit at the breakfast bar, my thigh pressing along her denim clad one. I can’t wait to feel her skin to skin.