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Desperate for more.

Something primal in me snaps. I drink her in, running my fingers through her soft golden locks. Wrapping them around my fist and angling her head for better access.

I need more.I want everything.

All of her.

Her body.

Her heart.

Her fucking soul.

I untangle my hand from her hair and shove down my jeans, then drop my knee on the mattress between her legs. With careful, shaking fingers I pull the neckline of the blue silk down under her magnificent tits. Running my tongue lightly around one pale-pink rigid nipple, I hear her breathing falter, then I do it again with more pressure. I suck it into my mouth while my hand cups the other perfect breast. A perfect handful. “How the hell do I get this thing off you, Madison?”

Her back bows off the bed when I tug on her nipple and twist.

“I need more skin,” I practically plead while I search for a zipper or a button or a goddamn pair of scissors.Something. Anything to get her out of this.

She kisses me slowly with trembling, needy lips, before she flips over onto her knees and tugs on the blue laces that tie in a bow at the small of her back, drawing my eyes down to her delectable ass. Her panties are cut incredibly high on the tight globes of her cheeks. More gold thread shimmers in the lace set off against her creamy skin.

So much creamy skin. “You’re killing me,” I groan, and she fucking laughs.

It’s the sweetest sound, and it grounds me in the moment.

With more patience than I knew I possessed, I take my time unlacing each silk string. Kissing the freckles that dot the soft skin on her shoulders. Exploring each pronounced vertebra of her spine with my tongue. Then with shaking hands, I finally free the last of the lace from her body, rip the corset off her, and suck the skin of the beautiful dimples that sit right above her ass.

A shiver skirts down her skin, and I reach around and palm her breasts before placing another kiss between her shoulder blades and pushing her chest against the bed.

Maddie’s delicate fingers fist the blanket.

“Hudson,” she keens when I grip her hips between my hands and drag my tongue over the long, lean muscles of her back. My cock grows harder with each inch I taste and every sound she makes.

With careful fingers, I shove the scrap of lace she’s calling panties aside and run my nose along her smooth, bare sex. She smells like honey and vanilla, like sex and candy. My mouth waters and goes dry at the same damn time. “So fucking wet for me.”

She bucks her hips against my face and moans in response, igniting a fire I never want to extinguish.

I bury my face in her cunt, dragging my tongue up to her clit and fucking feasting like a dying man worshipping at her alter. Licking. Kissing. Tongue-fucking this woman until she’s squirming and begging and bucking beneath me.

“Oh God.” She smothers her face in the pillows underneath her as the first ripples of her orgasm take control of her and her body starts to shake.

“Let me hear you, Madison.” I push a long, thick finger into her wet heat and stretch her.

“Hudson,” she pleads, and my name on her lips is an addiction I never want to recover from.

“Give me what I want. Come on my tongue, then I’ll let you come on my cock, baby.” The demanding words rip from my mouth as I slide a second finger inside her, knuckle-deep, and tongue her harder.

She rocks her hips against my face, and my need to fuck her wars with my need to wring every last shudder I can from her before she takes my cock.

Her body collapses beneath me.

“That’s my good girl.” I run my hand over the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen, then flip her over, desperate for more.

“Hudson,” she sighs breathlessly. “Please.”

I press my lips to hers. “You never have to beg me for anything.”

Her hands skim over my body until she can push down my boxers and tilt her hips up to rub against me.

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