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She emits a tiny whine and nods her head.
“And I want you to do exactly as I say. You hear me?”
Frenchie bites her lip and nods. “Yes, Hudson.”
I kiss her one more time and use my shoulders to spread her thighs open.
Last night’s taste of her was just a precursor. This is heaven. My mouth on Frenchie’s pussy, her sweet juice coating my lips, I am sure I’ve reached nirvana. Bliss. I feel her hands in my hair, and I correct her. “No, no. Hands to yourself.”
“I need to touch you,” she rasps.
“Are you my first mate or not?”
“Um, what?”
I hoist myself up until I’m even with her face, my lips nearly close enough to touch hers. “I asked you if you were going to be my first mate or not.”
“First? Oh. Oh, on the boat.”
“A first mate has to follow orders. Are you going to follow orders?”
“Yes, captain,” she says.
“Good girl,” I say as she clasps her hands together under her head.
Juice runs down my chin when I get back to business. Bossing her around has evidently made her even wetter than before.
She’s so wet I have to spread her out even wider, coating my fingers with all of her sweetness while I devour her like an ice-cream cone. Side to side with my flat tongue and swirling up to the top. When I reach the sweet fruit at the top, I suck her clit into my mouth, sinking my fingers deep into her gorgeous cunt. Frenchie arches her back, her body overtaken with her release.
“So beautiful,” I remind her. And it’s not just her looks. Watching her come, feeling the way she grips my fingers, seeing her soul in her eyes, I know she’s mine forever. When we’re ninety-something years old like her Tony and Tiny, she’ll still be my beautiful girl.
Chapter 13
Adalee
Hudson has wrecked me so thoroughly with his mouth, there’s no way he’s getting more where that came from.
But I am so wrong.
Once again, he loses his clothes, revealing his broad chest, thick thighs, and twitching red dick.
As he hovers over me and takes my hands in his, I wonder how he’s going to take me. Hard? Slow?
All my questions dissolve as he nudges my legs apart and seats himself at the juncture of my thighs. Keeping a grip on my hands above my head, he slips his bare length into me slowly. Inch by torturous inch. Skin against skin. It’s the sweetest feeling in the whole world.
To be kissed sensuously, passionately, while being slow-fucked by this man is a treasure. He makes me feel so precious, cared for. He feels so good, fills me up so completely that my heart might burst out of my chest.
He whispers close to my ear. “I want to feel you everywhere. Can I?”
I know what this means.
I bite my lip and nod my head. “Yes, Hudson. I want that.”
How can I describe the feeling of being filled everywhere by this man? The tip of one digit carefully slides into my bottom—just the tip. My body instantly reacts by bucking hard against him, pulling a small shriek of surprise from my throat.
Hudson pauses his thrusts until he’s sure I want him to keep going. “More,” I say.
He stretches me out with his finger before sinking in deeper, all the while destroying me with his dick. I may never know how a man can be so thoroughly and joyfully and vigorously rutting me while being so tender with my other port of entry just around the corner. Hudson’s a man of many talents.
