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Where’s the lie?
My mind can’t come up with a warning signal or a red flag right now when Hudson is staring at me so intently that I might combust just from the intensity of it. I can’t tell if he knows exactly what he’s doing or if this is what it feels like to be wanted by him.
But it’s intense. It’s terrifying and utterly addictive as all hell.
Hudson reaches for the glass plate in my lap and rids me of it when he places it on his bedside table. With the lack of a barrier between us, he has free rein to do exactly what he wants to me.
And I’m not going to complain one bit.
“Peel the comforter off you, Opie,” Hudson commands. “And move that pretty ass to the edge of the bed.”
My body locks down, showing the first sign of protecting my head and heart from this man.
Hudson wants to strip me down and bare all my cards to him. Everything that makes me tick and revolve around the sun.
If he looked close enough, he might even see that I’m a single mother. A detail I’ve kept close to my chest and tucked away because, after learning that he lost a daughter, I don’t feel as though it’s the right time to even mention that I’ve been blessed enough to have one.
“I don’t know any other languages,” Hudson professes impatiently. “Spread your thighs, baby.”
It’s the last word that melts away the hesitation. A basic term of endearment that isn’t unique in any way but off Hudson’s lips, it’s sure to be rare.
Following his instructions, I lean back against his mattress and pry my legs open, but I barely make it to the edge of the bed when Hudson’s palms cup behind my thighs and do it for me.
His thick finger hooks around my panties, dragging them down my thighs before pocketing them in his jeans pocket. I must make an expression because Hudson acknowledges it.
“If you’re not coming over tonight, I need something to spill my cum into.”
I blow out a heavy exhale, cheeks puffed, which makes Hudson chuckle like the inked asshole he is before dropping to his haunches to get to me.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters as he stares at my most intimate place and I’m overly thankful he’s not looking at me right now because my face is on fire.
His tongue peeks out within seconds, licking a trail from my cunt to my clit in one perfect stroke and my thighs mindlessly close around his head in silent need for more.
Hudson doesn’t keep me waiting, shoving a thick finger inside me but it’s not enough. His mouth clasps around my clit as he teases me with his tongue and pumps in me a few times before adding a second digit, slowly building me up in an excruciating way.
“Is all this mine, Opie?” he asks, and it’s a dangerous time to ask me anything because my immediate answer is always going to be the one he wants.
“Yes,” I utter before I’m rewarded with a third finger and my spine arches off the bed to take every inch of them.
“Slow down,” Hudson commands lightly. “I don’t want you to come too soon.”
“I do,” I retort instantaneously, using my ass to fuck his fingers like it’s his cock. “Give it to me, Hudson.”
And I mean his dick.
There isn’t anything else in the world like it that makes me submit the way it does and I’m fiending for more of Hudson owning me like I’m his.
“I will, baby,” he promises me. “But I’m hungry. And I’m not even close to being full yet.”
I groan in frustration which only has him rumbling against me in amusement. But it doesn’t break his rhythm or concentration when he finger-fucks me and sucks on my clit like he was born to worship me.
The idea behind it spikes the buildup in my lower gut and creates tingles in my toes. I’m on the edge of falling but Hudson will pick me back up again just to do it all over.
He’s a dick like that.
One that, not only do I like, but can’t get enough of. It’s an addiction I’m quickly getting hooked on and I’m not sure how to steer from it without wanting to crash full force into everything that Hudson gives me.
“Hudson,” I whimper, so close to breaking apart against him that I can’t stand the wait anymore.
