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He tilts forward some more, filling me with a couple more inches. The most thrilling mix of pleasure and discomfort swirls through me. But as each second goes by, the discomfort subsides, and the pleasure grows.
“Fuck, Summer,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Slowly, he continues to fill me, and I stretch around him, growing used to his size. The feeling is overwhelming, it makes me forget about everything else in the world except this moment. Hudson moans as he pushes forward one more time, buried in me as far as he can go.
I wrap my legs around his trim waist, my arms around his torso. I pull him close to me, close enough to feel the frantic heartbeat going crazy in his chest.
“You alright?” he asks, his voice caring.
“Mhm,” I answer. I roll my hips, pleasure scattering through me from where we’re joined. “Go,” I encourage him.
He draws back, then slowly drives back into me. He doesn’t stop this time, filling me to the hilt in one measured thrust. The pleasure is other-worldly, fire burning up and down my spine with every inch that he slides into my wetness.
“Fuck,” he groans, his features pinched. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby. Such a good girl for me.”
He does the same thing, drawing back and plunging into me at a slow, steady pace. This time the discomfort is almost totally gone, pleasure swelling above it, satisfying the ache between my legs so good.
“This fucking pussy was made for me,” he says. “You fit me so good. So right.”
When he bottoms out, I roll my hips forward, meeting his thrust. “Faster,” I say, ready for it.
He obliges, speeding up his pace. Each time he thrusts into me, his stroke is faster, harder, and the sensation grows more intense. There’s something building deep inside me, lower, deeper, and more powerful than the orgasm he just gave me with his mouth.
Hudson’s face while he fucks me is heart-stopping. His sharp, striking features are contorted in intensity. I feel a heady sense of power that it’s me causing him so much pleasure that all his inhibitions crumble. Having the stoic goalie cursing, panting, rolling his eyes is like a high.
“So good, Hudson,” I moan. “Your cock feels so fucking good inside me.”
It’s never felt like this. Not with anyone.
“Summer,” he groans. “You feel so fucking good, baby. Holy shit. I can’t fucking believe it.”
“I’m close,” I announce, feeling the pressure inside me swelling so much that I know it’ll burst soon.
That speeds up his pace, and when he hits just the right spot at just the right angle, my mind shatters.
My body tenses up as a new level of pleasure pulses through me. I tighten my grip around Hudson, digging my fingertips into the thick, dense muscle of his back. He thrusts one more time, and I can feel him come unglued, his body going taut and a savage groan ripping from his throat.
The world falls away, and I ride the waves of the most overwhelming, all-consuming sensation I’ve ever felt. Bursts of color erupt behind my tightly clenched eyes. My walls spasms around Hudson’s thick cock buried inside me.
It feels like I’m falling, but in the best way, and I keep my arms and legs wrapped around Hudson to make sure he falls with me.
“Holy shit.” Hudson’s exhausted voice is the first thing I sense once my orgasm subsides. “Summer. That was incredible.”
I can only nod and hum a light sound of agreement. I don’t even have the strength to open my eyes. I feel drained, utterly depleted, in the best way possible.
Hudson’s lips feather against my cheek in a kiss. It’s a soft, chaste kiss, and it makes my heart hum with happiness.
When I open my eyes, his are the first thing I see. He’s looking at me, utter satisfaction written on his face like I’ve never seen before.
I curl into him, and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight to him.
It occurs to me that my mind should be swirling with questions. With thoughts. What does this mean for me and Hudson?
But right now, it’s enough for me to just feel the utter contentment that sings through every limb of my body. I let Hudson wrap his arms around me, I let my head rest against his chest, and I let myself drift into the best, most peaceful sleep I can remember having.
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HUDSON
