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I pull my lip between my teeth, his praise causing anticipation to snake down my spine in thick tendrils. While he takes his time devouring my body with his eyes, I can’t help but appreciate the man standing in front of me.

With thick shoulders and an array of hard-earned muscles, Hudson’s body was made to be admired, and not just as a professional hockey player but as a raw, masculine specimen of a man. The sharp slope of his jaw that’s dusted with hair that he didn’t bother to shave. The intense blue of his eyes. The rows and rows of abs that I want to run my tongue along every time I see them, all the way down to the sharp cutouts at his hips that lead down to his cock. And as if he didn’t have all of those things already in his favor, his cock is beautiful.

It sounds weird to call a man as masculine and strong as Hudson beautiful, but there is truly no other way to describe it. His thick and long cock bobs against his stomach, covered in thick veins. The kind you want to run your tongue along before taking him as far as you can into your mouth just to see the uninhibited look of ecstasy on his handsome face.

“That look,” he mutters, shaking his head. “It makes me crazy, Caroline.”

As crazy as he makes me feel, I want to say back, but I simply stare up at him through my lashes, a sultry grin plastered on my lips.

Then, he moves, stalking closer with purpose, and that purpose is to have his hands on every inch of my body. I can see it in his eyes that there will be no repeat of our first night together, no leaving him without a word, no fleeing when it feels too… much.

When his knees hit the bed, he hovers over me, placing his hands on each side of my head. His tongue darts out and flicks the metal bar through my nipple, causing me to gasp at the sensation of his hot, wet mouth. Then, his fingers join his mouth, rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingers, tugging gently at the piercing.

“I love these,” he growls, filling his hands with my breasts, squeezing them as he speaks. “I want to fuck them one day. Can I fuck your perky little tits, Caroline? Slick my cock with your pussy, then slide it right here.” He trails his middle finger right down the center of my chest, then moves to circle a nipple.

The mouth on this man should be illegal.

“Yes,” I breathe when he leans forward and scrapes his teeth over the sensitive tip, causing my back to arch against his mouth and my hands to fly up to fist into his hair.

I’ve always had sensitive breasts, even more so now that they’re pierced, and it seems like Hudson’s picked up on that fact just from the small amount of time he’s spent with my body. I think I could maybe even come…just like this.

“Not tonight, but I will. Soon,” he promises, kissing a path down my stomach, nipping with just the perfect amount of pain, only to soothe it with his tongue. “Right now, I want to eat this pretty pussy because I’ve been starving for it. You wouldn’t want me to starve, now would you, Caroline?”

I’m so turned on, so unbelievably wet and dizzy with lust, that I can hardly form a thought to even respond to his filthy words.

“N-no.”

That’s all I’ve got. Two stuttered syllables.

He licks his lips as they curl into a feral grin, dropping to his knees between my legs, then hauls me to the edge of the bed until my feet rest along his broad shoulders.

I’m not sure I’ll ever get over the way he’s able to handle me like a rag doll, especially when it’s so goddamn sexy. Raw, masculine power.

“Open wide, baby. I want to see you,” he rasps, using his fingers to spread me open. God, he’s so dirty, the way his gaze drags over my pussy. “Look how swollen and wet you are. It’s seeping from you. Do you want me to lick it all up?”

I don’t even have time to overthink or shy away from his gaze because he dips his head and swirls his tongue on my throbbing clit.

My legs fly closed at the sensation of his mouth on me, and he pulls back, clicking his tongue as he places a flat palm along my stomach to hold me still. “Be a good girl and be still, or I’ll have to stop, and you don’t want that, do you?”

Oh god, no. Not at all. I think I might actually die if he stopped right now.

Hudson leans in again, resuming his assault on my pussy by flicking my clit over and over until I’m writhing on the bed, my hands wound so tightly into the sheets that they’ve pulled free. He flattens his tongue and takes a languid swipe of me, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs, all while pressing me down onto the bed, refusing to let me run from the pleasure.

“Hudson,” I pant, gripping the fabric harder as pleasure rocks through me, a dull throb inside me intensifying with each swipe of his tongue.

He circles my clit, and I feel his finger prod my entrance before sliding inside me. I clamp down around him, and he hisses, “Goddamnit, the tightest, most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen.”

I don’t know whether he’s talking to me or to himself, but he stares down at me with reverence as he sucks my clit into his mouth, my vision dancing. My body seizes in the most intense pleasure of my life.

Another finger. More pressure. His teeth graze against my pulsing clit. The wet sound of him devouring me alone is so erotic that it’s almost enough to send me over the edge.

“Not yet,” he murmurs against my slick pussy and slides out his fingers, leaving me feeling empty. The orgasm that was slowly building inside of me fades out of reach. My body, which was wound so taut, now sags against the bed, and in one quick motion, Hudson flips me over onto my knees, gently pressing my upper half into the mattress. I can feel his teeth graze along the globe of my butt, his fingers deftly sliding along the soft curve of my hip, pulling my ass higher in the air.

His lips graze my lower back, his tongue dipping into the small dimples there before he trails slow, steady kisses up my spine. By the time he reaches my neck and slides his hand along my throat, pulling me back against him, I’m practically panting.

Wetness slides down my legs in a sopping, soaked mess, intensified by his lips ghosting across my skin.

It’s erotic and dirty, but I don’t care. All I care about is falling over the edge with this man.

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