Page 144 of Force a Date

Hudson fills my life like no one else has.

I couldn’t be more grateful for him. When my own family decided I didn’t fall within their line of rules and wants, I was disposable. And it’s been over three years that I’ve spoken to my mother and sister.

My dad is around from time to time, but he’s decided to not mend my mother’s ways, and that’s not his responsibility. I will never fit in what she believes I should be and I don’t want to.

In Hudson’s eyes, I am everything and he is mine.

I don’t want for anything else.

“Look at you,” Hudson praises me, pistoning his hips in and out of me like it’s his job. “Taking me like such a good girl. But you only get to come if I get what I want.”

“I forgot what that is,” I wisecrack before Hudson thrusts only deeper in response, and I moan in pleasure because, fuck me. This man could con a whole damn country into putting down arms.

“You know what I want, Opie. And I’ll do this shit all damn day if I have to.”

No doubt about that.

When he wanted me to just pick a house because I couldn’t decide, this man ate me out three times before I decided on this one.

And after that, I never second-guessed it being the right one again.

“You know I’ll marry you,” I reveal gently, the complete contrast of what he’s doing to me right now. “I’ll always want you.”

“Fuck,” he groans, kneading my ass and forcing himself closer between my thighs. “Come all over my dick, Opie. Show me how much of a wifey you wanna be to me.”

He rolls his hips as if sensing I need something to trigger me, and it does. My fingernails dig into his clothed shoulders as I throw my head back.

I barely register my skull bumping into the drywall because my pussy clenches so tightly around Hudson’s hard cock that when he climaxes, it only sends another wave of pleasure through my veins.

Hudson’s lips find my exposed throat as he licks and tastes my skin, causing me to shudder beneath his touch as he finishes emptying himself inside me.

“Opie…”

I manage to twist my head to look down at him and he takes my mouth next, kissing me like he’s never going to be able to again.

When he has me lightheaded and dazed, his forehead presses up against mine as our heavy breathing mixes into one breath. “I love you, baby. I want this damn kid. I can’t imagine it being with anyone else.”

My fingers lace through his hair because I know what he thought he once had and his words only cement my worries of what he wished for before. There was another woman with his child and I have no doubts he still would’ve wanted them, but to be conscious that he desires all this with me, I can’t express how happy I am.

“I love you more,” I whisper back. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”

“You wanna do it now?”

I chuckle and bob my head because, if we could, why the fuck not? “I’m ready wherever you are.”

“I’ve been ready for you, Opie. I just didn’t know before.”

“And now you do.”

“Now, I do,” he agrees, rubbing our noses softly together. “And I’m never letting you go.”

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