Page 70 of Force a Date

He fills me to the hilt, using his grip on my waist to guide me up and down his hard length. I’m fully stretched as Hudson makes me work my spent cunt and teases my asshole with his thumb like the non-basic bore I thought he was.

“There you go,” he coos through a deep growl. “Fuck, I wish you could see what I’m seeing.” He ruts into me, unable to help himself as we meet thrust for thrust. “Such a good girl…I can’t wait to show you more.”

More.

My brain latches onto the word like a straight moron. I’m fully aware this won’t be a happily ever after. There are things I know Hudson won’t want to deal with that are deeply embedded in my life.

Just like Norah and my mother.

And Rory is the most important person in my life forever and always.

Keep it simple. Casual. And blunt.

“Come inside me.”

That wasn’t exactly what I meant with the whole blunt thing, but Hudson draws this inner neediness out of me that absolutely won’t shut up.

A handful of my hair is gently clutched and I’m directed to straighten my spine against Hudson’s flat chest. He turns my head and hovers his lips over mine.

“You better watch what you’re asking for, Opie. I don’t share. And I don’t play nice. And I sure as hell don’t do soft and cuddly.”

“I don’t want a bitch,” I reply as he settles himself deep inside me due to our angle. “I want you just like this.”

“You don’t know what you want.”

“I showed up like this, didn’t I? I brought you food and these panties just so you could do this to me. If you don’t like?—”

“I never said I didn’t like it,” he argues. “But I’m not Ryan or Nick Carter, sweetheart.”

“Good,” I reply calmly. “I don’t want someone from a boy band. I want you.”

He groans, deep and delicious, as I try to catch my breath. He shifts his hips as I rise a bit to allow him more access to plunge into me over and over again.

Needing him to finish and make me come again, I position myself over the gas tank with my elbows as I keep my ass arched for Hudson to fuck me as he pleases.

However he wants.

He’s an uncontrollable wave of grunts and inaudible words but he stays true to the mission. Pounding into me like he can’t get enough as I meet up with him at each thrust.

My thighs burn from my position, but I fight through the motions. I want him breaking apart underneath me and to hear how hard he comes afterward.

“Come here, baby.” He pulls me up against his chest again and presses a kiss to my temple. “Lay down and let me do the work.”

I lean forward again, and Hudson works himself in and out, making sure he hits to the hilt before coming back for more. My ass hits his pelvis and he spreads my cheeks, getting a VIP look at how he’s entering me with each drive.

“So goddamn good,” he drawls. “This little body taking every inch of me. Fuck…”

His pace quickens, hinting to me that he’s close, and I use every bit of energy I have left to ride him back.

I’m exhausted, and extremely out of shape, but the aftermath we’ve been working toward…I just want him to come and demand ownership of me, even if it’s only for tonight.

Only for just the briefest of moments like this where he loses all control and that crazy space in his head where we can’t move forward with anything because of our age gap.

Hudson curses, slamming into me with a force I’m surprised the kickstand is holding up on the bike before he’s bending over and trailing wet kisses along my spine. I shudder under his touch and grip the glossy tank for dear life.

“I’m going to come,” he warns me. “You sure you want this?”

“Yes.” I glimpse over my shoulder and our gazes connect. “I want it all.”

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