Page 72 of Force a Date

And I already fucked it up by sleeping with my boss.

“Opie,” Hudson grumbles out as if sensing my hesitation. “You sleep like a rock and I’ve been impatiently waiting for you to get the hell up so I can fuck you again.”

My lips curl into a smile, I can’t help it. “Sounds greedy and scandalous.”

“Sounds like a good way to start our morning.”

“I might be late.” I slide my legs on either side of him but don’t remove my chest from his. The feel of him makes it extremely difficult to pry my limbs away and deny this man my body. “He might be extra cranky with me if I show up?—”

“Sounds like he needs more pussy to get that stick out of his ass.”

Begrudgingly—because I’m loving the new bed that I’ve adopted over the last twenty-four hours—I push myself up and meet those sleepy green eyes that are rimmed in lust.

How this man can want to fuck me again after he had three times last night…yeah, age is definitely not an issue here when it comes to his stamina.

“Like this?” I ask innocently, placing my hands on his taut stomach and waiting for his instructions.

“Just like that,” he agrees softly. “Now take my dick out and pull those pretty panties to the side.”

It takes zero effort to find the opening to his boxer briefs and I instantaneously locate him rock hard for me.

I’ve never felt this wanted by anyone.

Not my mother. My sister. Not even Marshall, my baby daddy.

Even though Marshall was always good to me, he didn’t look at me like Hudson is. There’s something in his green eyes that speaks all the things he doesn’t say out loud.

That he doesn’t want to stop this.

That, somehow, no matter what is said between the two of us, the attraction that sparks is undeniable.

It doesn’t take much to work him inside me, slow and meticulously as I feel him tighten through my subtle torture.

His long fingers wrap around my waist, allowing me the time I need to get adjusted to him because, like I said, sore as hell here.

The slight tenderness to my cunt with the irresistible need to have him take me in any capacity is quick to overcome it.

“Is that all you got, little girl?” he asks me with his VIP view of my body taking him in. “You got me all laid out here.”

I take him deep for the smart-ass comment and taunting, earning a deep growl from his throat. “I don’t know…I’m a little sensitive today. Someone beat me up last night.”

A ghost of a smile plays on his lips, obviously pleased with himself. “No shit.”

“Yeah.” I roll my hips, gaining a hardened expression because Hudson’s cool facade is starting to crumble by the second here and I’m loving every single second of it. “It was hard and so rough.”

“Did you like that?” His voice is a tenured rumble of curiosity and desire. The need to be privy to my wants and urges only plays along this dangerous line we’ve already been treading.

“I love it when he loses control and never gives it to me until he’s ready.” I start to ride him a little faster, feeling every inch of him enchantingly stretch me. “However…I’d like to see how I can get him to hand over the reins and let me take his cock.”

“You’re doing a good job right now, baby.”

I cock my head to the side. “Do you think he’d like this?” I hit a spot deep inside that mindlessly makes my eyes roll. “God, he’s so big. I feel him everywhere.”

I hear him mutter a fuck as I continue to slide up and down his length.

Words don’t leave his mouth, but I feel him chasing me a little with small thrusts for more. He wants faster, harder, a moment of losing reality and getting sucked into another moment of what’s just us.

I give him what he wants, scattered moans leaving my lips as I focus on fucking him to completion. I feel his eyes on me, on my tits that are heaving with each bounce off his cock, and I’m fully aware he’s a titty guy. I thought I’ve seen him staring at my breasts on random occasions and there’s only one way to test that theory.

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