Page 87 of Hart Breaker

He works to remove his boxers, his mouth on my breast, lips curving around my nipple and tugging.

“Hudson, fuck, please,” I beg.

“Whatever you want, whenever you want it.” His hands are beside my head now, and I’m reaching between us, grabbing his cock, and …

“We need a condom.”

When he shows no signs of grabbing one, undeterred from all but eating my tits, I plant my hands on this rock-hard, muscular abs and push him.

“I have some in my bag.”

“I was serious; I don’t fucking care whatever you have?—”

“No. We need to be sure, because I’m certainly not gonna give you something.”

“I appreciate that, but newsflash: I ate your pussy last night, and I’m gonna eat it again. So fuck the condom.” He leans in to kiss me, and I push him away.

“That’s not love; that’s fucking stupid.”

“Fuuccck,” he groans then flops down on the bed, big, hard dick sticking straight up in the air.

“If you think I don’t want you as badly as you want me, you are sadly fucking mistaken.” I grab my Louis Vuitton bag, reach inside, and grab a handful of condoms. Then I hurry back over to the bed and throw them on the nightstand, keeping one in my hand.

“Damn, Brooksie.” He runs a hand over his face and chuckles. “Tell me you were a Girl Scout?”

“Not a Girl Scout. Come on; my mother was first pregnant at seventeen,” I say as I rip open the foil packet. “I think I was sixteen when I started getting these things in my stocking and Easter basket.” I crawl up the edge of the bed slowly and watch as he pushes up on his elbows and stares down at me as I sheathe his beautiful cock. “I promise you, when I’m sitting on you, bouncing up and down, riding this gorgeous dick of yours, you’re not gonna care that you’re covered.”

He flops back on the bed. “By all means, prove me wrong.”

Now I know that one should not think of their ex when they’re looking at their future, hopefully their forever, but damn, that piece of shit would have blown it by now.

Straddling his hips, I grip his cock and rub it against my wet center, hoping that I look good—I haven’t even had a chance to check my makeup. Whatever. Fuck it. I position the tip of his hard cock between my legs and slowly lower myself down. Then I can’t help but throw my head back and whimper. “You’re so fucking big.”

He grips my hips and hisses as I take him inch by glorious inch. “You have no idea how fucking good you feel, how beautiful you are. Fuck, baby … just fuck.”

I plant my hands on his tight abs and roll my hips, receiving another groan of gratitude, which makes me lose any inhibition that I may have had.

I begin to move slowly at first, and then faster and faster, rocking my pussy up and down his hard length. His hands cover my tits, and he pinches my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them, making me even hotter for him. He growls as he releases one of my breasts and runs a thick finger down my center until it’s on my clit.

“Oh Hudson. Oh yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes.”

His hips begin to piston beneath me, spurred on by my praise. And I find myself bouncing up and down on him. He’s fucking me so good from the bottom, so fucking good. And he doesn’t stop, not even when I lean down and rest my forehead on his chest. In fact, he goes harder until he stops, his hands gripping both my hips, fingertips digging into my flesh.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna fucking come.”

I push up into a seated position and begin to ride him again, wanting to watch the moment Hudson Hart comes beneath me.

“Brooksie babe, it’s time to wake up. We got half an hour before we need to be up on the rooftop.”

“Oh my God, we fell asleep?”

He bends down and kisses my nose. “I wouldn’t call it falling asleep. You rocked me to sleep.” He turns and walks away, dropping his towel before opening his bag. “You’re a fucking smoke show.”

“Says the man with an ass carved out of stone.” I yawn and stretch as he looks back and smirks at me. “I don’t even care that you caught me.”

“I told you I don’t want you to ever look away, but I will also tell you that you need to get that hot ass in the shower before I end up inside of you again.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I curl up and continue stretching.

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