Page 69 of Roughing It

“I didn’t hear you.” Placing my hands beneath her legs, I spread her wide, then reinforce how much I want her words by giving her pussy another love tap. “If you want me to keep going, you need to be louder.” I lift my head, locking my eyes on hers.

“Yes, keep going, please,” she says, her words ringing out in the dim cabin.

“Good girl.” I lower my mouth back to the promised land that lies before me. My weight presses Blakely into the pallet, but it doesn’t keep her from bucking against me. Or me from rocking into the mattress. I’m two thrusts away from coming in my pants like a goddamn teenager.

“More, Hudson,” she whimpers.

“You’re so wet. My dirty, bratty Spitfire and her spoiled, greedy cunt.” I tease her with a mix of licking and kissing. Then I fasten my mouth on her clit, humming against her. Blakelywrithes beneath me as if she’s torn between pulling me closer or pushing me away.

She’s desperate to come; I can feel it. Smell it. Between the edging earlier and what I’m doing now, she’s almost there. My cock is hard to the point of pain, but nothing is going to draw my attention away from Blakely Bradshaw on the cusp of coming.

“I need…”

“What do you need?”

“Fingers, put your fingers in me.”

A single finger caresses her clit before slipping inside her. I dip in and out, celebrating each wriggle, each desperate shimmy.

“More.”

A second finger follows her desperate demand. I pump them in and out, circle them. Bury them as deep as they’ll go, knowing they aren’t anywhere near as filling as my cock will be. At that thought—the lush heat of her wrapped around me—I groan, and Blakely jerks as the sound pulses against her clit.

I crook my fingers, using the rough pads to apply pressure, aiming to hit the magic spot inside her that will fracture her into thousands of boneless pieces. And if I’m lucky, drench me even more.

“Are you a squirter, baby? Will you rain down a flood?”

Blakely’s muscles tense, drawing my fingers deeper. “Give me that sweetness, Blakely. It’s mine.” I thrust my tongue into her core alongside the two fingers already buried deep. There’s no way I’m not tasting this gift.

Beholden to my words, she falls apart. And it’s as fucking breathtaking as I thought it would be. She tears at my hair, and if I’m bald when this is over, fuck it. Her hips thrust upward, and I drink down every glorious drop.

I don’t let up until she pushes my head away and tries to draw her hips from my hold. Today will live in my mind until I’m old and gray as one of the worst and best days of my life. I almost lost this infuriating woman while gaining more of her than I ever expected.

“Fuck, you taste like a goddamn dream,” I say as I shift so my head rests against her lower stomach, rising and falling with her panting breaths.

“No one has ever said that to me. Or made me come like that.”

“Idiots.” I nuzzle against the soft curve of her stomach. “You should stay here with me. I’ll do that every day.”

“I might die of dehydration if you do that every day.”

My barked laugh echoes around us, and I kiss my way up her body, worshiping her breasts again before continuing to her mouth. Gathering her in my arms, I smell the crown of her head as her hands wander my body. With each scratch of her nails down my back, my dick twitches. But I meant it when I said I’d hold her all night.

“Bear?”

“Spitfire?”

“I want more.”

“You want more what?”

“More of you. I want you inside me.”

I sit up and search her face. “Blakely, this was about you.”

She narrows her eyes. “Want to make this about me? Put. That. Big. Thick. Cock. In. Me.” She snags my bottom lip with her teeth and pulls me on top of her, locking her legs around my hips. “Now, lose the pants.”

I may be a decent guy, but I’m no fucking martyr. If she wants me to fuck her, who am I to argue? Wasting no time, I sit back and tug my pants down, my cock springing from its cotton prison.

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