Page 112 of Roughing It

Ignoring me, he goes back to his licking, sucking, kissing. Then he slips two fingers in, deep and quick. My breath catches in my throat at the sudden fullness. My walls clench around his fingers. Trying to pull them in, trying to push them out. He curls and slowly twists his fingers inside me, and when I thrust against his mouth, he adds a third. My back bows, coming off the bed, and my hands fly to his head, clenching and pulling hard on the soft strands of his hair.

“Fuck me with your fingers.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Fuck. Please, Hudson.”

His fingers plunge in and out of me; his tongue works the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. He purrs against my clit, and the extra stimulation from his mouth drives me to the edge. Mesmerizing green eyes look up at me with a hungerblazing in the vibrant depths as a wicked tongue lashes against my clit until I’m crying out. My legs shake where they’re held, pleasure rolling over me in waves.

He moves one arm, putting pressure on my lower stomach, and I know what’s about to happen.

“Drown me, baby.”

I explode on his lips and hand. He keeps going, working me through my orgasm. I moan and push his head away, my words coming out slurred as I mumble, “Too much.”

He eases his fingers from my trembling pussy and looks at them, then at me, a smug smirk on his face. His beard glistens, and he licks his lips as if trying to gather every ounce of my flavor.

“You said no one ever told you how amazing you taste.” He holds his fingers to my lips. “Let me show you how delicious you are.”

I nod and open my mouth. Hudson groans as he dips his fingers between my lips, and I suck my release off his drenched digits. As my tongue rolls around his fingers, he strokes himself, and I’m overwhelmed with memories of his cock buried in me, filling me so perfectly.

Hudson pulls his fingers from my mouth and stares down at me. It’s like he’s cementing this moment in his mind.

Shifting so his cock is near my mouth, he says, “Spit on it.”

Can you come from words?

“Go on, baby, spit.”

I do as he demands and watch, enraptured. He’s gorgeous. Pine-green eyes eaten up with desire. Lips shining with my cum. Veins visible in his neck and forearms as he strokes himself until he spills all over my stomach and chest, marking me.

He massages his cum into my skin, and fuck, there’ssomething so possessive and primal about it. I need to keep this connection going. I can’t lose it. Him.

I yank him forward, kissing him, parting my lips so his tongue can slip into my mouth. I lose myself in his touch, the weight of his body against mine, the brush of his beard. All of it.

When I finally pull away, I grin at him. “You didn’t have to wake me up this way.”

“Wanted to make sure you know I listen when you speak. Plus, making you happy makes me happy.” He kisses me. “‘Sides, not like it’s a hardship.” He grins against my arm, moving higher to sneak little kisses into the crook of my elbow.Why is that so sexy?

We lay quietly, petting each other like if we stop touching, we’ll shatter. At least that’s how I feel. This man is under my skin in the best and worst ways.

“So, besides deeply satisfied, how are you?” Hudson asks, his lips pressing against my forehead.

I smile and shrug. “I bet my mother’s put up some new posts.”

“Can’t you block her? Keep her from tagging you?”

“Yeah. But I can’t decide if it’s worse seeing it or knowing it’s out there andnotseeing it.”

Fingers brush over my neck. “Explain.”

I nibble my inner cheek, trying to clarify my thoughts. For him. For myself. “On the one hand, ignorance is bliss, right? But on the other, if she puts out something damaging, I won’t have the chance to defend myself. Like the disgusting claims I tried to steal her boyfriends.” Revulsion makes my stomach clench. “It’s scary.”

He doesn’t say anything, just rubs his hands up and down my back.

“I’ve worked so hard to put Blake Lee in my past. To makeher disappear. To become Blakely Bradshaw, the antithesis of everything I was growing up.”

“For what it’s worth, the girl in those photos, she’s nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, it makes your mother look worse, which I didn’t think was fucking possible.” His chest rumbles under my ear with a growl. “That second picture… if I could go back in time and knock the teeth out of that clown’s head, I would. But the first picture? The girl in that one was a hard worker who earned her moment of pride. You know the truth of what those pictures represent; don’t let her steal it from you.”

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