Page 128 of Roughing It

Rolling, I pin her beneath me and then move back, settling on my knees. “Put your legs on my shoulders.” She follows my order without delay—little shit. Only listens when she wants to.

I spread her legs on either side of my head, knees hooked around my neck. Wresting her hips upward, I lift her lower lips to my mouth, relishing her, lapping and laving her cunt, my tongue delving into her before flicking over her sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Goddamn, your pussy is heaven.” I release her clit and murmur, “Let me touch you. Give you what you need.”

“P-put your fingers in me. I w-want them.” I slip two fingers into her cunt and pump my hand. She twitches against my mouth and hand and moans. “More.”

“Come on my tongue. You’re close. Don’t fight it.” Two fingers become three, and Blakely arches with a choked sob.

Her orgasm explodes on my tongue as another crash of thunder shakes our small tent. I lick, suck, kiss—a man bewitched by this city siren who blew into my life like the storm raging outside—desperate to gather every drop of her release. I never stop stroking her, curling my fingers, prolonging her orgasm, keeping her quivering in my arms.

Whenshe melts into a boneless puddle, I lower her legs and chastely kiss her stomach. “Get on your hands and knees.”

She looks at me through heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes and clamors to her knees, bouncing on the springy air mattress.

“Need help?” A glare is her reply, and I smirk and hold my hands up in apology.

Finding her balance, she tosses her hair and, grinning over her shoulder, says, “Don’t make me wait.”

I lay over her back and nibble her ear before kissing the tops of her shoulders and back. Then I line my cock up with her gorgeous pussy and thrust. I sink deep, my body flush against hers.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So tight and warm, always ready for me.”

“More, Hudson, please.”

I groan, her heavy pants and purrs for me to take her harder threaten to dissolve my control. Gritting my teeth, I pump my hips, driving deeper. She matches the punishing pace I set, pushing back against me time and time again.

My teeth nip her ears, jaw, neck, shoulders, anywhere I can reach. Blakely claws at the mattress, at the canvas walls, searching for purchase, but the tent can’t give her the support she needs. So, I cradle her back to my chest and wrap my fingers around her throat, applying light pressure. My other arm snakes down her body, my thumb rubbing her clit as I pound into her.

Every flash of lightning, every roll of thunder is matched by a stroke, a touch, a kiss, a bite.

“You look so pretty with my hand around your neck, moaning for me. Give me all those noises. You love the way I fuck you.”

A desperate keen falls from her lips, followed by a cry of my name. “Hudson! I’m so close. I n-need…”

Everything about this woman is fucking perfect. “What do you need? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Deeper, h-harder.”

Her pulse flutters under my palm as I give her throat one last squeeze before guiding her cheek to the bed. Snagging a pillow, I slip it under her so she’ll have extra friction and plant one foot on the ground. With her ass higher and positioned for better leverage, I fuck her like tomorrow may never come. I clutch her hips, my fingertips digging into her flesh, holding her as if I can keep her from leaving me.

My balls tingle, and warmth spreads through me. Another couple of?—

Pop!

We freeze. Before giggles—hers—and groans—mine—fill the air. “Not stopping. Too close.” The mattress deflates beneath us, but it does nothing to stop me in my pursuit of pleasing her. “Need your pussy to strangle my cock and drain it dry.”

I deliver a sharp slap to her ass, loving the pink blossoming there. She clenches around me, so fucking tight.

“Fuck that pillow, baby. Rub your sweet little clit against it.”

Blakely humps the pillow, hungry mewls and desperate whimpers spurring me on—faster, harder. Her walls clasp around me, that familiar, exquisite tightening. We’re both so close.

“Come for me, now.” I punctuate my command with two more quick spankings.

The sounds of her pleasure drown out the rumbling thunder and bring me over the edge with her, and I fill her. Every nerve in my body sings her praises. Every bit of me lives for her.

Blakely collapses beneath me, my softening cock slippingout of her as the lower half of her body sinks into the ruined mattress. She’s a glorious mess, her breathing ragged.

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