Page 68 of Roughing It

“No, I need to see all of you. From the inside out.” I glide one hand down the length of her leg and grip her ankle, tracing the delicate bones. Then I lift it and hook her knee over my shoulder. “Keep one hand on that tea; use the other to hold your balance.”

“So bossy.”

Even when I’m face deep in her, she has to sass. “You’re gonna love how bossy I can be.” With her body where I want, I stare at her glistening pussy. “Fuck, Blakely, you’re beautiful everywhere. Every inch of you is perfect.” My hot breath raises goosebumps over her skin.

She gifts me a needy whimper when I sweep a finger along her slit, then move higher, teasing her in lazy, slow circles. “Look how wet you are. Let me have a real taste now.” In one long, broad stroke of my tongue, I lave her from opening to clit, savoring the mewls and moans my touches pull from her.

Groaning at the first true burst of her flavor, I become a manpossessed, desperate to explore each delicious inch of her. My tongue loops her clit before parting her folds and searching out every bit of her sweetness I can find. Fucking Blakely is overstimulating in every way possible. My hips jerk forward, and I grip myself, squeezing my throbbing cock in the hopes I can stop myself from coming.

Blakely gasps, and when I look up, she’s watching me, mouth agape.

“Spitfire, I’m gonna drink this cunt dry, but if you stop, so do I.” I huff a laugh on her sensitive bundle of nerves when she yanks the tea to her mouth.

Ignoring my own needs, I spread her open again and dive in. The more I lick, the wetter she gets until she’s dousing my beard. And it only fuels the intensity of my craving for her.

“Shit, baby, I’m bathing in you.”

Her back arches as I slip my tongue inside her, thrusting in and out, fucking her like it’s my cock. When her walls clench, I wrap my lips around her clit, my teeth grazing over it. Her hand tightens in my hair almost to the point of stinging, and I soak it in.

I love that she’s as lost in me as I am in her.

“Blakely, how much tea do you have left?” She doesn’t answer me, so I follow through on my earlier threat. Lifting my face from her molten core, I bring my open palm down on her pussy, the sharp smack ringing out.

“Hudson!” she moans, and her knee buckles. But I don’t let her fall. I’ll never let her fall again.

I bite the inside of her thigh, not hard enough to leave a mark, just enough to gauge her reaction. The gush of sticky wetness that drips from between her legs tells me everything. My girl likes a hint of pain with her pleasure.

“Answer me, Blakely, or you’ll get another spanking.” Isoothe my lips over her rosy ones, the heat of her pussy radiating like a furnace.

“I drank it all.”

“Atta fucking girl.” With renewed effort, I work her to the edge, licking and sucking. It’s sloppy and messy and perfect. I point my tongue and use it like a missile, seeking all the ways to make her crumble. Just as her body tells me how close she is, I stop. Then I repeat it all again, adding pressure to her clit that has her babbling my name mixed with praise and pleas.

“Hudson! It f-feels so good. Don’t stop! Pl-please!”

“Please what?”

“Please, l-let me come!”

Setting her leg back on the ground, I rise to my feet. Blakely whimpers in frustration, tears watering in her eyes.

I cover her mouth with mine, silencing her desperate whines. Plunging my tongue between her lips, I share her own exquisite honey with her.

Breaking the kiss, I snag the cup from her hand and lay her on the pallet. Her hair fans out behind her, and her tits bounce as she giggles. She’s an abundance of beauty I can’t wait to devour.

“I won’t leave you wanting.” Smirking at her, I say, “For long.”

Settling my body over hers, I start at her jaw, kissing my way down her neck, licking her collarbone, lapping at her sternum, skating my teeth against her shoulder blades. Everywhere I touch is aflame. As sure as she was freezing before, she’s burning now.

I reverently cup her breasts, brushing my thumbs against her pert nipples. Lowering my mouth, I whisper against her flushed skin, “Your tits are so fucking perfect. I imagined my cock sliding in between them the first day we met. And ever since you flashed me, I’ve dreamed of running my hands over them,sucking and biting them until you come from that alone.”

Blakely snorts out a small laugh that shifts to a needy moan when I roll her sensitive tips between my fingers. “I th-think you mean ever since you w-walked in on me getting off to a—shit, Hudson, that feels so good—fantasy of you.”

Chuckling, I wrap my hot mouth around one of her nipples. My rough hands—hands that have no business touching such silky skin—trace over her chest, pinching and twisting the pebbled flesh until she arches off the mattress. I suck and lick and nibble, and Blakely’s stuttered breathing tells me it’s exactly what she needs. My teeth skim over the sensitive nubs, and at her encouragement, the grazing becomes tugging. I split my attention between her hardened peaks, leaving them bright pink and shining with my saliva.

As my mouth blazes lower, I ask, “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

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