Page 70 of Roughing It

Blakely licks her lips and reaches for me. The slide of her delicate hand up and down my shaft has me wishing I could pause time because this is gonna be over way too fast.

Using my dick like a leash, she guides me to her, lining me up at her entrance. But I snag her grabby hand and bring it above her head. Her wrists are so slim I can pin both with one hand. This frees the other to rub the head of my cock against her clit. Only when she’s begging do I glide my length between her pussy lips—letting her arousal coat me—and press into her wet warmth.

And fuck me. Blakely Bradshaw’s pussy is a goddamn miracle. Nothing. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing has ever felt this good, and I’m only an inch in.

“I need you, Hudson. All of you.”

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes. So needy.” She bites her lip and looks at me with hooded eyes. Tonight, the waves in the depths of her blue-green irises are wild. Untamed. Hungry.

With a relief that’s on the verge of pain, I sink my entire length into her until I’m fully seated. I groan at the exquisite pressure of her walls hugging my cock.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

She kisses me and gently bucks her hips, cueing me with her body.

“Want me to move, Blakely? Want me to stretch you and make you come apart beneath me?”

Her breakneck nod nearly headbutts me. I pull all the way out, then push in, this time in one fluid movement.

“Oh god, faster. Please,” she begs.

I consider edging her again, but I don’t have it in me to hold out. So I set a steady pace, thrusting in and out, relishing the moans she pants in my ear as I withdraw then surgeforward. When she clamps her pussy around me, gripping my cock like a vice, I almost spill right then.

Gritting my teeth, I summon every ounce of control I have. “Fuck, if you do that again, I’ll lose it.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.”

I bury my face in her neck before freeing her hands so I can grip her hips. Lifting her grants me a deeper angle. I tilt my pelvis, bumping against her clit as I thrust. Each snap of my hips pounds Blakely deeper into the mattress. My grunts and her groans mix with the rhythmic slap of skin on skin and the crackle of the fire.

Her body trembles, and in a gasping pant, Blakely calls out, “Don’t stop!”

Leaving me no choice but to obey, I drive into her. Tension coils in my stomach, and heat prickles at the base of my spine. I’m close, but I won’t go without her.

“Surrender for me. Come on my cock. I need to see you dripping with my cum.”

Blakely’s pussy quivers and tightens, and heat washes over me. Her orgasm pulls me in its wake, and I spill myself inside her while her name tumbles from my lips.

I collapse on top of her, as mindful of my weight as I can be. The aftershocks of her release clench my softening cock, and I never want to leave the paradise between her thighs. But I need to take care of her, so I ease out, hating to break the connection between us. Rolling to my side, I walk my fingers over her sweat-coated skin. A strand of damp hair clings to her forehead, and I coil it around my pinky before kissing her.

“Do you have any idea how good you feel?” I ask. And I don’t just mean being inside her. I mean all of it. The sparks, the banter, the annoyance, the passion.

She curls into my arms and rubs her face against mine. “Do you?”

I let myself believe she means beyond what we just did, too, even though it’s a dangerous game.

We linger together, and once our breathing slows, I untangle myself and carefully pick her up and bring her to the bathroom, dropping her on the toilet while I wet a washcloth.

“You don’t actually expect me to pee in front of you, right?”

“Yep.” Every muscle in my body is relaxed, and I’m ready to crawl into bed and cuddle my girl.

“Back to one-word answers?” She grins at me from where she sits, her cheeks and chest an appealing shade of pink.

“Yep.” I cross my arms and lean on the sink, raising my eyebrows at her.

Blakely squirms before sighing. “I can’t go with you watching. At least wait outside the door.”

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