Page 112 of Promise Me

“Sadie, baby, you know how it makes me feel when you bite that lip.”

I push back so that my ass grinds on his hard-on.

“Jealous?”

He growls, rears his hand back, and then spanks me.

My eyes widen with shock.

Jesus.

I was not expecting that.

My reaction causes him to smirk.

Instead of taking the time to shed our clothes, he drops his shorts to his feet and reaches between my legs to move my panties to the side.

I moan the moment he rubs his thumb over me, my wetness coating his fingers when they dip inside of me.

“Stop teasing me, Hudson. I want you inside me.”

“A needy Sadie might be my new favorite.” He leans forward so that his chest rests against my back. “Lucky for you, I'm a fan of giving you what you want.”

He positions himself just right and slams into me.

“Oh god,” I cry out. “Yes.”

He pulls back and repeats the motion. Over and over again he pounds into me from behind. My hips hit the couch, but luckily, it’s soft.

Outside of our breathing, my cries of pure bliss are the only sounds in the apartment.

“I’ll never get enough of this with you,” he says, slowing his movement. I peek over my shoulder to see why, only to find him watching himself.

The way he slides in and out, there is no doubt his cock is glistening with the evidence of how we make each other feel.

“What do you like best?” I ask, and his gaze snaps up to me.

His sapphire eyes turn dark as he grins.

“This part.”

He pushes in to the hilt and then steadily fucks me as one hand moves around to my front and presses to my clit.

I combust on cue and scream his name.

“The way you crumble under my touch and call out my name. It’s like a drug to me.”

He continues to pump inside me even after my orgasm is over.

“I’m so close, baby, don’t move,” he says, but I don’t listen. Instead, I back up, pushing him with me, and then I spin to face him, dropping to my knees.

“Holy shit,” he breathes as I wrap a hand around his large erection and guide him into my mouth.

I suck hard and pulse my hand fast over him.

“Shit. Shit, I’m about to come,” he says and pulls back.

I watch as he finishes himself off in his hand, his eyes still on mine as I sit on my knees.

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