Page 39 of Accidental Abduction

“You’re not the one giving orders this morning, Mr. Rivera.”

“And you are?” he asked, taking a defiant step forward.

“If you want to have a warm body to put your cock inside instead of your lonely, cold hand, then yes. I am fucking in charge.”

He growled at my cursing, his cock flexing behind the material of his flannel pants. I pushed down the intrusive thoughts that wanted to say fuck it and pull him forward, rip down those pants and swallow him whole.

“But I think you want something a little bit more accommodating. Something tight,” I whispered, uncrossing my legs and bringing my knees together. “Warm...Wet...”

“Fuck,” he grunted, pressing his hand against his now fully hard cock.

“Take off the pants,” I ordered, letting my knees fall open, revealing my bare pussy to his hungry eyes.

“You really are a little devil,” he murmured, pulling the elastic waistband away from his waist and carefully freeing himself before he pushed them to the floor.

“Right now, I’myourdevil. And you’ll keep doing what I tell you to.”

“Oh,” he growled, wrapping his palm around his cock and squeezing while I watched him roughly stroke himself. “I’d like to see you be the one who takes control.”

“Then you’re in luck. Get on your knees, Hudson.”

His eyes locked on mine, holding me captive as he slowly lowered himself to the carpet on his knees. He arched an eyebrow, daring me to continue to boss him around. But there wasn’t any turning back now.

“Lean forward.” I waited until he braced himself on his palms, his biceps flexing and making the ink on his arms undulate. “Now crawl.”

He licked his lips, looking down to stare at where my legs were still propped open with a hungry look on his face. Good. Then we had the same objective this morning.

Him making good on his dirty promise in the woods to bury his face in my bare pussy.

When he was only a few feet away, I held my hand up for him to stop, and scooted off the end of the table.

“Back to your knees.”

He shifted to sit back on his heels, his hands braced on his thighs, flexing against the skin, clearly trying to fight the urge to take back control.

It was so fucking hot that he was doing this for me. And when I told him so, a growl rumbled in his chest.

“Such a good boy,” I murmured, stepping forward and placing a finger underneath his chin to force him to look up at me. He stared into my eyes for a moment, and then slowly exhaled, clearly finding something in mine that helped him relax. “So eager to please.”

“You know I only want to bring you pleasure,” he murmured, wrapping a palm around the back of my thigh.

“Hands off,” I barked, moving back slightly. Bracing my hand on his shoulder, I lifted my boot to press the heel into the tattoo covering his pec, adrenaline racing through my veins as he groaned, and his cock flexed between his legs. Maybe Hudson liked a little bit of pain too. “I don’t need your hands right now.”

“My hands aren’t the part that wants to fuck you,” he growled, reaching for me again.

I dragged the boot up his chest, pivoting the toe over his shoulder and digging the heel into his collarbone. He groaned as I leaned down, panting when I grasped the hair on the side of his head.

“The only part of you that is going to fuck me right now is that wicked tongue. Maybe if you can’t talk, you’ll listen to my directions.”

His eyes widened, but I could tell my harsh words were welcomed by the fire inside them.

“Lay down, hands at your sides.” He obeyed, shifting to sit on his ass, holding my boot to his shoulder and pressing it into himself before releasing me, laying back against the carpet.

The hungry part of me wanted to say fuck it—literally—and sit down on the hard protrusion bobbing in the air between his thighs, but that would be giving him what he wanted. Right now, I wastakingwhat I wanted.

Throwing a leg over his waist to stand over his body, my boot grazing his hard cock, I loomed over him. His hands balled into tight fists, and I watched as he resisted the urge to pull me down. His eyes briefly darted to where I knew he could see up his hoodie, but he just clenched his jaw, not saying a word.

Knowing I had his full attention, I unzipped the hoodie, peeling it off my body and throwing it in the direction of the coffee table. Deciding to tease him a little, I grasped my breasts, squeezing them before I pinched my nipples, moaning.

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