Page 98 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

This is more awkward than I thought. My eyes dip to her chest; she looks so cute in her overalls and a white t-shirt with little cherries all over it.

I smirk. Oh baby, I popped that cherry good and proper.

“How are you?” My eyes flick up to meet hers and she’s already watching me. If my eyes don’t deceive me, it appears her chest is rising and falling in rapid succession as she removes her gardening gloves and puts the straps down on the hay bale.

“I’m good.” My erection digging into my zipper is telling me I’m more than that, but I need to try and focus. Instead of focusing however, I instinctively step toward her when I should be backing away.

Far, far away. But I fucking can’t. She’s my draw card, a magnet. She’s the breath to my lungs right now. “I should start haulin’.” I thumb behind me, my voice sounding more hoarse than I mean it to.

“Okay,” she breathes.

I turn to step toward the hay behind me and she turns to leave, too, but I immediately pause because walking in the other direction feels so fucking foreign right now. I turn back around the same time she does. Before I know it, she’s running toward me and jumps into my arms. I lift her off her feet as we wrap our arms around each other. Her legs squeeze around my waist, my hard cock digging into her and she squeals.

“Huds!” It’s a desperate plea as I feel as our lips press together. I walk backward to the stack of bales hidden from view. Not the area Brook was pointing to, because I doubt Georgia would appreciate the idea of making out where he fucked Eden on their wedding night.

“Fuck, baby,” I moan into her mouth as our hot kisses sear through the lust and haze. The last few days we’ve been desperately trying to stay away from each other have been torture. Now I know she feels it too. I realize in the first second of touching her that all those efforts have been fruitless. I’m an idiot for thinking this would just go away.

We were never going to be able to control ourselves in the long run. Let’s face it. I’ve been fucking miserable since I got back.

“I’ve missed you, Huds. Oh God, I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too,Blue Belle,” I pant as I perch on a bale and she slides on top of me straddling my hips, rubbing up against my length. I can’t fuck her here in broad daylight for anyone to just walk in on us, I know that, but I want to just enjoy her for a few moments. “It’s been so fucking hard, baby.”

“It has. And you feel so hard.” She grinds against me but I still her with my hands on her hips.

“Not here.” My lips are back on her again as I press my mouth against her neck. Her scent. Her warmth. It makes my heart twist and explode into a million pieces.

“Where?” She’s as desperate as I am. I need to get her out of here. Now.

“Anywhere but this barn.”

“Please, Huds. I need you now.”

My hands find her breasts and I give them a squeeze, my fingers hooking under the denim chest plate to rub her hard nipples as she grinds against me. “You wearing this cherry tee to tease me?”

She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I didn’t know you were coming. Brook never said.”

I pull her hard peaks and she groans, flipping her head back. “I need to come right now, Huds. I can’t wait another second.”

I lick my lips. Surely I can get her off quickly and then we can get outta here in my truck. I don’t fucking care where we go, but I need to be inside her. “Bossy little thing.” I chuckle as my hand slips down the slit in the side of her overalls. “I’ll make you come, but we gotta be quick and you gotta stay quiet,little brat.”

She grins devilishly. “I’ve even missed that.”

I snort.

She’s reaching for the buckles on her chest but I stop her. “I need to get them out,” she complains.

“I’ve had a fantasy since I saw you in these the first time. Pull your shirt up under your arms.” I watch as she does as I say and my eyes nearly water when I see she’s wearing a thin tube top under there. I pull it down and grab the chest plate, scrunching it up in the center as her tits hang out the sides. I moan when I look down.

“That’s your fantasy?” She giggles.

I’m so hard I can barely talk. “One of many where you’re concerned.” I groan as my fingers reach down inside her overalls to her soaked panty line and I pull the material back.

Georgia takes over holding the denim in the center while I tug on one of her nipples with my spare hand. She lifts her ass so I can push two fingers into her. Her face is a picture of a silent scream when she sinks down on them and I have to momentarily put my hand across her mouth to quieten her in case she blows. “Huds, that’s so good, oh—Oh.”

She rides my fingers, lifting her hips up and down as I curl them inside her, my thumb pressing against her clit. Her tits jiggle as she moves. I pull her nipple as I dip my head down and take one in my mouth sucking and licking.

“Hudson, oh God, ohhh—ohhhh!” She explodes within seconds. Her walls squeezing my fingers as I flick her nipple back and forth while she rides it out all over my hand. Her juices drip onto my fingers and I can’t wait to put them in my mouth.

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