Page 7 of Breaking Hudson

“Is this fantasy, Hudson? Holy fuck,” I say, and he laughs. “That thing is not fitting inside of me.”

“Oh, I’ll make it fit,” he grins.

“I am suddenly grateful that those fuckers had average dicks,” I mutter.

“So again, I need you to communicate with me. I know you are naturally shy and quiet, but this is not the time for that. I need you to be honest with me if I’m hurting you,” he says.

“Okay,” I say. “Just… don’t break me.”

“I’ll keep you safe,” he grins as he rolls me onto my back and kisses me. I relax into the bed, and he slowly moves his hand down. He slips my panties down and breaks our kiss to pull the shirt off me. “My God, you are beautiful.”

“I can’t be the only naked one, Hudson. I’ll panic,” I warn. He smiles at me before sitting up and pulling his sweatpants down. My mouth falls open in shock as he gets them off and tosses them to the floor. “Hudson, I think we might be better friends. My organs are scared.”

“Trust me?” he says softly, gently kneading my breast.

“Mmm. Yes,” I sigh.

“I won’t hurt you, Cole. Just talk to me, okay?” he says. I nod and he kisses me hard. This time, it is filled with passion and lust. He gently runs his fingers up my inner thigh, being careful with the bruises that have formed. He pulls back from them just as he pushes two fingers inside of me. I immediately gasp and arch off the bed.

“Fuck,” I pant when his fingers expertly tease me from the inside. “Dear God, what are you doing?!”

“Has no one consensually made you come before, Cole?” he asks, as he curls his fingers and starts to fuck me with his hand.

“No. Oh my God, Hudson,” I moan. I am gripping onto his bicep, but I whine when he moves down on the bed slightly and I suddenly have nothing to hold onto.

“I’m about to blow your fucking mind then,” he chuckles. He dips down and flicks his tongue across my clit and tears well up.

“Fuck. Wait. Hudson, wait,” I almost yell.

“Who’s got you, baby?” he asks, kissing my inner thigh.

“Hudson,” I whimper.

“Every time a memory shows up, remind yourself who’s got you, okay?” he says. When I nod, he lightly sucks on my clit and a guttural groan comes from my deep in my chest. He steadily quickens his pace, and my eyes roll back as my pleasure starts to surface. It feels so different from before and I want more of it.

“Oh, fuck. Hudson. Oh God, I’m going to come,” I moan.

Hudson abruptly pulls his fingers out of me and rolls us on the bed so that he can pull me down to sit on his face. I try to move off of him, but he immediately wraps his arms around my thighs to hold me in place. I am so damn close to coming, and I want it so badly. I give into the feeling and rock my hips.

I moan loud and helplessly as my orgasm washes over me, but he doesn’t stop. I don’t want him to stop. This is unlike anything I have experienced, and I never want it to stop. Another orgasm surfaces fast and I am nearly in tears when he doesn’t stop. When a new pleasure starts to surface, it’s different. It creates more pressure, and for the first time, I start to fight against it. He doesn’t let go of me and every time I try to pull away, he nips my clit.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Hudson, I’m gonna… Oh fuck,” I cry out when it suddenly punches through me. Behind the blinding orgasm is my arousal flooding out of me. I’m instantly horrified, but he growls against my pussy as he drinks from me.

Hudson finally stops and rolls us back, so I am lying down. I cover my mouth in shock. I’m so mortified, but he looks delighted. “You are fucking amazing, Colette. I could make you come all day like that,” he says before kissing me. The sweet taste of my arousal relaxes me, and he pulls away.

“I never… I don’t know what… I feel like I should apologize,” I admit.

“Cole, squirting is normal and amazing. I would happily drown in your come if I could,” he says.

“That’s disgusting, Huddy,” I laugh. Hudson smiles playfully as he moves himself to settle between my legs. I’m trying not to focus on the fact that he has a massive dick that I am definitely afraid of.

“Relax, Colette,” he says soothingly. “I promise, this will go much easier if you are not tensed up.”

“Do you consider yourself dominant?” I ask.

“I suppose so,” he smirks.

“Then I need you to just fuck me already. This slow lead up is going to make me panic,” I say. “I might still panic. Either way, don’t stop. I want this so badly.”

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