Page 32 of Breaking Hudson

“Oh?” he grins. “I can fix that.”

“What if someone catches us?” I laugh.

“Just put your veil down and they’ll just think we are disrespectful, he says, turning me to the coffin. I pull the veil down when he pulls my dress up.

“There is a body in here,” I laugh.

“I’m sure she doesn’t mind,” he says as he pulls my panties to the side.

“Fuck, this shouldn’t be so hot,” I groan when he pushes into me.

“See? Now you can say you’ve been fucked at your funeral on your coffin,” he says. “Better keep quiet, so no one catches us.”

I cover my mouth as he starts to fuck me. I am trying my hardest to not make any noise, but he is pushing so deep that the noises slip out anyway. “Fuck,” I whimper.

“Harder? Is that what you said?” he asks with a snicker.

“God. No. We’re going to get… oh fuck, you’re so deep,” I moan. I nearly jump out of my skin when someone walks in, but Dallas holds me in place.

“Look at you, getting fucked over a casket,” Hudson says, lifting my chin. He pulls my veil back and kisses me hard before pulling it back down.

“Oh my God,” I moan and push my hips back to meet his thrust. “Christ, I’m gonna come.”

“Better hurry,” Hudson chuckles. I groan louder when Dallas starts pounding into me harder and harder. As I start to come, he does too. Dallas groans with me, leaving us both breathless.

“Holy shit,” I pant.

“Oh, it’s not over yet,” Hudson says. “Dallas, come watch the door.”

“Are you about to fuck me in a closet?” I ask when Dallas pulls my panties up and hands me off to Hudson.

“Yep. We don’t have much time before the burial,” he says as he pulls me into a storage closet.

“You two are crazy,” I laugh.

“Shhh,” he smirks as he pulls my veil back. “There’s my beautiful wife.”

Hudson takes my panties off before pulling my dress up. “This is hot,” I say.

“Keep quiet, love. I’m not going to be nice about it,” he says as he picks me up. I slap my hand to cover my mouth and drop my head to his shoulder when he slides into me. I have one arm looped around his neck, but he has a tight hold on my ass. My back is against the wall as he starts to fuck me desperately hard and fast. I try to contain all my screams as he pulls painful orgasms out of me one by one. Dallas was far nicer than what Hudson is doing to me.

“Come for me, Cole. Come on my cock like the sweet little whore you are,” Hudson growls. I have tears running down my face and I hold my breath to keep from making anymore noise. “Fuck, that’s it. Goddamn, you feel so fucking good.”

“Oh, Hudson,” I whimper. I kiss him hard because it’s the only thing that will keep me quiet. He groans against my lips and we both start to come.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he says as he sets me down. “Ready to get buried?”

“Hell yeah,” I smile. “I smell like sex now.”

“Good,” he smiles. “You should clean up, though. That’s a lot of come to have leaking out of you.”

“That’s… gross,” I laugh.

When we step out, Dallas chuckles. “Have fun?”

“God, yes,” I say as I fix my veil.

We go through the room with the casket, and I hesitate when I see Vlad and Dima. “Can I help you?” Hudson says flatly.

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