Page 100 of Sardonic Burn

He pushes my head onto his cock until I take every inch of him and then he rests it like that, enjoying the sound of my gagging. I’m slowly losing air, yet I adore every moment of this. My eyes close and tears start rolling down my face, staining my cheeks.

“Look at me, Noelle,” he hisses. “Let me see you choke on my cock.”

I moan around him, and he finally releases me, pulling out.

“Oh, you’ve made quite the mess. No matter how much I’d like to see my cum fill your mouth, I have a better place for it. Get on the bed on all fours.”

Hudson notices how weak my knees are and helps me up. He rips the bathrobe off my body and flings it to the side before proceeding to take off his clothes. I lie on the bed, ass in the air, back arched, and head in the pillow.

He comes behind me, and I shiver when his finger starts playing with my folds, teasing my entrance. His touch is soft, and he’s taking his sweet time torturing me. I’ve never felt as exposed as I am now.

“You’re drenched, Noelle,” he mumbles. “It’s all for me, isn’t it?”

Shakily, I nod into the pillow.

Unexpectedly, he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me back. His hot breath hits my ear, and my back arches more, the crown of his cock positioned right where I need him the most.

“Why are you so shy? I need you to use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.”

I bite my lip, sudden embarrassment flashing through me. Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I can’t bring myself to say it. I’ve never been the one to be embarrassed to talk dirty, yet here I am, terrified to utter my deepest desires.

He pushes slightly, the tip sliding inside with ease.

“Tell me what you want, Noelle. If you don’t tell me, I’ll walk away and leave you a whining mess.”

His words send a jolt of electricity down my spine.

“Fuck me, Hudson,” I whisper out.

“That’s it? I’m disappointed, baby.”

“No,” I breathe out. Why did the disappointment in his voice only make me more aroused?

“Please, fuck me, Hudson. It’s torture to wait like this.”

He chuckles, yanks my hair, and pulls my head to the side. He starts leaving hot, wet kisses all over the side of my neck, sucking on the flesh and leaving a trail of hickeys.

“To wait like what? Dripping wet?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, my eyes closing.

The longer I keep my eyes closed, the more of his touch I can feel. His thumb grazing over my nipple, his teeth sinking into my skin, his breath that sends brisk sensations down my entire body.

“How desperate,” he mumbles. “What a whore you are for my cock, baby. Aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

He removes his hand from my breast and wraps it around my throat, squeezing the sides of it. His voice drops low.

“Yes, what?”

“I’m a desperate whore for your cock,” I whimper out, his restriction on my throat only making me ache for more.

“You’remydesperate whore, Noelle. And I’ll be damned if I ever allow anyone else to touch you.”

Without warning, he thrusts, pushing himself inside me in a quick motion. My mouth falls open, a loud scream piercing through my lungs.

He doesn’t take it slow. He’s thrusting and slamming into me like a madman, all while caressing the rest of my body and leaving kisses wherever he sees fit.

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