Page 101 of Sardonic Burn

Talk about multitasking.

“Your skin is so soft,” he whispers. “I love how it feels to fucking touch every inch of your body.”

Hudson thrusts as deep as possible, stopping briefly. He pushes me back onto the pillow and grabs my hips, pulling me farther onto him.

A small moan escapes me, and he chuckles.

“Scream, baby. I want to hear those pretty sounds.”

It’s as if he casts a spell on me because in the next moment, he pulls out, leaving just the tip inside before pushing back with full force. My whimpers, moans, and screams fill the room, and he doesn’t even seem to be getting close to his orgasm.

Me, on the other hand? I’m struggling hard to keep it in, to last a while longer. With each thrust, he hits my sweetest, most sensitive spot, and all I can see are stars.

His hand lands on my ass, the impact of the slap echoing through the room. I arch my back, and he takes it as an invitation to spank me once more.

And again.

He doesn’t stop until the color of my cheeks matches the color of my ass.

I glance over my shoulder, and my mouth slightly opens. Hudson’s hair is messy, his chest is shining, and a few droplets of sweat cover his gorgeous face. He looks so handsome, it’s almost painful to watch.

Then, I decide that I need more. With a slight grin, I stare unwaveringly into his eyes.

“You’re going a little too soft for my liking.”

“Hah.” He laughs humorlessly. His eyes darken a shade, and something switches inside of him. His upper lip curls into a sadistic grin, and it’s enough to send shivers down my spine.

“I told you once,” he groans as he pulls out. “You truly bring out the sadist in me.”

In a swift motion, he flips me over on my back, parts my legs, and thrusts inside. I bite my lip to prevent a moan from slipping, but it’s next to impossible when he grabs my throat, leaving an imprint of his hand.

“I should’ve known you’d want to be used like a mindless fuckdoll,” he groans, thrusting violently. My legs start shaking,and I’m feeling ecstasy rush through my veins. It’s better than any drugs I’ve ever tried. Too addictive, and there’s no cure for this addiction.

“What a good slut you are, Noelle.” He lowers his head and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. “You wanted to be used as my little breeding toy, didn’t you? How convenient, since I plan on coming inside your sweet cunt until it fucking overflows.”

His words bring me closer to the desperate release I’ve been chasing, my eyes fluttering closed.

“Look at me,” he orders, and I immediately look at him. “I’ll fuck you until you pass out and then I’ll fuck you some more, filling your cunt each and every time.”

I’m not sure if it’s because it’s too dangerous to do this or because his deep voice is enough to make my mind melt, but that’s all it takes for me to be pushed over the edge.

My toes curl, and I grab his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh.

“That’s it. Milk my cock, baby.”

When I come down from my high, Hudson doesn’t stop. In fact, it only seems to push him to fuck me relentlessly, without mercy.

“W-wait, Hudson, give me a break.”

He laughs, and it’s like the devil takes over him.

“Didn’t you ask for this? Be a good girl and take it, Noelle.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Too fucking bad.”

He grabs my hips and with a harsh, short thrust, he’s as deep as possible inside me. He continues the pattern a couple of times, and it sends another wave of pleasure to the pit of my stomach. The more he continues with the same routine, the closer I am to climaxing again.

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