Page 86 of Sardonic Burn

Calmly, I peel my eyes open only to find Hudson staring right back at me, his head cocked to the side with a faint smirkon the corner of his lips. For a moment, all we do is stare at each other before his hands reach my hips.

“Hmm,” he hums, amused. “So it’s not a dream. There’s no way your lips could feel that good wrapped around my cock in a mere dream. Tell me, Noelle. What exactly are you trying to do?”

“I, uh—” There’s no excuse I can come up with. My mouth opens and closes, tongue grazing my top teeth. With a deep sigh, I shake my head. No matter how much I ponder, I can’t come up with a believable lie.

A deep, somber laugh reverberates through Hudson’s chest. His eyes don’t leave mine, the little sadistic part of him slowly revealing itself. His hands are on my hips, gripping tightly and pulling me lower onto him.

“Go on then,” he encourages. “You came here to use me, didn’t you? Use me, Noelle. Let me see how you can make yourself come on my cock.”

“That’s not what…” Words get stuck in my throat, and I clamp my mouth shut.

Hudson straightens himself, one hand resting on my hip, the other one coming to my face. He brushes away the fallen strand of my hair and tucks it behind my ear. A menacing gaze flashes in his eyes, and a wicked smile forms on his face.

“Oh, so you wanted to have some sleep play? Hownaughtyof you.”

I swallow a lump. “How long have you been awake?”

“Since your pretty little hand wrapped around my throat. What was that about? Why didn’t you kill me? It was the perfect opportunity, and the only one you will get. For someone who claims to hate me so much, you hesitate too often.”

I grit my teeth, accidentally biting my tongue when Hudson shifts beneath me. He does it on purpose with the most vicious smile, showing his pearly teeth.

“I do hate you,” I breathe out. At this point, neither of us believe my words.

“Is that so?” He hums, raising an amused brow. He inches closer to me, nibbling on my earlobe and whispers in my ear. “I fucking hate you, too. But my cock seems to have taken a liking to you, and who am I not to indulge in his wishes? So be a good girl and finish what you started, Noelle.”

I feel myself getting more aroused by his words, and all the pride I have leaves my body as if it was never there in the first place. Hudson’s hands disappear from my body, though briefly. He rips apart my shirt, leaving me exposed.

Goosebumps tug on my skin, my nipples erect. He brings his head forward and shamelessly starts sucking on them, giving both equal attention. His eyes don’t leave mine, as if he’s waiting for a reaction.

My lips part, and shaky hands reach his shoulders, slowly steadying myself.

“Come on, baby,” he whispers. “Let me see you fuck yourself on my cock.”

A moan escapes me when his teeth briefly graze on my nipple, his hands gripping my ass tightly.

I start moving on him, slowly at first. He fits so perfectly inside of me, and it drives me insane. Why the hell does it have to be him? Out of every person I’ve ever been with, no one comes even close to making me feel as desirable and wanted as Hudson.

Greed flashes behind his green eyes, causing them to darken slightly. My head falls back, moans fill the room, and I start moving at a quicker, rougher pace. He’s steadying me with his hands, often slamming me down on himself.

I’m too much of a coward to look at him, so I keep my eyes closed. It only seems to make everything more intense. I feel him better; I can sense every twitch, every thrust, and every touch.

His slender fingers dig into my flesh, his lips slowly trailing up, sucking on the sensitive skin where my shoulder and neck meet. He licks it before biting roughly. My mind goes into a frenzy, unable to think about anything but the wildest, dirtiest sensations that this man is giving me.

“Fuck,” I whisper in a hushed moan.

Hudson’s hand wraps around my throat, squeezing tightly. “Let me hear your pretty moans and whimpers, baby.”

My whimpers are raspy, and it seems to send Hudson past the point of no return. I move hectically, desperately, and pathetically. I need this more than I need oxygen. As soon as Hudson tightens his grip on my throat, I’m gone.

My vision blurs, and black dots appear. A loud scream pierces through my lungs as I ride the wave of my orgasm, body trembling and toes curling. Hudson takes over and starts lifting and slamming me down on himself.

“Oh, I’m not done with you, Noelle.” He grins like a maniac. He flips us over without pulling out, and I find myself lying on my back, eyes wide. A deep chuckle comes from him, and he shakes his head.

“Wait, I’m too sensitive. I need a break.”

He slams into me to prove a point, and a small cry comes from me. “Oh, you’re tired? So was I, but you woke me up. Not that I’m complaining. Waking up with your cunt swallowing my cock is the best way to wake up.”

“Oh god.” My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I keep them closed.

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