Page 116 of The Promises We Break

He increases his tempo, picking a steady pace that has my mouth watering for more. I’m desperate for him.

“Hudson, I swear if you don’t fuck—” His free hand rears back and smacks my ass.

Hard.

I flinch, and my jaw drops. We haven’t ever played this game before, and I’m shocked.

I glance back at him, and the smile donning his face, glowing from ear to ear, tells me he’s thoroughly enjoying this.

“Here is the way I see it, little red. You were gone for thirty-two hours, so I get the same amount of time. You’re going torepay me my thirty-two hours of pain and suffering, by giving me your pleasure. Any way I fucking want.” His fingers still push in and out of me with every syllable. Doing exactly what he said. Taking my pleasure.

I need more. I want more. I’m so close, and I don’t think I should be. He has two simple fingers in my ass and I’m on the verge of selling myself to the devil for an orgasm.

I continue to groan and beg for more when his fingers slip out and my breath catches in my throat. I look over my shoulder, and he’s standing now, unzipping his pants and finally freeing his engorged cock. It’s so hard, the pink skin is thinned, and he grips himself tightly as his jaw clenches through his gaze.

He quickly coats himself in lube and uses his hand to spread it from base to tip. He looks fucking edible.

“Are you ready, baby?” I better be, because I don’t think he’ll wait any longer or hold back once he’s there.

“So ready. More than ready,” I reply, my voice husky, almost unrecognizable.

He lines himself up and presses the crown of his cock against my hole. Pushing in slowly, and my ass swallows the tip. His cock is so much bigger than what was just in there, and the burn is deeper, harder. Bottomless, indescribable stinging runs through every nerve in my body as he continues to push into me, until his hips are flush with mine.

“Ahhhh.” I bite the bed sheets, suppressing my groan.

He leans forward, pressing his lips against my shoulders, biting the flesh, balancing the pain, and it feels better. Wrapping his hand around my hair, he pulls my head back, gently enough to run our bodies flush with each other as his lips graze my ear.

“You are so fucking tight, little red. This body was fucking made for me. Tell me, say it.” His voice is strained, shaky. Ismile through the subsiding pain, knowing I have just as much power here as he does.

“This body was built for you, husband, and I’m all yours.”

“Fuck. Goddammit, Ember.” He rears his hips back gently and then pushes into me again. The sensation that had me breathless moments ago is now replaced with an indescribable pleasure.

Holding my hair like a rein, he continues to move his hips in and out, stealing the pleasure from me like he promised. His free hand wraps around the front of my waist, and his fingers pad my clit, moving up and down in the same motion as his body. We’ve moving together in one fluid motion, and it feels like magic.

Like everything we’ve done together.

He finds a steady pace, matching the rhythm of his fingers, as he draws himself in and out of me.

“Hudson, I’m gonna come. Please…” Asking, praying, begging with every ounce of my being. “Please don’t stop.”

My entire body explodes from the inside out, and everything begins to tingle. His cock stretches me full, his fingers perform some supernatural movement on my clit, and I come harder than I ever have. My pussy throbs, forcing my ass to uncontrollably clench around him, and that pushes him over the edge.

“Ember. Jesus...” His words fade off into grunts, groans, and other curses, and I love seeing him fall apart.

I fall, spreading myself on the bed, as he falls on top of me.

Our breathing is labored, but I can’t help but let out a giggle in my post orgasm high.

It’s been a whirlwind of a day since I left here yesterday, and after the anxiety of the last thirty-two hours—since someone was clearly counting—I finally feel like I can breathe, even though Hudson literally just stole my breath away.

His chest flutters behind me slightly as he chuckles, pulling himself out of me and falling down on the bed next to me.

“I did not see my night ending like this,” he says, all smiles, as he tucks my well-fucked hair behind my ear to expose my face. “Thank you for coming back to me.” The softness in his eyes shines of gratefulness and love.

“I should have never left.” Because it’s the truth. I should have stayed the moment he asked.

“Well, I still have thirty-one hours of my reimbursement time left. I’ll be taking advantage of every single minute.”

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