Page 31 of The Promises We Break

“Do you know I only have one regret about that night?” he says as his lips trail over my jawline toward the shell of my ear.

I don’t reply because I only need one guess to answer that question, being that he married a complete stranger, with no prenup, by the way, because apparently I asked him after being rejected by Elvis.

“Knowing that you don’t recall every minute of that night, when I had you in my arms, my lips on your skin, and my cock inside you, is a special kind of torture I wouldn’t wish on anyone, and I’ll spend all fucking night reminding you of how perfect it was.”

I breathe out a small gasp from the shock of his answer. A bigger gasp, mixed with a groan, falls from my lips when he grips the strap of my top, pulling it down and exposing my hardened nipple before sucking the peak into his wet, hot mouth. White hot flames swarm over my body, licking inside my veins.

In an instant, every part of his body has a complete chokehold on me. One hand gripping my ass, the other pressing my arm to my side, rendering it useless against the punishing lapping of his tongue on my nipple. Not wanting to let go of his grip, he moves toward the other nipple, sucking it over the thin silk. The sensation is teasing and I’m in dire need of more.

He leans back on his heels, his knees bent in front of him. The black boxers are now so tight against his growing cock, the waistband is pulling away from his skin, giving me a barelythere view of his pre-cum laced tip, which is just teasing me further.

Spreading my legs over his, I straddle him, centering myself perfectly over the length of his cock.

God, he’s so hard. I roll my hips over him, creating the friction my body is in desperate need of. He groans into my neck as I nuzzle into him, nibbling on his earlobe, licking his jawline and pulling on his hair.

“Fuck, little red.” He pulls down both the straps fully, exposing my breasts now, as he slowly licks over each tight bud.

“I need you. I’ve needed you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” He licks more, lightly sucking, as I continue to ride him just like I did that night on the stage. “I want to fuck you, but I don’t want this to end.”

I don’t have all that much experience in bed, only having one past lover,Elliot. Everything with him was so plain. Vanilla, I guess you could say. He said he didn’t like blowjobs, so if I ever tried, he stopped me. It only happened a couple times, and each time, the rush I felt of the control I had was indescribable.

I shimmy off his legs and place my feet on the ground, pulling myself from Hudson’s grip.

“I didn’t mean to stop.” He urgently follows me off the side of the bed. He’s standing now, giving me easy access to his waistband. I grip the sides and rip them down, and his cock bounces out between us. His eyes widened, shocked at my sudden display of authority.

If a cock could be perfect, this would be it. A display worthy cock, that should probably be molded for a shrine.

I lick my lips to contain my smile and begin to kneel in front of him. His mouth drops open, timed with my descent, and by the time my knees touch the ground, I have the tip on my tongue with my hand wrapped around the base.

He grunts, throwing his head back, then quickly looks down at me again, not wanting to miss the moment whenhis cock disappears into my mouth. Still gripping the base with one hand and grabbing his hip with my other, I pull him closer, sliding the length of his cock over my tongue, and bob back and forth. I taste the sweet and salty mixture of his pre-cum and moan because that’s so fucking sexy.

“You look so fucking beautiful on your knees, taking my cock like that.”

God, he’s got a sexy, dirty mouth. His words just encourage me to push him deeper into my mouth, testing my gag reflex with every thrust.

I surprise myself when I get used to his size and start breathing through my nose, timing it perfectly with the bobbing of my head. I’m taking him down my throat, then licking him up and down, going back and forth between licking and sucking. His hip movements are completely erratic, and his moaning is deeper and more desperate.

“Ember. Fuck. Mmmm. Your mouth.” He groans between every word. “You make me lose all control.”

Not only is he a dirty talker, but also a moaner, and I can’t get enough of it.

His hand cups the back of my head and he begins to thrust harder. My eyes peer up at him, a twinge of worry behind them, as he takes more control.

“That’s my girl.” His perfect tempo barely avoids my gag reflex, as he takes what he needs. I think he’s ready to come when he urgently pulls away.

“Fuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut, huffing out a weighty breath. When he re-opens his eyes, he leans down, grabbing my top, using it to pull me to a standing position, then yanks it up over my head.

We shift, moving together as we switch positions, and I’m closer to the bed. He nudges me back a step until the back of my knees hit the side of the bed, falling on top of it. My hips liftnaturally as he grips the sides of my shorts, pulling them down, and I’m completely naked in front of him.

Although, it’s not the first time, it is the first time that I feel this exposed in front of him. I typically hide, cover myself up a little more, but the desperation in his eyes, the lust dripping from every ounce of his body, has my confidence skyrocketing.

“It’s my turn,” he growls.

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HUDSON

“It’s my turn.”

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