Page 20 of Fall Wedding With the Mountain Man
He wasallman. A thousand percent man.
Hudson picked me up and started to carry me to the dresser, but I said, “Not in here. My room.”
He grunted an affirmation, then picked me up and carried me to the guest bedroom.
Once we were there, he spun me around until I was facing the dresser, our forms highlighted back to us in the dresser mirror.
“It pains me to say this,” he rumbled in a sexy drawl, “but we should be quick. We don’t want to miss the festival.”
He hiked up the hem of my gown, then drifted my panties down off my hips, sucking in a breath when he got them off.
This is insane.
But that didn’t mean I was going to stop him. I was ready for him, my pussy dripping wet.
He met my eyes in the mirror as he unzipped his jeans and stepped forward, mounting me from behind.
We were two strangers, taking what we wanted.
Fuck society. Fuck propriety. All I wanted was him.
Hudson’s scent rolled over me—wood smoke and spice—as I felt the tip of his cock connect with me.
Then he plunged in.
No waiting, no planning, no warning.
I squeaked as he filled me up. The man washuge… and hungry.
Hudson grunted out as we connected, his cock buried deep inside me.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Elizabeth.”
He rammed into me, shaking the dresser, then rammed again, setting up a steady rhythm with his cock.
His arms wrapped around me, squeezing my breasts as he fucked me hard.
This was happening. This was really happening.
My pussy sang a song of rejoice, as though rain was finally falling on its parched lands.
I cried out as I held on to the dresser, incapable of keeping my voice down, grateful that we were alone in this house.
Hudson watched my face in the mirror the entire time he fucked me, and I lost myself in him. Our eyes were connected, along with our bodies, intensifying the moment a thousand-fold.
And it made me realize that most of the flings I’d had in New York weren’t aboutme. Any woman could have filled the role. Those men had never looked me in the eye like Hudson did.
With him, I could tell this was aboutme. That he was as attracted to me as I was to him. The man was hot enough that he could have chosen anyone he wanted. And the fact that he chose me made me feel like a real princess.
Tonight,Iwas the prize.Me.
The look on his face was intense, fiery eyes piercing mine, his jaw set tight in hunger, his mouth parted as he lost control of himself and took me harder, harder, harder.
I was crying out in a staccato rhythm now as the dresser rocked and shook. This was what I’d needed, a strong mountain cock inside me reminding me what it was like to lose control and submit.
Hudson took me rough and fast. There was no time for anything more.
He swept my hair to the side, and found my neck, biting down on it. Hard enough, but nottoohard.
