Page 110 of What About Us
“I did.” He chuckles around the tight, warm bud, cocky as ever. “And I knew you’d be a dirty, little slut for my cock, too.”
I look down at him where he’s moving to the other breast. “You’re so sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
He gently pulls my nipple through his teeth, then looks up at me. His expression turns heated, and his eyes are hooded with lust. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me that needy, perfect cunt of yours isn’t drenched right now just thinking about the possibility of me bending you over, or how much you liked me fucking your throat, and I’ll take it back.”
My entire body floods with heat at his words and I have never wanted his mouth on me more than I do right now. I raise an eyebrow in challenge. “Why don’t you quit running that pretty mouth and find out?”
“Come to think of it, Iamfucking starving,” he whispers, a devilish grin breaking out across his face.
I let out a squeal when he throws the blankets back and yanks my legs open, crawling between them.
My head falls back and with a long moan when he wastes no time diving in, running his tongue up the slit and circling my clit. It’s incredible how absolutely sinful his tongue feels, using the perfect toe-curling amount of pressure right where I need it.
“How?” I gasp out, already breathless.
“How, what, pretty girl?” he asks, blowing lightly on the slickness flooding my core.
“How are you s–so good at that?” I stutter out.
Popping his head up from between my thighs, a grin splits his face. “Mom used to let me lick the beaters a lot,” he says, pumping his eyebrows up and down.
“Thank you, Emily.” I sigh and drop my head back to the pillow.
“Ok, let’s stop talking about my mom while I’m face down in your pussy, though. It’s kind of a boner killer.”
“Fair enough.” My laugh is breathless.
Rocking my hips up, Hudson dives back in, licking and sucking, and then pulling at my clit with his lips.
Sometimes, I can just look at a man and instantly tell he loves to eat pussy. And dammit, Hudson Hayes is one of those men. He eats me like a man starved—his tongue doing things to me that turn my insides to liquid fire.
He alternates between licking, kissing, and sucking at my clit, then dipping his tongue inside me, before repeating the process. The sound is wet and filthy, and the noiseshemakes while his face is between my thighs lets me know he’s enjoying this just as much as I am. He’s feasting on my pussy forhispleasure just as much as he is for mine. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and he has me right at the edge within minutes.
“Ah, Huddy. Shit…that’s good. So good. Right there.”
“Damn, pretty girl, you’re dripping,” he says against my pussy. “You gonna come for me again? Is this greedy, little cunt aching to be filled up?”
“Yes! Oh, God, yes,” I gasp, my hands fisting in the sheets.
I feel him push two fingers inside me, and with his mouth on my clit, he crooks his fingers. My orgasm rips through me, stars exploding behind my eyes, and I cry out.
“Fucking stunning,” he whispers, while I tremble, thighs shaking against him.
My eyes flutter open just in time to watch him suck his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste of me. Another wave hits me, stealing my breath.
“Look at the mess you made.” His tone is awed. “Such a filthy fucking girl, coming so hard that you completely soaked the sheets.”
I lift my head and see he’s right. It’s almost embarrassing how wet I am.
He doesn’t waste any time shifting and climbing up the bed. He leans back against the headboard and grabs me around the waist, hauling me up so I’m on top of him. “Now, get up here and soak my dick, too.”
He’s so sexy leaned back against the headboard, with a cocky grin, dancing hazel eyes, and wild curls on top of his head. I sit back on his thighs to catch my breath, taking in his broad chest and shoulders. His abs alone are magnificent, but they’ve got nothing on the deep V that leads to his narrow hips and thick cock.
I’m spent and sure I can’t take much more, but I straddle his hips. And when he lifts me and notches himself at my entrance, then thrusts up in one, rough push, the burn is fantastic and all the encouragement I need to start moving my hips. His big palms grip me, pressing down and forcing himself deeper.
Then, his mouth is on my chest. Pulling one of my nipples between his teeth, he teases and then sucks hard. “These fuckin’ tits, Finn.Jesus. They’d look so pretty painted with my cum.”
The physical sensation of him worshipping me with his mouth, mixed with his words, obliterates any insecurity I had about my breasts as I ride him, hands on his shoulders and my head tipped back. I give over to the things he’s saying—the way he makes me feel—and soon, he’s got me built right back up, dangling over the edge of another spine-tingling orgasm.
