Page 132 of Abyss

His fingers adeptly unbutton my jeans before he releases my nipple with a pop and falls to his knees in front of me, right at the entrance of my studio. Trailing kisses over my stomach, he tugs the denim over my wide hips and wiggles them down my thighs.

Hudson licks and sucks the expanse of skin on my thighs, groaning while he nuzzles his nose against my pussy. “Fuck, I missed you.”

His desperate movements have my panties inching down my legs and off to the side with my discarded jeans before his eyes flash, taking in my wet center. He hooks my leg over his shoulder, and that’s all the warning I get before he buries his face in between my thighs.

A cry rips from my lips when he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, over and over until I’m panting. His hungry lips work over my soft skin, my tender lips, sucking them into his mouth before he tongues my center. Laying open-mouthed kisses over my entrance, he taps his tongue against it. Voraciously. Urgently. Relentlessly.

“Jesus Christ, your pussy is where I want to die, baby girl,” he mumbles over my skin. “You’re the only one I want on my tongue, morning, day, and night.”

I grind my pussy over his warm mouth, loving the way his teeth gently bite my skin and his stubble scrapes my thighs. My hips thrust needily, a heat wave crawling up my body, as I fist his hair with one hand and hold his shoulder with the other. “Hudson. Oh, God.”

I whimper and cry as his deft tongue plunges inside me, creating a havoc so intense, I’m threatening to detonate in seconds.

Continuing to lave my clit, his fingers find my entrance—one and two, before he inserts a third for good measure. I’m soaking wet, dripping down his hand as his fingers pummel in and out of me.

He’s eating me out and fucking me with his fingers so thoroughly, I’m trembling as I rock over him, my fingernails biting into his skin to keep me steady. I ride his face as he sucks my clit rapidly, knowing I’m close. His fingers curl inside me, and I know I’m going to come.

“Hudson!” I scream as I sway over him, my teeth grinding as the beginning of my orgasm wraps its hold around me. “God, please, keep doing that. Yes!”

Hudson’s lips, tongue, and fingers never stop as he growls, desperately eating me out until I’m tensing and arching over him. My sharp cry pierces the air as waves and shudders wrack my body, and I come hard, clamping his face between my thighs.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, his face still buried inside me. “That’s it, baby girl, drown me inside this pussy.”

A soft mewl tumbles from my lips as uneven tremors ripple through my body before I collapse against the wall, heaving.

Hudson unhooks my leg from his shoulder before leaving a few parting kisses on my thighs, and I coax him back to his feet. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him to my mouth, tasting myself on his lips. We kiss as he presses his thick covered cock over my center, and I’m hungry all over again.

Our chests mesh together. My fingernails scrape down his chest, my whimpers mixing with his growls. “Hudson . . .”

“I know what you need, baby.” He smiles into our kiss, picking me up and carrying me to my bed, his raspy voice sending shivers down my spine. “And there’s nothing I want more than to give it to you.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

HUDSON

Her back hits her bed, and she unwraps herself from my body, splaying her arms above her. She’s a goddamn vision with her tousled hair haloed around her head, that bewitching jewel gleaming over her bee-stung lips, and those golden-brown eyes filled with love and lust.

For me.

She told me once that her name meant poem, and it’s fitting. She’s a sonnet, a fucking haiku, with her every arc and curve a carefully crafted verse on a page.

I hover over her, my arms caging her head. “You want to be fucked, sweetheart? You want my cock buried so deep, you won’t walk straight for days?”

Her response is to stick her chest out—one breast free from when I sucked her nipple, while the other is still tucked inside her bra. I’ll get to it later. For now, I like her looking as disheveled and dazed as she does. She juts out her hips to run her bare pussy over my pants, hissing when she feels my erection.

Rising to my feet, I pull off my belt, shoving down mypants and boxer-briefs. Stepping out of them, I fist my cock, my eyes smoldering. “Get up and show me how much you want this. Suck my cock.”

She rises, flipping onto all fours and raising her ass in the air. My mouth waters at the sight, and I almost tell her to turn around so I can bury my face in her ass.

I tuck her hair behind her ear before brushing my thumb over her lips. I press my thumb into her mouth, and she licks it, sucking the way she will my dick.

Her hungry eyes scroll up my body, and I pull my thumb out of her mouth, rubbing it over her lips, before letting her take my cock from my hand. She pumps it before slapping the tip on her tongue, knowing she’s about to drive me insane. A low groan rumbles inside my chest as I watch her lick the beads of pre-cum off the tip.

So fucking hot.

“Fuck.” My head falls back as my hand wraps around the back of her head. “You’re already killing me, baby girl.”

She continues to pump my shaft before her wet mouth rolls over my dick and, needing more, my hips instinctively jut forward.

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