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His words make my core throb and my mouth water. I doexactly as he asks, working my mouth back up his veiny shaft and teasing his tip. He seemed to like that earlier. I take him all the way in until his tip hits the back of my throat and tears sting my eyes as my gag reflex kicks in.

I’ve never done this before, never even wanted to for anyone else, but with how sexy, sweet, and beautiful this man is, it’s all I’ve thought about lately. My head bobs over his velvety skin, the slurping sounds from my mouth mixing with the sounds of our breaths as I continue to suck.

Hudson moans, urging me to continue, his abs and thighs flexing under me. “That’s it, baby girl. So fucking good. Now, pick up the pace and play with my balls.”

I roll his balls in my fingers and continue to pump him into my mouth, tasting every drop of pre-cum he rewards me.

A moan builds inside my chest as I take my lips off him and lick him from root to tip like he’s a goddamn popsicle melting in the summer sun. I kiss and suck his head once more before dropping my mouth over his entire length, picking up the pace and cooing at the feel of him on my tongue.

Groaning, Hudson throws the blanket off us, tugging my hair until I’m forced to pull my lips off him. I’m just about to object when, in one fast move, he has me under him, my back on the bed.

With one hand around the front of my neck, he straddles my torso, pumping himself with hard strokes over my chest. The chords in his forearm bunch, his abs contract, and his chest tightens as he glares down at me, his eyes like polished obsidian.

I can’t take my eyes off him, as if the mere thought of looking away will make him disappear.

“I’m going to fucking cover you in my cum.”

My chest heaves with anticipation and lust as I watch the most beautiful man’s control snap. All because of me. Hisface contorts with pleasure before his mouth hangs open and he succumbs to his orgasm with a low growl. “Fuck.”

Streams of cum spill over my chest, the warm liquid running down the middle of my breasts as Hudson rises over me, throwing his head back and gasping as if he just ran a marathon.

When he gazes back down at me, I run my fingers through his release, circling and coating my nipples with it before bringing my fingers to my mouth and licking them clean.

“Jesus Christ,” he says. “My fucking fantasies couldn’t have done this justice.”

“So, I did alright for my first time?”

“You did better than alright,” he says with a breathless laugh. “I think you earned yourself a reward.”

I tuck my lip between my teeth, feeling my center throb at the prospect. “Yeah? What kind of reward?”

Hudson’s mouth turns up at the corners. “The kind that has that sweet little pussy of yours singing on my tongue.”

And with that, he drops his lips over my center, taking me into another dimension.

Chapter Twenty-Six

KAVI

Ithrow a small couch cushion on my brother’s face, trying to distract him from his phone. “You know you don’t have to work two jobs anymore. We have enough in the account so you can enjoy your summer like most kids your age.”

He shrugs, going back to his phone, ignoring my attempt to annoy him. “I don’t mind. I don’t like dipping into the account.”

“Oh, there is more to the story than that,” Mom chirps, striding into the family room with cups of chai for the two of us—she knows Neil won’t have any. She sits down on the chair across from us, opening the box of garlic knots I baked for them. “Tell her, Neil!”

The glimmer in Mom’s eyes tells me everything I need to know, and I swing my grin toward my brother, who slumps further into our couch with a groan. He’s well aware of how excited the two women in his life get about any mention of his love life.

“Tell me!” I urge, placing my entangled fingers under my chin and blinking rapidly. “Is this about a girl? Is theresomeone who watches you from her window while you mow her parents’ lawn?”

He glares at me unamused, which just makes me giggle more. It also warms my insides to know he’s going through normal teenage things. Especially since my own teenage years were spent hiding inside my room, trying to come to terms with everything that had happened, things I should have never experienced.

I throw another pillow at him. “Tell me!”

“There’s a girl by the name of Lilac—” Mom starts.

“Lyla,” Neil corrects her, going back to scrolling his phone. His hair lays like an overgrown mop over his forehead.

Mom waves her hand in the air like potato-potahto, taking a sip of her tea. “Yes, yes. That’s what I said. She’s become quite fond of our Neil—”

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