Page 160 of Slap Shot

“Good. So good,” he murmurs with a tone of awe. “Can you stay there for a second?” When I nod, his palm moves between my legs. He touches me, finding me wet, and he hums. “You like this, don’t you? You like when I use you.”

I nod again, white-hot pleasure building at the base of my spine. I’ve never been turned on while giving a blow job before,but there’s something about Hudson’s words that fuels a fire in me.

“I’m not going to come in your mouth today,” he tells me. “Next time we do this, though, I want to watch you swallow.”

Heavens.

I want that too.

I do my best to convey it to him by bobbing my head. By licking at him, sucking and using the hint of my teeth when I add my hand.

My mouth and palm work in tandem to find the perfect rhythm that makes Hudson’s grunts turn rough and sharp.

Drool hangs from my mouth, and he wipes it away with his thumb. When I take him deep again, he tugs on my hair. He pulls me off him and reaches for his bedside drawer.

“Want to fuck you,” he mumbles, voice thick with lust. “From behind.”

“Are you an ass man?” I roll onto my stomach and push up on my knees. I rest my elbows on the sheets, my legs spread wide. “Is that your favorite part of me?”

“When we’re in bed? Yes. But it doesn’t hold a candle to your smile.” I look over my shoulder and find him sliding the condom over his cock. “This way I get to see the parts of yourself you say you don’t love. The cellulite, the stretch marks. You don’t have to like them, Maddie, but I’m fucking obsessed with them. I’ll worship them for both of us.”

God.

I’m terrified one day I’m going to wake up, and this will all be a dream. The happy fog that’s blanketed my life will get pulled away, because what kind of man says those things and means them? What kind of man makes me feel so fucking beautiful while he’s throwing a condom wrapper in the trash?

I’m convinced he’s the only one in existence. One of a kind, and someone I don’t want to let go.

“Fuck me, Hudson,” I whisper, and he grips my hips.

I glance over my shoulder, not wanting to miss a moment of watching him in all his splendor. He lines himself up with my entrance and presses a kiss to my shoulder blade. I exhale at the warm feel of his mouth, but it gives way to a moan. To a delighted exhale of a breath when he sinks inside me and fuses our bodies together.

We’ve done this so many times now, but I’m still not used to howgoodit feels.

“I might be addicted to you.” Hudson reaches around me and rubs my clit with his thumb. “I think about you all the time. I think about fucking you. About touching you. I can’t get you out of my head, Maddie. Haven’t been able to since I first met you.”

A thought enters my brain when he drives into me. It’s hazy, faraway and on the cusp of a fantasy, but it’s the most powerful dream I’ve ever had.

I could love him.

I could love him,and it would be perfect.

I think about him all the time, too. I miss him when he’s gone. I feel alive when he touches me.

Sparks flicker behind my vision when he moves his mouth to the back of my neck and breathes against my skin.

I could love him,but could I give him what he wants? What he deserves?

I squeeze my eyes closed and focus on the here and now. On the way he’s unrelenting with his thrusts. How he moves his hand up to my breasts, giving them a squeeze, before returning between my legs.

It’s like he doesn’t know where he wants to touch. My body is a blank canvas, and I’m ready to be his muse.

“Tight. Wet. Fucking perfect.” He groans. “Mine.”

That word sends a rush of adrenaline through me. I moan when I slam back on his cock, wanting to prove Iamhis.

And he is mine, too.

“Are you doing math again?” I pant, and his laugh warms me from the inside out. “And if so, can you hurry up and solve the problem?”

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