Page 59 of Tough Love

I flick my tongue over her, working her tight pussy with my fingers. Slow and steady strokes until she is a bundle of sweet sounds and cries that will keep me rock-hard for months.

I suckle her clit and add another finger.

“Hudson,” she begs, her grip turning feral in my hair.

“Mhmmm?”

“Ah, Hu—” She tightens around me, hips bucking with every wave as she comes undone.

Her hands ramble through my hair when she all but goes limp on the log, pulling my head into her stomach, cradling me against her. “How do you always get that so right?”

“Because, Adeline, I was made for you, and you were made for me.” The words slip out before my smart brain has a chance to censor that shit.

I mean it. I fucking do. But... I’m also not supposed to be getting involved. And we are way past that point, if I’m honest with myself. Way fucking past it.

I guess what Harry doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.

“Your turn on the log, gorgeous man.”

The throbbing between my legs is almost unbearable. Addy slips off the log and into the water. She ushers me onto the log and her eyes rove over my body. She starts at my collarbone, her hands pressing against my pecs. She trails a finger down my stomach before letting it wander sideways, moving over the V of my lower abdomen.

Her touch is light, warm, too much, and not enough. When she finally drops it to my cock, I have to slam my eyes shut to stop the flood of sensation. Feeling and seeing her between my legs... It’s fucking poetic. Her mouth finds my head, and I groan, hard. She sweeps her tongue around the wide tip, sending electricity up my spine.

I run my hands behind her neck, but she takes one, shoving it into her hair. “Jesus, Addy, you have no idea how much I want to fuck your sweet mouth.”

She pops off my cock. I open my eyes and drop my gaze to those deep brown pools of hers. “Do it, Huddy. I want to feel every inch in my mouth. Give me every drop; don’t you dare hold back.”

“God, girl. You are fucking perfect.”

She holds eye contact as she slides me back into her mouth with a subtle nod. I grip her hair, cupping her face with the other hand. I thrust into her mouth, and she closes her eyes. Her hand disappears beneath the water, and she releases a little moan.

“Fuck me, Addy.”

I thrust in deeper, and she tightens her mouth around me, adding a little suction. Her tits bounce with every thrust. Her eyelashes flutter as she looks up at me, wet hair dangling over her shoulders,

“Good girl. A little more?”

She nods, humming. It’s too much. I thrust into her deeper, harder. Her eyes water, and she moans around me. She must be getting close again. Her breathing shallows out.

I stroke her face, trying to slow my pace, but the need to fill her mouth with my seed wins, and I pick up the pace again. She snaps a hand to my thigh, gripping hard. A string of little moans hum over my cock. She arches her back, writhing in the water as she comes undone again.

Good girl.

I follow her, losing seed into her mouth. She opens her eyes, swallowing with every thrust. Goddamn, sweet girl. Fucking perfect. Said it before, will say it again.

Perfect.

Mack is in the barn when we make it back. Addy did brilliantly, even loping ahead by herself on the way home. She has no idea how damn proud I am of her. Her riding is barreling along. I swing down out of the saddle.

“Hudson, you’re with me.” Harry doesn’t mince words.

Fuck.

I glance back at Addy, but she smiles at me before dismounting and taking Rocket’s reins. I follow after my father, feeling like a little kid about to be on the wrong end of an ear chewing. Did he somehow find out about the river, the camping trip?

When we walk into the kitchen, Ma is chopping veggies, something bubbling on the stove already. Smells amazing.

Pa stalks into the study, snapping up the phone from the desk, where it has been sitting off the receiver, waiting. He folds a hand over the end that picks up sound and turns back. “Justin. And he ain’t happy.”

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