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I pull back, pick a leisurely pace, and thrust in and out as I play with her nipples. Tweaking, twisting, soothing. Massaging her breasts. All while she sucks and licks, chokes occasionally. Feeling her tongue along the top of my cock is different, but I really fucking like it. A little too much.
Pulling all the way out, I rest my cock by her cheek to give both of us a break. Saliva connects us as she gasps for air, and I have the very sudden urge to press down on her throat and cut it off.
But then she cries out, a noise filled with sadness and terror, and my gaze snaps up to Hudson. He is completely lost to the scene, eyes blown with his face only inches from her pussy. The cause for the cry is evident when I see the vibrator appear.
Uh, he took it out.
I don’t even need to ask what’s happening next, because he buries his face between her legs and Emmy cries out again. I quickly guide my cock back to her lips, resting the head in her mouth, allowing her to suck and lick, quietening her noises but not stopping them.
Her hands fly down between her legs and grip his hair. Hudson’s hands have disappeared beneath her to clutch at her ass cheeks, encouraging her to thrust against his mouth. And shedoes. She uses his mouth until there is a long, drawn-out moan, her body tense, her pelvis stuttering, and I am forced to go in deeper to cut off the noise.
Gritting my teeth, I continue to move and have to think very unsexy thoughts, because holy fuck, I am so gone for this girl.
As soon as she stops her motions, Hudson stands, gets his own pants undone and down enough that he can get his cock out, pushing into her with one smooth motion.
I start thrusting a little more firmly, trying to find Hudson’s rhythm, but we are both too lost to the sensation of having Emmy’s warm, wet heat wrapped around us.
Hudson grips the back of her thighs and presses them to her chest, the sound of his belt hitting the edge of his desk even noisier than she was, but it doesn’t stop him.
Watching his cock disappearing into her tight little cunt has my balls drawing up tight and my cock thickening. Through my clamped jaw, I manage to give Emmy a warning. “Princess…”
Hudson makes an animalistic groan before going completely still, and that pushes me over the edge. Cum shoots from my cock and into her mouth. Her tongue works my head greedily, lapping it all up, causing a few extra shudders from me.
We both lean over her, hands braced on the table, trying to catch our breath. I pull free and step to the side and then reach down to stroke her face. Her eyes flutter open, and she gives me a soft smile, still a little high from her orgasm, before they close again.
I look up at Hudson and grin at him. “This was not what I thought you’d called me to your office for, but I approve. Same time next week?”
He rolls his eyes at me.
But he also nods.
Chapter 47
Emery
“You were absolutely perfect. Such a good girl for me. You did absolutely amazing.”
The whispered words have been an ongoing waterfall of praise since I was scooped up from the desk and carried over to the couch. All my limbs have felt so incredibly heavy, and I’vewanted to do nothing but fall asleep, but I forced myself to stay awake and listen to Hudson’s voice.
Being cradled in his lap, head against his shoulder, and just existing in the same space as him has helped with the gaping hole that formed while we were apart.
I have no idea where Darcy is. He gave me a sweet kiss on the forehead before whispering that he would be back soon. I’m pretty sure soon has come and gone, but I’m not going to complain about my current situation.
There is a soft knock at the door and a quiet, “It’s Darcy” before the door opens, the cool air of the room flowing over my legs.
I peek my eyes open enough to see but still appear asleep. Darcy closes the door behind him, glancing my way with a soft smile, then raises a brown paper bag by its handles. “Sugar.”
Hudson must nod, his shoulder shifting a little beneath me. “She hasn’t woken up completely yet.”
He shifts his arms a little, and I snuggle deeper into his hold, burying my face into his shirt. The arms around me tighten. “Shh… It’s okay, kitten. You are okay. Everything is absolutely perfect.”
“Does she seem droppy?” There is a rustle, and then I hear the snap of plastic containers opening.
“Adopted that word, have you?” I can hear Hudson’s amusement loud and clear.
There is a pause. “I like it. I like seeing our world through her eyes.”
Another long, drawn-out pause. “Me too.”
