Page 124 of What About Us
He pulls out and thrusts back in hard, making my body slide further up the bed. My eyes roll back and my mouth hangs open on a silent scream. He picks up speed, fucking me hard and deep into the mattress, with a low grunt accompanying every punishing thrust.
I’ll never get over the feeling of him inside me. His fingertips dig into my hips. I’m almost certain I’ll have bruises tomorrow, but I’d never ask him to loosen his grip. It feels too incredible, like we’re keeping one another anchored. Like, if he doesn’t keep his hands tight on me, I’ll float right away on a wisp of ecstasy.
He leans in and wraps a hand around the nape of my neck, fisting my hair and bringing my mouth to his for a desperate kiss, then drops his eyes to where he’s filling me. “Look at us,” he commands. “Look how perfectly your pretty cunt takes me, Finnley. Such a greedy little thing.”
My walls around him stretch and flutter at his words. He’s right, we fit perfectly together. My head falls back, and my eyes slide shut as herelentlessly fucks me. I swear I’m levitating, breathless and already so damn close.
“I can feel your perfect cunt choking my cock, Finn. You make me feel so good,” he grinds out, his face pressed into the crook of my neck. “Such a good…”Thrust. “Fucking girl…”Thrust. “For me.”Thrust.
“Oh, my God… I’m close. Don’t stop,” I mumble out, my brain buzzing from his praise and the buildup of my orgasm.
He pulls out abruptly, and I loathe the loss. I’m about to cuss him out when he wraps an arm around my waist, crosses my thighs, and flips me over. “Hands and knees, pretty girl,” he says with a sharp, cracking smack to my right ass cheek.
I yelp in surprise, then moan. Heat pools in my belly and a rush of desire throbs between my legs.
“My girl likes that, huh?” Satisfaction drips from his every word, and his voice is a low rasp against my ear, sexy and deep, lighting me up again.
I did like it.Fuck, I liked it a lot. I’m panting, weak, and trembling, while my empty pussy clenches on nothing, but I manage to nod. I’m barely on my knees before he slaps my ass again, the sting of it sending a jolt straight to my clit.
He runs a soothing hand over the spot, and then I feel the thick head of his cock slamming back into me. The force of the thrust pushes me forward, and my arms give out, pressing my chest into the mattress, while my head cants to the side so I can breathe. He’s unyielding, thrusts hard and bruising. He’s deeper at this angle, but the stretch and burn is glorious and fades away to bone-melting bliss as the sounds of his hips slapping against my ass fill the room.
Both his big palms grip my ass cheeks, and I gasp when he brushes his thumb over the sensitive flesh between them. His voice is breathless, and he grunts, thrusting hard and fast. “You gonna let me take this cherry ass someday, pretty girl?”
Another grunt.
Another thrust.
My face presses further into the bed, muffling my moans at his words. I never thought the idea of that would do it for me, but with Hudson, everything feels brand-new. Every experience with him is better than I ever imagined, and I find myself gasping out a desperate, “Yes.”
“Jesus, the thought of that makes me so fucking hard. Being the first man to fuck you there… Would you let me come inside you?”
I can only moan and nod. In this moment, I'd let him do anything to me. He’s obliterated my ability to think, let alone speak. Luckily, I don’t have to because he continues.
“You look so pretty with my cum dripping out of all your other perfect holes, but that one…Fuck,Finnley. That one would be a dream. Watching it leak out of this tight, little hole. Goddamn,” he grits out. “I’m close, babe. Rub that needy clit and come for me. I need to feel this pussy strangle my cock.”
Somehow, my hand snakes underneath me and between my thighs, making its way to my clit. All it takes is three circles and I’m shaking with that familiar sensation that starts in my belly and sends white-hot tendrils of desire snaking through my entire body. He doubles his efforts, and I find a matching rhythm on my clit.
“I’ll never get enough of you.” His voice is raw with emotion and desire. He thrusts hard, and his body pitches forward, covering me completely and pressing me into the mattress. His cock hits a new place inside me, robbing me of breath as his courses over my shoulders and neck. “You’re mine, understand? I’m never letting you go.”
His words obliterate me. Emotion splinters in my chest and I blink back tears while blood rushes in my ears. “Harder.Please. Faster,” I pant out against the blankets, my voice a high-pitched plea..
His answering groan mixes with the sound of our sweat-slicked flesh as he picks up speed, pounding into me. “You’re fucking heaven, Finnley. Made for me. God, I love fucking you.”
“Hudson, f–fuck!” I cry out as my orgasm rips through me. I can’t breathe, my lungs constricting with the strength of it.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Fucking come for me, Finn.Fuck,” he growls. His hips kick forward one last time, and he presses hard into me, going still. I feel his cock jerk inside me, pulsing out thick, warm cum, and filling me so perfectly.
Seconds pass as we catch our breaths and then collapse onto the bed—me onto my stomach and him onto his back next to me—sated and doused in the scent of sex. The only sounds I can hear are our ragged breaths and the pounding of my full heart in my ears. I never knew it could be like this. Never once in almost twenty years did I imagine I could have this with him. It’s overwhelming and scary in the best way.
“God, that was incredible,” Hudson mumbles, rolling over and draping an arm over my bare back. His movements are lazy when he brushes a strand of hair off my face and presses cool lips to mine. I feel him pull the blankets up over both of us, making me shiver.
“I love you, Finnley,” he murmurs, nuzzling my neck with his nose. “I fucking love you.”
My heart stutters in my chest, a flicker of hope sparking to life to hear him declare it. It doesn’t scare me, because I think I’ve always known.
Our eyes lock, and the intensity and love I see there—stripped bare and raw—make my breath catch. The words wrap around my heart and my voice comes out sleepy and content when I whisper back, “I love you, too, Hudson. So much.”
He presses his lips to mine again in an achingly tender kiss. I try to fight it as he traces small circles across the skin of my back with gentle fingertips; however, sleep pulls me under in a blissful, warm euphoria that makes mybody tingle with the possibility of having this—havinghim—forever. I close my eyes and sigh contently, basking in the aftermath and not allowing myself one second to overthink it.
