Page 85 of Dump Tackle My Heart
I do.
And he feeds it to me. One inch at a time. Until I’m gagging on it.
“Relax. Good girl,” he grunts, and starts thrusting into my mouth.
And it’s—it’s so fucking hot.
I have one hand squeezing and circling the base of his cock, and the other, snaking down my body, between my legs.
“Are you wet from sucking me off?”
I moan.
His words are so dirty. Filthy, really.
And they’re turning me on so damn hard.
“Fuck, Sweetheart, unless you want my cum sliding down your throat, stop now.”
He’s hanging on by a thread. But I don’t want him to. I want him to let go.
So I moan, and I watch him, letting him know I’m ready for this. For him.
He nods, Holding me in place, and he fucks my mouth. One, two, three more thrusts, then he’s coming.
And fuck me, it’s so goddamn hot.
His cock jerks, and pulses, and next, I’m swallowing the salty sweetness of him.
I feel so proud. So sexy. And when he pulls me to my feet and slams his lips to mine, I feel loved. Worshipped.
Hudson picks me up, carries me to the bed, and sits me at the edge.
“My turn, Love. Lay back.”
His voice is so deep, and I am so ready for him as he lowers himself and presses his hot, open mouth to my dripping pussy.
He presses two fingers inside my slit, groaning as he licks, sucks, and nibbles on my clit.
“You’re so fucking wet. Did you get this wet sucking me, Sweetheart?”
“I did. Oh God, Hudson,” I moan.
“You need to come, Dani? Be a good girl, and come on my tongue,” he growls, and that’s it.
One more lick.
One more pump of his hand.
And I come.Hard.
EPILOGUE 1-TANK
New Year’s Eve–Consequence,North Carolina
There’s something poetic about coming full circle.
Back at the team house again.
