Page 29 of Dump Tackle My Heart
“I want you to touch my pussy, Hudson. I want you to make me come.”
And just like that, he goes molten.
“Fuck,” he growls. “There’s my brave and honest girl.”
The air shifts.
He moves with purpose now, and I hear it—the lowriiiiipof my panties as he tears them away like they offended him.
I gasp, the cool air brushing over my burning skin.
Then his fingers are there. Sliding through my slick folds with reverence.
One slow, perfect circle over my clit and I moan, loud and unfiltered.
“Oh my God?—”
His other hand is beneath my tank top, pushing it up.
I arch my back, helping him, needing to be skin to skin. Needing everything.
I strip it off like it’s on fire and throw it to the floor.
He’s watching me now. Those deep, glittering eyes are scanning every inch of my body like I’m something precious and fucking his.
Tank’s hand moves again, parting me.Stroking me.
The tease is maddening.
My body’s straining, desperate,drenched.
“Please,” I whimper. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stoppin’, Sweetheart,” he murmurs. “I’m just gettin’ started.”
And then he does it.
One thick finger pushes deep, and I let out a strangled moan as pleasure arcs up my spine.
He curls it just right.
And just like that, I forget my own name.
“Let me in, Dani. That’s it. Fuck,” he growls.
It’s so good. And I’m so close.
“Hudson, I want you inside me when I come,” I say suddenly.
And the craziest part?
I mean every damn word.
He freezes for a breath.
Just one.
His dark eyes scan my face, searching like he’s waiting for the catch, the moment I take it back or laugh it off.
