Monster Prick (Screwed, #1.5)

When my feet touch the floor, he immediately goes to work on the button of my dress pants. “Get naked,” he whispers. His naughty voice commanding me in the darkness sends hot arousal zipping through my veins. I give my hips a wiggle as he pushes my pants and panties down over my butt.

“Sexy little thing,” Hudson whispers, treating me to a quick kiss on the lips.

I never knew sex would be fun. It might sound weird, but I always assumed there would be a lot to concentrate on, with inserting tab A into slot B and whatnot. I’m relieved to see it's nothing like that. It’s easy and natural.

I open my blouse, fumbling over the buttons as Hudson brings the back of his hand between my thighs and gently rubs his knuckles over my bare *. I press my thighs together as tingles shoot up my spine.

When I'm finally free of the shirt, Hudson unclasps my bra for me and his mouth lowers, taking one pert nipple into his mouth. The sensation makes me flinch it feels so good.

“Prettiest set of tits I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, moving to my other breast while he holds the weight of them in his hands. “I should fuck these before we’re done. Would you like that, Gracie?”

A sobbing gasp gets stuck in my throat. Done. The word echoes in my head. I can’t let myself think about the end of my time with him, or I’ll start crying. Tears are already threatening to appear, even as good as his mouth and hands feel on me.

“On the bed,” he pants, breaking away from my nipple with a groan that sends goosebumps racing along my skin.

I sit down on the edge of the bed and scoot up toward the pillows. Then I watch, barely breathing, as Hudson treats me to an erotic strip show. He pulls his T-shirt off over his head that way guys do before dropping it to the floor, all of the hard muscles in his stomach and chest flexing as he moves. His deft fingers move to the button on his jeans, and then they’re sliding down his powerful thighs along with his boxers. He is beautiful like this. He’s hard edges and muscle, but this is him opening himself up to me, taking a risk, and making a huge jump with me off to crazy-horny town.

I reach out toward him and he joins me on the bed, his mouth moving to my breasts again while my right hand ventures down until I find the weight of his cock. I push my hand up and down just like he showed me, loving the heat of him and the little grunts he makes.

“Shit, Gracie, where did you learn to jack my cock like that?” He smirks at me.

“You.” I grin right back at him.

Chuckling darkly, he moves down on the bed until he’s eye-level with my navel. I inhale sharply when he kisses my belly. Then he moves lower and I forget how to breathe.

“I’m going to fuck this tight * until you beg me to stop,” he pants, his teeth grazing my inner thigh.

His mouth closes over my clit and I cry out. His large hands hold my thighs open nice and wide and I take every bit of pleasure he doles out. His tongue moves in an expert pattern designed to bring me more pleasure than I could have dreamed possible. Then he pushes two fingers inside me and I groan, flinching as my back arches off the bed.

“Are you sore?” he asks, blinking up at me and my dramatic reaction.

I give a careful nod. I am a little sore, but not uncomfortable enough that I don’t want to do this.

“Fuck.” He sits back on his heels, his huge cock sticking straight up in the air. He scrubs a hand through his hair. “I didn’t even think about that. It’s been a long time since I was with a virgin. Forgive me?” he asks, tilting my chin up until I meet his dark, stormy eyes.

“Of course. It’s nothing. I promise I’m okay.” I won’t tell him that I took pain reliever earlier, knowing that won’t help the concerned look in his eyes.

His eyes search mine, and eventually, he decides to believe me. His mouth goes back to my core again. But this time he’s softer, moving with the skill of a man who both knows what he’s doing and doesn’t want to push me too far.

Soon I’m clawing at the sheets, tugging at his hair, and rocking my hips into his mouth, not caring one little bit that I’m riding his face like a maniac. This only makes him more determined, and his tongue moves earnestly against me, drawing tight circles over my sensitive bud.

“Hudson,” I cry out, my body convulsing once, twice, as a powerful orgasm washes over me. He crawls up my body and kisses me through every little aftershock.

“Feel good, princess?” he whispers in the darkness, his lips brushing mine.

“Very. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me for doing that. Trust me, it was my pleasure.”

As strange as it is, I believe him. The look of reverence painted on his face tells me he enjoyed that almost as much as I did.

I pull him closer and lay back on the bed, parting my thighs.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his breath a whisper on my neck.

I nod tightly. “Positive.” The way he pumped in and out of me last night while his thumb stroked my clit has played through my brain all day.

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