Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“I want to be inside of you,” he said.
I nodded and licked my lips. “Yes.”
“I want to fuck you, hard and fast.”
Another moan slipped free, and I reached for him. “Now, Hudson. Now!”
He wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted my body up before lowering me down again until he sank deep inside of me.
Hudson let out a long moan. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips and tried to draw him in deeper.
“Please,” I gasped. My body was already building toward an orgasm, and Hudson hadn’t even moved yet.
Turning quickly, he pushed me against the wall and did exactly what he wanted and what I needed. He fucked me.
Fast. And hard.
“Yes. Harder! Oh God, Hudson. Faster! Harder!”
I had never once had sex like this. It was driven by passion and a need so strong, I almost felt out of control. I wanted to come with Hudson slamming into me, my back against the wall, and our bodies nearly fused as one.
“Fuuuuck, Greer. Baby, I need you to come.”
I dropped my head back and focused on the throbbing between my legs. I was so close. It felt like I was right on the edge of a cliff, and if I fell I knew it was going to be the most delicious torture I’d ever experienced.
Then, Hudson circled his hips and touched something deep inside of me—and I exploded. His name spilled from my lips, and even with my own body pulsing, I felt Hudson grow bigger.
“Greer, I’m coming! Christ Almighty!”
The feel of him inside of me, the way he moved, the way we fell apart at the same time…something in me shifted. It was more than just raw lust and desire that I felt for Hudson. My heart had cracked completely open.
When he finally stopped moving, he walked us over to the sofa and laid me down. I wasn’t even sure when or how he had gotten a warm washcloth, but he started to clean me and then picked me back up and carried me to my bedroom. He sat me on the edge of the bed and quickly undressed himself before he grabbed my hands and pulled me back up. Reaching behind me, he expertly unclasped my bra and let it slide off my arms and onto the floor.
Then, taking my hand in his, he drew back the comforter and sheets and motioned for me to crawl in. He followed and, without a word, drew my back to his front. He kissed the back of my head and let out a low, contented sigh.
I squeezed my eyes shut and fought to keep my tears at bay. I wasn’t upset; they were tears of utter happiness. It was in that moment, while I lay in Hudson’s arms, that I knew the truth.
I was in love with him.
After just a few days of knowing this man, I had fallen in love, and I no longer wanted to fight it.
Hudson
A light clicking sound woke me, and I opened my eyes. For the briefest of moments, I wasn’t sure where I was. Then, I saw her. Greer was at the end of the bed, bending over as she slipped on a pair of jeans. I watched as she made her way over to her closet and then came out wearing a baby-blue sweater. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, and her cheeks were the most beautiful shade of pink I had ever seen. Her lips looked like they were still swollen from our kisses, and I liked knowing that I had something to do with the glow on her face.
I had woken up in the middle of the night to soft kisses on my chest. When I’d opened my eyes, Greer was peering up at me, a devilish smile on her face. She had gotten up to use the restroom and apparently was ready for round two. I’d pulled her onto me, and it didn’t take long for my dick to get onboard. She’d moved her body against mine in the most sensual way, and I’d had to use all of my control to keep from coming too soon. Knowing I was close, I’d pressed my thumb against her clit until she squeezed herself around my cock and threw me right into another mind-blowing orgasm.
Sex with Greer was so different. It was better. It meant more. It felt…right.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
She stopped moving and looked over at me. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”
I glanced over at the clock on the side table next to her bed. It was seven-fifteen.
Scrubbing my hand over my face, I sat up. “God, I never sleep in this late. You wore me out, Ms. Larson.”
Greer walked over to me and crawled halfway onto the bed. She leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. “You make it hard for me to resist you.”