Page 163 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“Perfect,” I say.
“Good.” And then he spanks me again before taking his cock out of his briefs and positioning it at my entrance. “You wet?”
“Drenched,” I answer.
He rubs the tip of his cock over my arousal and growls when he finds out I wasn’t lying.
“Such a good girl,” he says as he spanks me again.
“Mmmmmm,” I moan as my breath starts to hitch in my chest. “Again.”
“That’s my girl,” he says as he spanks me one more time and slips his cock inside, in one solid thrust, feeling the way I contract from his hand to my ass. “Christ, this cunt.” He grips my hips and digs his fingers into my ass as he leisurely pumps into me. “So tight. So perfect.”
He slams in hard, then pulls out slow.
“I want to wreck you,” he says, pulling out and slamming in again. “Destroy you.” Slam, hitting me in that spot that will make me reach my orgasm faster. “Make you worthless to any other man.” He thrusts so hard, the chair beneath my hands shifts.
I’m already worthless for other men.
Hudson pounds into me over and over again, making me so full that I can’t do anything other than feel his cock slide in and out of me, pulsing, thrusting. It feels so good. So freaking good that every nerve ending in my body is shot, racing to the end goal, to the point of no return, where I break out into an acute sweat and the feeling of sweet bliss surges through me.
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, Hudson. More. Harder.”
He spanks my ass again, eliciting a long moan from my lips. “Oh God. Again.”
He listens so well, spanking me over and over until I’m crying out his name, my orgasm on the verge.
“I’m there. Oh God.”
“Come on my cock,” he roars, his hand finding my ass one last time before I tip over the edge and start convulsing around him while white-hot pleasure rips through me, nearly making my vision go black.
He pulls out of me and turns me around, where he sits me down to the chair. His hand rocking over his cock, he moves in close. “Suck me off.”
Still in a daze, I bring my mouth to his tip and open wide, letting him thrust to the back of my throat.
“Jesus fuck,” he roars as he holds my head and he does it again. I gag this time, and he loves it. He pulls out, giving me a second to breathe before he thrusts again and again and again. “So close. So goddamn close.”
I take his balls in my hand and start massaging them as I watch his eyes roll in pleasure while I suck him in one more time before he stills, body trembling, and then he’s coming in my mouth, groaning out in pleasure.
He pulls out and strokes his cock, letting the rest of his cum land on my breasts.
Once he’s done, he lets out a deep breath.
“Go get in bed. I’m not done with you.”
Excitement pulses through me because that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.Because I’m not done with you either, Husband.
Chapter Twenty-Four
HUDSON
“Hudson, put your phone down,” Sloane says, her hand moving up my chest as we lie in bed.
“I’m just checking to see if Hardy has found anything.”
“You’ll hear your phone if he has. Just…just relax for a moment. You’re going to drive yourself insane waiting.”
I set my phone down and blow out a frustrated breath. “Sorry. I’m just on edge.”
