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And then she slips down. One. Fucking. Glorious. Inch. At. A. Time.

“Oh my god.” The words are a cross between a gasp and a moan as I bottom out. “Hudson.”

“Right here, baby. Keep looking at me.” I thrust up, just a little, testing out how it feels on the new hip. I’ve done a lot in physical therapy but my cock lodged between this beautiful woman’s legs wasn’t part of any of those exercises.

This feels fine, though.

Well, it feels amazing, and also, the hip doesn’t feel like it will give me any trouble.

“What do you like, princess?”

Her eyes pin me in place. “I like you, Hudson.”

“I like you too.” Sweat beads on my forehead, my control already beginning to erode. “But right now I need to know how to get you off.”

“It’s been so long since I had an orgasm, I don’t even know.”

We stare at each other and a million emotions run through my mind—rage at the asshole ex, need to break that streak…but it’s a slender thread of humor that has me saying, “Then I guess the first one should be quick.” I roll my hips up, and she settles more firmly against my groin.

“The…first?” She seems startled for a second.

“You didn’t think there would be just one, did you?” I slide my hands up her sides, move across her breasts, and then tug her torso down as I stroke into her. “Kiss me, princess.”

And she does.

Like a woman starved.

For affection.

For an orgasm.

For me.

I recognize her hunger because I’m starving too. I just never knew it was this particular woman I was hungry for.

She grinds against me as we kiss, her pussy clenching and fluttering.

She’s already close.

And I am too.

“How does that feel, princess? You want harder, faster?—?”

Suddenly she squeezes her eyes shut, her fingernails digging into my skin as her mouth falls open.

“Hudson! There—please…oh shit… don’t stop!”

A tornado ripping through the house wouldn’t have stopped me from finishing her off. I thrust and grunt, my balls tightening, instinct taking over. She screams my name, at least two or three more times, and it’s the most beautiful sound in the world.

My woman, coming apart for me.

Her pussy milks my cock as I shatter, her body rocking over mine—the two of us completely intertwined. I don’t know where I stop and she starts, and I don’t care. She can take all of me. Anything. Everything.

Fuck.

I’m done for.

Unless and until she asks to leave, she’s fucking mine.