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A ragged sigh escapes his lips. He grabs my hips demandingly, arching them towards his cock as he continues to play and tease my tits.

I want every stitch of clothes between us gone, flesh on flesh, absorbing and filling each other’s desires.

My panties are a mess, the physical manifestation of an animal need that grinds through me.

I wonder if he can smell me, feel my moisture and fire through my panties and his jeans.

My hips buck towards him, betraying my silent demand. He lowers his head between my legs, saying, “I want you to watch me get you off. Let me show you how amazing your fucking body is and how much you need me.”

“On the kitchen counter?” I ask, losing the battle with reason.

“On the kitchen counter.” His fingertips dig beneath the waistband of my panties, pulling the slippery fabric down my legs. He buries his nose in the drenched silk and lace, smelling my arousal, his eyes nearly black.

“Fuck, you smell like you’re mine. All mine.” He licks my panties, adding, “These belong to me now.”

“A souvenir?” I arch my eyebrow.

“A goddamned shrine to the sacred space I worship.” He pockets them without hesitation, his eyes ravenous, his cock tenting hard against his jeans.

“Don’t you want out of your wet clothes?” I whisper, eyeing his erection and desperate to see more of him.

“Not until after I’m tongue and knuckles deep in your pussy.”

My channel spasms, greedy and needy. I didn’t know a man could make me feel this desperate. He puts one leg over each shoulder.

“Oh, God,” I whimper, still processing that we’re doing this and frantic to ensure we don’t stop.

“Keep your eyes on me. Got it?”

A thousand shivers cover my flesh as his thick, warm tongue slides up my inner thigh, anticipation building. He alternates licking and lapping my flesh with demanding kisses, sucking me into his mouth and claiming me.

“Are you giving me hickeys?” I ask between fast-paced breaths.

“Fuck, yeah. I’m marking you as mine, Hadleigh. And when you see my lovebites on your thighs, I want you so turned on that you have to stroke your kitty in the bathroom, the bedroom, the kitchen … wherever the fuck you are while you think about me.”

I exhale sharply, head lolling back.

“Eyes on me,” he scolds. “I want you to watch me get you nice and juicy, creamed and ready to take this thick cock.”

“Oh, Hudson,” I whimper, forcing myself to watch even though I want to squeeze my eyes shut and devolve into pure feeling.

“Because I’m big, Hadleigh. And I’m pierced, so I need you wet and messy.”

“God,” I exclaim, cheeks glowing. “And I’m a virgin.”

His eyes dart to mine, incredulous. “A what?”

“A virgin,” I whisper. “Is that a problem?”

“Not for me, but do you really want me to be your first? I don’t want to rush you into?—”

“You wouldn’t be my first, Hudson,” I interrupt. “You would be my only.” I stare at him, waiting for the words to sink in and his countenance to betray alarm. I’ve had this conversation with men before. It never goes well.

But Hudson’s face doesn’t cloud with fear and doubt. His expression doesn’t harden and go cold. Instead, his eyes meet mine, his hand palming my cheek as he says emphatically, “Your first, your last, and your everything in between. That’s what I want, too, Hadleigh.”

I blink slowly. Did I hear him right? Warmth enflames my heart, like my chest is on fire. Never have I wanted another human being more, longing far beyond the mere physical. I need connection with him, profound, unshakeable, soul-binding.

His wicked fingertips slide up and down my outer thighs, leaving fiery trails of desire. “I’m clean. But I don’t have any condoms. I know you’re a virgin. But are you on birth control by chance?”

“No, but I’m clean.”

“I need your total honesty, Hadleigh. If I fuck you and put a baby in your belly, are you going to hate me?” he asks, lips gliding and sliding along my inner thigh. My body hums, my head so foggy I have to concentrate to understand his question.

“Are you going to be my man and take care of your responsibilities?” I ask. I don’t want to break the moment. But I am so over guys who want sex without the commitment, complications, or real potential of a baby.

“In forty-two years, no woman has ever made me feel the way you do. You have me, Hadleigh, for the long haul. I want every fucking thing with you. Waking up next to you in the morning, falling asleep with you at night. Living together, learning you inside and out, making you happier than you’ve ever dreamed of.

Being there for you when you need me … always .

And never letting you or our children down. ”

“Then, why did you call it fucking?” I ask, knitting my forehead.

He shrugs. “Old habit.”

“Old habits die here,” I say softly.

“You want me to make love to you, Hadleigh? Is that it?” Hudson asks, his voice dark and rich.

“I want you to claim me. Make me yours.”

His face flushes, warmth dancing in his gaze.

“And I don’t want you to be afraid of anything that comes with sex … even breeding. That’s why I’ve waited to have sex all these years. Because I want a man who can handle me and a family. Not some immature tool who hides behind condoms and runs at the first plus sign on a pregnancy test.”

“So, part of the turn-on of sex for you is breeding?” He growls, licking his lips.

“Some people call it a kink. I call it nature. I want kids, Hudson. I want a family. I don’t have time to fuck around with immature men who aren’t ready for that, no matter how sexy they may look or how well they can get me off.

And yes, I can’t think of anything that gets me hotter or wetter than the thought of you balls-deep breeding the hell out of me. ”

“Oh, fuck,” he chuckles, resting his head against the inside of my thick thigh and catching my gaze with his smoldering eyes. “Did you really just say that?”

I nod, pressing my lips firmly together to suppress the whimper that captures my throat. I want this man with every fiber of my being. But these are non-negotiables for me.

“God, Hadleigh, you were fucking made for me. I’ll try to hold back, play nice the first time.

But after that, all bets are off. I’m pounding that pussy of yours, filling you with my cum, and putting my baby in you.

Because there’s nothing I want more than you.

You . My sexy fucking kryptonite and, yes, babies. Lots of them.”

I moan, my pussy clenching. “God, Hudson. When you talk like that, it makes me so horny,” I confess, biting my lower lip.

“Good. I want you horny for my cum, Hadleigh. I want you to fucking crave it … be addicted to it and me .” My insides feel like melted wax, my pussy aching and throbbing for him.

His eyes turn adoringly to my pussy. “I love how you keep it shaven. So pretty, pink, and juicy. Perfect for my thick cock.” His hot, velvety tongue on my clit short-circuits all reason.

“Watch me,” he growls, splaying my pussy lips open with his pointer finger and thumb and unhooding my pearl.

His tongue bathes the nub in bliss, teasing it with the tip, dragging it dangerously over his teeth, and sucking it into his mouth with fast-moving, thrumming motions.

My head spins, breath coming in shaky, rapid, corresponding pulses.

“Hudson!” I scream, already wrecked by this man, hips straying greedily towards his mouth.

He blows on my swollen pearl, wresting a surprised gasp from me. “God, Hadleigh, you’re my new favorite fucking flavor. I could spend all night eating you out, and it would never be enough.”

He licks my folds from ass to clit, and I see stars. He buries his tongue in my pussy as I squirm and pant, so close to exploding, I don’t know what to do.

Do I hold back, squeezing my muscles? Should I let go and see what happens?

Returning his attention to my clit, his left-hand finger slides back and forth through my folds, penetrating me a little deeper with each pass until his finger finds the rough spot at the front of my pussy.

“Come for me,” Hudson growls, deciding for me.

I relax into him, melting as he strokes me thoroughly and demandingly. I ride his face and hand unrepentantly, opening up to him, surrendering everything until I drench his beard and palm, and he screams my name, body quaking.