4. Hudson
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HUDSON
I groaned, stretching my tired body from a restless night’s sleep. I spent all night thinking of Mila and how good it felt to have her as my fake fiancée. It seemed like we were a real couple and it felt nice. This is how a relationship should feel like. Mila was hot as hell, and I was lucky to have this amazing woman on my arm. I could see all the men stare at her with lust, making me rage with jealousy. I wasn’t going to have anyone take what was mine, even if she technically wasn’t.
I thought of all the ways I could please her if I could only have one chance with her—which won’t ever happen. I’d love to know how she tasted all over. I’m sure she’d be so sweet, just like she looked. I wondered if she liked to be fucked rough, what she’s tried before. Thinking of Mila fucking and sucking the dicks of other guys made my jaw clench and blood boil. Why was I getting upset? It’s not like Mila was mine to claim or to have to begin with. This was all a charade for this vacation.
When she tripped last night and I caught her, I was so close to kissing her. It took all of my strength to resist. I saw the way she looked at me. It was as if she wanted it, too, but I needed to be the mature adult and not overstep boundaries. This was all fake for my ex’s wedding—a wedding I shouldn’t have attended and was shocked as hell to be invited in the first place.
I got up, running my hand through my hair. I needed to clear my thoughts. I wondered if Mila was still sleeping. The bedroom door was closed, so I wasn’t sure if she was still sleeping in bed.
I needed to clear my head of all the filthy thoughts I had of Mila, so I stepped onto the balcony, enjoying the view of the clear, blue skies, lush greenery and palm trees, and the crystal blue ocean. I held onto the railing, took a deep breath in, then sighed. We were in paradise and I couldn’t fully enjoy it when all my thoughts went back to fantasies of Mila naked and underneath me.
The balcony connected to the master bedroom. She must have gone outside earlier, since the balcony door leading to the master bedroom was open. I grabbed the door handle to close the balcony door, but stilled when I heard a sound. Was Mila okay?
I entered the bedroom instead, noticing that Mila wasn’t in bed. The sound of the shower was coming from the en suite with the door slightly opened. I moved closer to the bathroom door, my eyes widening as I heard Mila moaning, my cock twitching at her sensual sound.
“Hudson!” she cried out my name, my eyes widening in shock. She was thinking about me as she got herself off.
Hudson, you need to leave. But I didn’t budge, unable to resist the urge to find out how she looked as she cried out in pleasure. I took a peek inside the bathroom and watched as Mila fucked herself with her fingers, her body slick from the water streaming down her curvaceous body. Fuck, she was gorgeous—better than I imagined.
My cock instantly hardened and all rational thoughts I had left my mind, my resolve crumbling. I wanted her and needed to claim her as mine. Without hesitation, I stepped inside the steamed room, forgetting all thoughts of who Mila was to me and how wrong this was.
“You need some help with that, Mila?” I asked, pushing my pajama pants and boxers down my legs.
Her eyes snapped open, her eyes locking with mine as a smirk played on her lips. I knew she wanted this as much as I did. I slowly stroked my cock, waiting for her response. Her eyes lowered to my erection, watching my hand as she licked her lips. Her eyes met mine again, then she crooked her finger, gesturing for me to join her.
“Yes, I could definitely use your help.”
I gave her a sly grin and stepped into the shower, joining her under the hot, running water.
“You’re gorgeous, angel.” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then cupped her jaw.
“Thank you,” she said softly, blushing adorably. “You’re not so bad yourself—a sexy silver fox.” Her blush deepened at her admission.
“Oh really?” I cocked a brow, then my hand moved to the back of her head, gripping on a fistful of hair while my other arm snaked around her waist.
I crushed my lips on her full, pouty lips before she could respond, electricity rushing through my body. My cock twitched against her belly as I pressed my body against hers. She wrapped her arms around my waist, her round, perky tits pressed against my chest.
She felt perfect in my arms, like she was made for me. My tongue licked the seam of her lips before I took her bottom lip between my teeth and tugged on it. She moaned, parting her lips. I took it as my invitation for my tongue to enter her mouth. My tongue slipped between her lips, curling and twisting with hers. I tilted her head to the side, deepening the kiss, making her moan again.
Her sensual sounds had my cock throbbing, aching to find out how tight her pussy was. My hands traveled down her curves to her plump ass, cupping and squeezing a handful. She ran her hands up my arms and circled around my neck, pulling me down to her.
I kissed along her jawline to her ear, tugging her earlobe between my teeth, hearing her gasp.
“Tell me to stop. That we shouldn’t be doing this,” I said lowly.
She tilted her head to the side, giving me more access as I trailed kisses down the curve of her neck, sucking on her skin where her shoulder and neck met, marking her as mine. I wanted every man on this island to know who Mila belonged to.
“No, I want this…I want you, Hudson,” she said, her words breathy.
I hissed as her soft hand wrapped around my hard length, stroking it.
I pushed her against the wall, my hands cupping her tits. I lowered, capturing her breast in my mouth, my tongue lapping around her nipple before I suckled it. She mewled, arching her back off the wall. I squeezed her other breast while my tongue continued to flick her nipple. I bit on her sharp tip, tugging it between my teeth. She yelped then moaned. Without neglecting her other breast, I switched sides, paying the same attention with licking, flicking, and sucking her tit.
The sounds she made echoed off the shower walls, my cock aching to be inside her. I wanted to please her first with my mouth and tongue before making her scream my name with my cock buried deep inside this pretty pussy.
I lowered to my knees, spreading her legs. My head tilted back to look up at her. She was gorgeous and I couldn’t wait to taste her. I leaned in, my tongue licking up her slit and finally tasting her honey. I was in heaven. She tasted delicious and I knew I was a goner. I was addicted already.
She squirmed, her hands running through my hair, pressing my face into her pussy. She liked it. My tongue weaved between her folds, licking up and down her pussy. I brought one of her legs over my shoulder, then my fingers spread her puffy folds, exposing her swollen clit. My mouth latched on, sucking on it. She bucked her hips forward, moaning loudly, gripping fistfuls of my hair. A low growl rumbled in my chest.
I flicked her clit with short strokes, bringing my fingers to her entrance and sliding a thick finger into her tight pussy. Her pussy walls swallowed my finger, clenching around it. I thrusted my finger, my mouth and tongue still assaulting her clit. Then I added another finger, sliding in and out, moving faster.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good,” she moaned.
I hummed, the sound vibrating from my mouth against her pussy.
Mila was panting, her erotic sounds getting louder. Her walls were throbbing, getting tighter around my fingers. I knew she was close to reaching her first orgasm with me.
“Come for me, angel,” I growled, lifting away from her pussy briefly before covering her clit with my mouth, sucking hard.
She cried out, her eyes closed as she arched her back, her body jerking. She loosened her grip in my hair, and I pulled my fingers out. It was coated with her cum. I stood up, wrapping my lips around my fingers, sucking them clean.
“So fucking tasty…so fucking sweet,” I groaned, pressing my lips on hers in a heated kiss. My tongue tangled with hers, giving her a taste of herself.
Mila pushed onto my chest then spun us around, having me leaning against the tiled wall. Before I knew it, she was going down on her knees, looking up at me through her lashes. God, she looked sexy.
Her dainty hands wrapped around my cock, stroking the entire length as pre-cum beaded on the tip. She leaned forward, swiping it with her tongue before licking up and down my cock. Her silky tongue felt good on my length. When she reached the tip, her tongue lapped around the bulb before wrapping those full, pouty lips around it. She lowered, taking in as much of my cock in her mouth.
“You look so fucking sexy with my cock stuffed in that pretty little mouth of yours.” My hands raked through her dark, wet strands, pushing her head down to take me a little deeper.
“That’s it, baby, take me deeper. Just like that,” I praised.
She opened her throat, taking more of me.
“ Fuuuck ,” I groaned, my eyes rolling back as the tip of my cock touched the back of her throat.
Her head bobbed up and down, her hand stroking the base in tandem with her mouth. She knew how to give head real good, and I couldn’t wait for her to do it again. What are you thinking? There is no ‘again.’ This shouldn’t be happening in the first place.
I grunted, holding her head still, punching my hips forward as my cock throbbed. I started thrusting, fucking her mouth as tears fell down her face, drool escaping the corners of her mouth. Her hands rested on my thighs, her nails digging into my wet skin when my cock slid into her mouth deeper. I hissed at the sting from her nails.
Pleasure was building in my core, my cock swelling and making it a tighter fit in her mouth. My heart rate sped up, breathing increased.
“I’m going to come,” I groaned. “I want you to swallow every drop of my cum, do you understand, angel?”
She moaned, unable to make any coherent words or nod her head. I drove into her mouth one last time and stilled, releasing rope after rope of cum down the back of her throat. She swallowed, the sensation feeling amazing around my cock, making me growl. I pulled out of her mouth slowly, then assisted her up.
Mila smirked, opening her mouth, showing me how much of a good girl she was.
“Such a good girl, swallowing my cum,” I praised, cupping her jaw.
My cock was at half-mast and I wasn’t done with her yet. I needed another taste of her before I’d fuck that tight pussy of hers.
I kneeled down again with a sly grin on my face. “I’m not done with you yet, angel. Open your legs and let Daddy take care of your pussy with my mouth again before I bury my big, thick cock deep inside.”