12. Hudson
12
HUDSON
T his woman was so fucking sexy and knew how to please me. I loved how she followed instructions and swallowed every drop of my cum. She was such a good girl. My very good dirty girl. What was I thinking? She’s not mine after tomorrow night. When she did her private strip tease for me, I thought I’d come in my pants right then and there like a teenage boy watching porn for the first time. She looked at me as if I was the only man in the world for her. I wished I was.
I pulled her toward me, hooking my fingers under the waistband of her thong then pulled it down, letting it drop to the floor. She stepped out of them and I helped her onto the couch. My hands ran up the back of her thighs, cupping her ass and squeezing, then guided her until her pussy was over my mouth.
I smelled her arousal, my cock stirring back to life again. This gorgeous vixen was the only one who could get me hard soon after coming despite my age. Mila’s pussy was dripping wet and I licked my lips before licking up her slick slit, relishing in her sweet taste.
“Oh, Hudson,” she mewled, her sensual sounds ingrained in my head.
I wanted to be the only one to hear her call my name and see her like this.
My tongue lapped around her pussy, trying to get into every crevice of my delicious treat. I grabbed her hips, keeping her still, her moans getting louder. My mouth clamped around her pussy, sucking her off. I found her sensitive nub and flicked it with quick, short strokes before sucking on her clit. I devoured her like it was my last meal on Earth.
“I’m going to come, baby,” she whimpered, her hands fisting my hair.
I growled, the sound vibrating onto her pussy, then she came all over my tongue. I lapped up every single drop of it.
As she came down her high, I assisted her until she was straddling me, my cock hard and aching and nestled between her folds.
“I need to fuck you, baby,” I gritted.
“Take me. I’m yours,” she said.
I slammed my mouth on hers, giving her a taste of her juices that were still on my tongue. Our tongues curled around one another. I gripped a fistful of her hair at the back of her head and jerked her head to the side, my tongue sliding further in her mouth. I deepened the kiss, my cock throbbing and needing to fuck her.
She rose on her knees, taking my cock and lining the tip at her entrance, our mouths still locked in our heated kiss. She lowered down slowly, taking every inch of me until she bottomed out. We both inhaled sharply, her tight pussy hugging my cock, feeling so good. I gripped her ass, then stood up, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms circled around my neck. I rounded the couch and placed her on the arm rest.
I crushed my lips on hers, our tongues moving and fighting for dominance. I pulled my hips back before driving into her in one long stroke, bottoming out. Her chocolate brown eyes were hazed with lust and desire. I released our kiss, pushing her down until her head was laying on the couch cushions. At the angle she was in, I could go deeper. I hooked my arms under her knees, holding her as I thrusted my hips, slamming into her, our slick skin slapping.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good,” Mila whimpered. Hearing her moans and whimpers gave me the fuel to fuck her harder. I wanted to hear more from her, to hear my name fall from her lips.
“Who’s cock does this pussy only take, angel?” I grunted.
“Yours. Only your cock, Daddy,” she moaned, holding her tits and pinching her nipples.
“That’s right, little girl. Mine,” I growled, feeling possessive over her.
Her pussy clenched around my throbbing length, getting close to orgasming again.
“I’m coming,” she moaned, reaching out for the couch cushions and gripping it tightly, the whites of her knuckles showing.
Then she detonated, crying out. “Daddy!” Her pussy walls gripped my cock in a vice, her body shuddering as she came all over my cock. Every time I hear her call me Daddy , my cock throbbed, ready to spill my cum inside her. I wasn’t ready to come yet, though. I wanted to make it last.
“Come all over Daddy’s cock, baby,” I growled.
I continued to punch my hips, driving into her hard as she rode out her orgasm, her face twisting in pleasure as she rode wave after wave. As she came down from her high, I pulled out and helped her up and turned her around.
“Bend down, angel,” I ordered, and she followed my instructions like my good little girl.
I pushed her head down toward the couch cushions, then dragged my hand down her spine until I reached her ass. I lifted my hand and spanked her ass cheek, the loud cracking sound echoing in the room. I rubbed that spot, soothing the sting before slapping her ass again. I looked down at her pussy and it was glistening. I repeated the same thing to her other ass cheek, making both sides a dark pink, branding her with my hand prints.
I wanted men to know that I claimed her, that Mila was mine, even if it ends tonight. Thinking of other men having their hands on her and their dicks wet with her cum made my blood boil.
I stroked my cock, gazing at this goddess, then lined up my tip at her entrance, driving in one long stroke. She gasped as my cock filled her tight pussy once again. No matter how many times we’ve fucked, she was always tight. I pulled back and her pussy felt like it was sucking me back in, greedy for more.
I punched my hips forward and thrusted, pounding into her hard and deep. I wanted to stay buried in this perfect pussy for all the days in my life. She was perfect, but I couldn’t have her anymore. I needed to give her up when we returned home tomorrow.
I fucked her rough and raw, imprinting this moment in my mind. I wanted Mila to remember this moment, who fucked her like there was no tomorrow—in our case, there wouldn’t be soon enough.
I groaned, slamming into her, our slick skin slapping, her moans getting louder. I gripped her hips, digging my fingers into her skin. I’m sure she’ll get a bruise there later.
“Fuck,” I grunted, fucking her like an animal, my hips thrusting at piston speed. This felt so primal, and I wanted to claim her as mine.
Her hands gripped the couch cushions tightly, the whites of my knuckles showing.
I slapped her ass again and she yelped, her pussy getting wetter, then did it again.
“Oh my God! I’m coming!” she cried out.
“Come for me, baby,” I growled. “Milk my cock.”
Her pussy clamped down on my throbbing cock and she exploded with her release, crying out my name.
“That’s it,” I groaned. “Grip my cock.”
I thrusted erratically, chasing my orgasm. I couldn’t hold out much longer, ready to explode. Pleasure grew in my core as I reached my climax. I tilted my hips, driving into her once…twice…and slammed into her one last time, spurting my cum all over her pussy walls, mixing with her cum.
I stayed buried inside her for a minute, both of us trying to catch our breaths, then I pulled out and assisted her up, gathering her in my arms. I scooped her up and walked us over to our bed, placing her on the mattress gently. Going to the bathroom, I got a damp cloth then returned to my girl, cleaning us both up before slipping under the covers. I wrapped my arms around her and we cuddled.
“You’re so beautiful and so perfect,” I said, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. I heard her breathing even out and saw she fell asleep. “Sweet dreams, my angel.”
I held her close, knowing that after tomorrow night it’s back to reality, and we’d never get this moment again.