15. Mila
15
MILA
H udson’s here. I couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t responded to my texts or made any type of contact with me for the last three days, but suddenly showed up to my door and kissed me. I missed him so much, his kiss sent a surge of electrical energy through my nerves. His touch had my body on fire and aching for more from him. I led him to the couch, it reminded me of when we fucked in the living room of our hotel suite. That was an incredible night.
I grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. My hands ran down his chest, refamiliarizing myself with his body, as if I haven’t seen him in months. His body was sculpted to perfection, my fingers following the grooves of his muscles as it flexed under my touch.
He pulled my cropped tank top off of me, exposing my bare breasts. My nipples hardened as soon as the cool air from the room swept over them. He grabbed my tits, kneading them.
“I missed these perfect tits,” he growled, then pulled one of my nipples in his mouth, suckling and teasing it with his tongue.
I moaned, my fingers raking through his salt-and-pepper hair. He moved onto my other breast, giving it the same attention, his tongue circling around my nipple before he sucked on the sharp tip. He flicked each of my nipples with the tip of his tongue with short strokes, then tugged it between his teeth, the pinching sensation went straight to my clit. My pussy throbbed, arousal flooding my panties, making me gasp.
His hand lowered to the waistband of my pants, slipping underneath it and my underwear until he was stroking my slick sex.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, angel.” His voice was low and raspy, mischief filling his eyes.
“I need you, baby. I want your big cock inside me,” I whimpered, closing my eyes as his hand rubbed my pussy, spreading the slickness all over.
I kicked off my shoes before he pulled my pants and panties down and off my legs.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so gorgeous,” he purred.
I blushed at his compliment. My hands reached the waistband of his pants, undoing them and pulling them down and off his legs, along with his boxer briefs. His erection pointed straight at me, twitching and ready for my mouth and pussy to devour his entire length. I licked my lips then bit my bottom lip, gazing into his eyes that were hazed with lust.
He guided me to the couch, having me sit down. He kneeled down between my legs, licking his lips as he stared at my dripping wet pussy. He leaned in, inhaling a deep breath before licking up my slit.
I gasped, my hips squirmed. He pushed my inner thighs apart, spreading me wider, then holding me down as he continued to lick my pussy. I pulled my knees toward me, holding onto them as his tongue weaved through my folds. He found my clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, giving it short, quick flicks. A surge of energy buzzed from my clit to my core as he licked and sucked my swollen bud, his skilled mouth increased the pleasure building inside me.
“Oh God! So good,” I moaned. “I’m coming.”
He slid a finger inside my pussy, pumping in and out before adding another finger and stretching me out. I moaned, the sensual sounds getting louder. My heartbeat sped up, my breathing increased.
He sucked my clit, and I exploded all over his tongue with wave after wave of my orgasm ripping through me, my body shuddering with my release. He pulled out his fingers, lapping up all my cum before sucking his fingers dry. His swollen lips and scruff were glistening with my juices, a smirk lifting across his lips. God, he looked so sexy.
“Delicious. My favorite treat,” he said, assisting me up after he stood.
I immediately went down on my knees, looking up at him through my lashes. He looked down at me, cupping my jaw and caressing my cheek with his thumb. I wrapped my hands around his stiff length, stroking it slowly from base to tip, watching pre-cum leak from the slit. I leaned forward, lapping off the pre-cum with my tongue, the saltiness hitting my taste buds.
My tongue circled around the bulbous head, then I licked up and down his length, his musty scent that was him filled my nose. He groaned, his hand running through my hair. When I reached the tip, I wrapped my lips around it and lowered, taking in as much of his thick and long cock as I could.
“Fuuck,” he groaned. “You look so sexy having my cock stuffed in this pretty little mouth of yours.”
My eyes flicked up, watching his face twist in pleasure as I bobbed up and down his length. Every time I went down, I took more of his cock in my mouth until his tip touched the back of my throat. He held me in place as I deep throated him, gagging on his cock as tears pricked my eyes. Then he loosened his grip, guiding me off of him to catch my breath.
My hands worked his cock in tandem with my mouth, spreading my saliva all over his throbbing length. I could tell he was getting ready to climax soon. He was panting, his cock swelling inside my mouth making for a tighter fit, and his moans were getting louder.
“I’m going to come,” he grunted.
I worked his cock faster with my mouth and hands, then he held my head still, his hips thrusting a couple times before he stilled. His cock was deep in my throat, spurting ropes of cum down it. Like the good girl I am for him, I swallowed every drop of the milky liquid. He pulled out, his cock still hard.
Hudson brushed his thumb across my bottom lip, a sly grin across his face.
“So beautiful,” he growled, then he assisted me up and back onto the couch.
I laid down and he hovered over me, our lips locked in a kiss that soon turned fervent. His tongue slid into my mouth, curling around mine as he deepened the kiss. He settled between my legs, pushing my thighs out, one of my legs hooked over the back of the couch, spreading me wider.
He lined up his cock at my entrance then pushed his tip in, inching inside until he reached the hilt. His cock stretched me so good, filling me up, making me inhale a sharp breath.
“So fucking tight,” he growled.
I tilted my hips up and he started to move, thrusting his hips at a steady pace.
“You feel so good, baby,” I whimpered.
He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he lifted it up, his cock hitting me deeper. I moaned, grabbing my tits and tugging on my hard nipples, the pleasure shooting from my breasts straight to my throbbing clit.
Hudson’s chest glistened and his forehead beaded with sweat, grunting with every thrust. The sounds of our slick skin slapping mixed with our sensual sounds filled the air, along with the musky aroma of sex.
Pleasure swirled in my core, getting me closer to reaching my peak. He moved my legs, bringing them onto his chest, my ankles on his shoulders. My pussy tightened around his cock, this position felt so different but so good.
“I’m coming,” I cried out, the pleasure inside was brimming at the point of explosion and I couldn’t hold out any longer.
His hand lowered to my pussy, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it vigorously. I was panting, my heart rate quickened, and my pussy clenched around his cock, holding him in a vice grip. Then I detonated, crying out his name, throwing my head back as my back arched off the couch.
My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, crashing through my body as I shuddered underneath him. His hips continued to move, his cock pumping in and out as I rode out my orgasm. He was getting close to reaching his climax, his face twisted in pleasure, his cock swelling inside me, making it a tighter fit.
“Fuck, I coming,” he grunted, then he punched his hips forward once, twice, then slammed into me and stilled.
His cock jerked inside me with his release. Rope after rope of cum spilled inside me, mixing with mine. Hudson’s sweat-veiled body collapsed on top of me, both of us trying to catch our breaths.
“Hey Mila—” My dad’s voice came from the front door. “What the fuck!” His voice boomed in my home, both Hudson and I scrambled up.
I grabbed the throw blanket on the couch and covered both Hudson and I.
“Hudson?!” Dad yelled out, his eyes focused on Hudson with daggers in his eyes.
I stared at my father, his eyes were wide, face red as a tomato.
“You should have knocked, Dad,” I said.
“ Kaninong ari-arian ka nakatira (Whose property do you live on?) Ikaw ay nakatira sa aking bahay sa akin ari-arian (You live in my house on my property),” Dad gritted, then he turned to Hudson. When my dad’s angry, he tends to speak in Tagalog, being able to get more of what he wants to say out of his mouth.
“You should be ashamed of yourself,” my dad sneered, glaring at his best friend, his voice lowering to a deadly tone. “Taking advantage of my sweet daughter?—”
“Dad!” I yelled.
“Hudson took advantage of you, Mila. He’s twice your age and shouldn’t be hooking up with you.” Dad’s voice was stern and I wasn’t going to back down.
“It’s not like that,” I snapped. “Hudson and I like each other. I wanted this to happen. He didn’t coerce me to do anything.”
“Hudson’s a grown adult. He should know better than to fuck someone that he considers as his niece. Open your eyes, Mila. Hudson doesn’t like you like you think he does.” Dad stood there, looking at me then Hudson and back at me, shaking his head in disappointment.
I looked at Hudson and he frowned.
“Your dad’s right,” he said, shocking me. “This shouldn’t have happened.”
“What?!” I clenched my jaw, my blood boiling. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Hudson came here to see me, told me that he missed me, and now said it was a mistake? What the fuck!
I glowered at Hudson and he looked away, unable to meet my gaze. Then I turned my head to look at my dad, my gaze narrowed on him, intense.
Dad huffed. “I need to go and cool down…this is all too much. I need time before I talk to either of you again.” Then my father turned on his heel, walking out, slamming the door behind him, the walls shaking.
I turned to Hudson, who got up from the couch, then started to get dressed. I gripped the blanket tightly, the whites of my knuckles showing. My eyes fixated on him, scowling and feeling like I was about to explode with the anger boiling inside me.
“Why did you let my dad talk to us like that? You just sat here taking it in,” I gritted.
“Mila, this was wrong. We shouldn’t have done anything…I shouldn’t have come to see you today.” I could see the conflicted expression in Hudson’s face.
“I thought that I meant something to you.” My voice cracked, a bundle of emotions rising inside me, blinking back tears.