te pleasure. Your body is exceptional, and like a woman with strength, conviction, desire, and confidence from an era, that fills my fantasy. You turn me on.” He thrust his hips against her mound, and she felt his thick, long cock.
She stared at him, the sincerity in his eyes, and the seriousness in his face.
I could fulfill this God’s fantasy?
Then his eyes grew almost darker, as she slowly released her dress. The dress fell to the rug, and Hudson stared at her in awe and admiration.
She thought she would pass out in excitement when he fell to his knees before her.
His hands moved swiftly over her skin, to the waist of her panties. Now she was silently thanking the dressmaker who insisted she get the fancy lingerie. He caressed them down her body, then leaned forward and kissed her belly. Thank God she had gotten the waxing, too.
He kissed her right where that unmanageable swell of her tummy stood out slightly over her groin. Then he looked up at her.
“I have particular tastes, Tia Rose. A man used to being in charge and getting whatever it is I want. I want you. Sit on the bed, spread your thighs, and offer me your pussy.”
Oh. My. God!
* * * *
Hudson could tell that Tia Rose was self-conscious, but he didn’t know why. She was solid, she was curvy in every place it mattered, and she fit him perfectly. As she stared at him a moment after his statement, he wondered if she would run like hell.
He caressed her inner thighs slowly, and as she licked her lips and released an unsteady breath, she widened her thighs.
He was utterly thrilled at the sight.
“You’re beautiful everywhere. Especially here.” He caressed a finger against her glistening, wet folds. She shook and reached for his wrist and tried to close her legs.
“No.” His word was firm and she immediately halted. He held her gaze. Her face, like that of an angel, stared at him. Her green eyes sparkled, she licked her lips, and he felt the cream drip from her pussy.
She was turned on. He raised his eyebrow at her and she lowered her chin to her chest.
“Show me what is mine tonight. Offer me everything and nothing less, Tia Rose.”
Slowly she parted her thighs, placed her hands to the side, and he moved in for a taste of her cream.
Her head fell back, her breasts, still confined by the sexy lace bra, tilted forward. He wanted to see more of her.
He was utterly thrilled to feel her tight little cunt suck his fingers in. He stroked her gently, but all he wanted to do was shove his dick into her and fuck her until she was completely satiated. He shook the possessive, wild thoughts from his mind and focused on Tia Rose’s needs.
She was sweet, she was shy, and she was perfect.
“You’re so wet, baby. You like the way this feels?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied instantly.
“Take off your bra. I want you naked.”
She looked at him and he stroked her cunt a little faster. She opened her mouth to moan and then thrust against his digits. He leaned forward and nipped her pussy.
She arched and thrust forward.
“You are so sexy and you feel so tight, baby. I want to be sure you’re slick and wet for me. I’m a big man.”
She reached back and began to undo her bra, and a hunger like no other began to emerge.
He curled a finger, finding that special spot, deep within her. She panted, and moaned, as he applied more pressure.
“Oh, Hudson. What is that—”