He chuckled then grabbed her hips, aligned his cock with her pussy from behind and shoved into her to the hilt.
Tia screamed his name, as she gripped the sheets, and held on for the ride.
“Oh, Hudson. Oh, my God, never felt like this. I’ve never allowed a man this close to me, to spank me, touch me, and say the things you’ve said.”
Smack, smack, smack.
She gasped.
“Good. I don’t want to hear about any other men touching you, spanking you, or fucking you.” He thrust into her hard and she shoved back.
It suddenly turned into a challenge of who could thrust harder and deeper.
Hudson won.
She was moaning. Hudson was grunting and gripping her ass cheeks and her hips with every stroke of his cock.
Their bodies slapped together, and then he used his finger to swipe some of her cream over her anus and he pushed his finger into her forbidden hole.
Tia Rose screamed her release. Her body shook and shook until Hudson pulled his finger from her ass, smacked her ass three more times, and then grabbed her hips and held his cock inside of her. She felt the gush of hot semen flood her pussy. She relished in making him feel as wild as she felt. Tia Rose panted for breath as Hudson hugged her from behind.
He brushed the damp hair from her cheeks.
“You are perfect. And now we have more hours to play.” He kissed her everywhere his mouth could reach and she lost the ability to stay upright, and fell to the bed.
He chuckled and the move parted their bodies, but she remained flat down on the bed.
Hudson massaged her ass.
“You have a beautiful ass, Tia Rose. Really beautiful.” He caressed both cheeks and trailed his finger up and down the crack. She jerked and rolled to her back, pulling the covers up to cover her. But Hudson wouldn’t have it.
“Come on. Let’s order room service, shower, and then fool around some more. I want to take advantage of our day together.”
He leaned down and kissed her, then rolled to the side of the bed and offered her his hand.
What the hell? You can only live once, Tia Rose.
She took his hand and he lifted her up and carried her across the room, stamping her heart with adoration for Hudson that would never disappear, no matter how many miles stood between them.
Chapter 6
Jagger walked into the hotel room in Paris at eleven in the evening. He was suffering from some major jet lag, and took a quick shower before getting into bed. He wasn’t certain which room his brother had chosen to sleep in, but he didn’t care. He was utterly exhausted.
He pulled the covers over him and he practically fell asleep the minute his head hit the pillow. He had no idea where Hudson was, but the man should be back soon. He wondered if he had remembered his surprise. He curled his lips as sleep overtook him.
* * * *
Tia Rose straightened out her dress and tried to calm her breathing. She had finally convinced Hudson to let her leave, go shower and change, and handle some business at her hotel. He said he had some things to do to, but insisted upon meeting her again. She wasn’t so sure it was a good idea. He seemed so perfect, and a perfect man couldn’t possibly be interested in maintaining a relationship with her. But with those negative thoughts that she knew stemmed from being hurt all her life, she remembered his actions.
The man catered to her at every moment. He doted on her every word, and actually listened to her as she spoke about her opinions on art, furniture, and today’s society. He seemed to always want to be next to her, to touch her and caress her skin. That was what affected her most. Never had anyone, not even her own mother or father, give her that kind of love. But it wasn’t love. This was lust, plain and simple. The sex was out of this world. She would never have sex like this again in her life, and she knew that. It was the part that sucked about leaving Hudson and Paris behind. This was a time to let loose, be free, and not worry about the consequences.
The phone calls from her father asking for money that was a day late, had really hit her hard. Hudson thought that the call she took was business related. And although he tried to pry for information, she was silent. He knew she was upset. That had led to another round of lovemaking, that time slow and deep.
She analyzed nearly every move or comment of his from yesterday. Could the man be that good of a liar? Could he really not like her body, her personality, and looks, and just be saying that he did for sex?
I love how good you feel in my arms. The way my hands look holding your ass and hips while I fuck you from behind. You have such gorgeous skin, Tia Rose, and your scent is addicting.
His words brought shivers to her body. His description of her parts, though in her eyes imperfect, made her heart swoon and her mind wander to the possibilities. But her insecurities, the lack of ever having such compliments, made her heed caution. Could he be lying?