It was quite possible. She had sex with Salvador and he basically tried to say she was beautiful and then after a month of dating, started talking to her about nutrition and diets. Fucker!
She did watch what she ate. It didn’t matter. She was a solid woman. She had large breasts, hips, and ass, and that was it. She didn’t have any flab hanging. She was tight. Salvador never made her feel anything but imperfect. Hudson made her feel gorgeous, sexy, and intoxicating. She allowed him to do things to her in one night that she never would have allowed a stranger to do. His commanding ways aroused her. To be restrained during sex had erupted something wild and rejuvenating in her. She was a new woman.
As she thought about her father’s threats, and the way he called her a fat, worthless bitch, she decided to take Hudson up on his offer of meeting again tonight. Maybe she was being stupid. Perhaps she would leave Paris with a broken heart and a guilty conscious and head back to her lonely, obsolete life, but at least she had tonight. At least she could hold on to the one thing that was making her trudge onward. Hudson.
He hadn’t lied to her that she knew of. He hadn’t been misleading or mean to her, so she straightened out her shoulders and pulled out the hotel key card. She glanced at her watch. Eleven thirty, just as he had told her he would be back from a business meeting. He told her to wait for him if he wasn’t there. He begged her to come. She was going through with this. One more night of passion, before reality arrived and she headed back to New York.
She slowly entered the hotel room. It was dark in there. She debated about turning on the lights, but decided to check to see if Hudson was in bed or not. She tiptoed toward the first room because it was closer. The other room was where they spent the last forty-eight hours. She felt her cheeks warm and her nipples harden. She had it bad. He wasn’t there.
She felt disappointed and then remembered that the other room was down the hallway, where they had made love the first time.
As she entered, she saw the large bulky figure under the covers. He had fallen asleep?
She was disappointed. Why wasn’t he waiting and anticipating her arrival? Or maybe he was waiting for her to make the move. First coming here alone with his key, and now, climbing into bed with him and initiating the sex.
She felt instantly nauseous, yet completely turned on. She tossed her purse onto the chair, it fell to the floor. She clenched her teeth hoping she hadn’t woke him up. She would worry about finding the contents of her purse later. Right now, she needed to pretend to be an amazing seductress who was used to sneaking into sexy, hot men’s hotel rooms and having her way with them.
She reached back and unzipped the dress. She hadn’t bothered with a bra, and the panties were tiny and minute.
She slowly stepped out of them, and in trying to be sexy too soon, and without an audience, she nearly tumbled over. She hid her gasp, grabbed the mattress, and steadied herself. Tia Rose needed to take a few unsteady breaths. She never in her life did anything so brazen.
Holy shit. I am out of my fucking mind. I can’t do this. I can’t do this.
Her pussy clenched as she absorbed the site of the bulky figure under the covers. She imagined Hudson’s sexy, muscles, and the warmth of his huge embrace. The man was a giant and that was why she fit so well beside him, and underneath him. Her pussy clenched.
I’m doing this.
Completely naked, and pussy already lubricated from this entire experience, she made her way onto the bed and under the covers.
She ran her hands along Hudson’s arm, and to his chest. She slowly straddled his waist, and wished that the lights were on or at least dimmed so she could see him. But instead she felt him, and his thick long cock that began to awake. Damn Hudson felt even bigger than this morning. Could that be possible?
She heard him moan, and then whisper in a groggy voice.
“Mmm, my surprise?” he whispered.
“Oh yeah, I’m all yours,” she said, and then he pulled her down to kiss him.
His kiss felt different. Not bad, but good, and he didn’t hold back. He plunged his tongue deeply into her mouth and ran fingers and palms along her curves to her breasts. He immediately pinched her nipples. Hard.
She gasped, pulling from his mouth, and when she did, Hudson grabbed her by her hips, lifted her up, and pulled her forward. She had to grab onto the headboard behind him for balance, as his tongue sank into her cunt.
“Oh!” she moaned and gasped for air. He nipped at her, pulled on her clit, twirled his tongue, and then blew warm breath over her folds. As she tried to recover, she felt his fingers push into her cunt. They thrust into her, and then he curled his fingers just so, hitting some spot in her pussy that made her shoot her cream all over his face.
“Fuck yeah!” he yelled. She tensed immediately.
“Hudson?” She said his name and in an instant her body tightened. She knew that wasn’t Hudson’s voice.
“Fuck no, baby. I’m Jagger, and you taste fucking incredible.”
She screamed as she threw herself off of him and rolled off the bed. She nearly tumbled to the floor.
She searched for her dress.
Her heart was pounding ins
ide of her chest.
She heard another door open.