He frees his hold on me, and my hips push upwards as the most amazing sensation washes over me. I hear him murmuring soft sounds against my pussy as I tighten and then collapse in a heap beneath him. He kisses my thigh, then moves to lie beside me.
“Is that the first time a man’s ever made you come?” he asks, nuzzling my neck and pushing the loose strands of hair off my face.
I nod, too breathless to speak. “I want you to do it again,” I finally say. “I really, really want it.”
I reach downward, realizing with dismay he still has his jeans on. I manage to get his button open and his zipper down, wrestling his massive, thick cock from his boxers. I grip it so tightly he winces and wraps his hand around mine. With a soft laugh, he guides my hand into a softer grip and eases it up and down his length. He pushes my thumb across the tip, and I feel how slick and wet it is.
“I want you so much,” he says, his breath tickling my neck and making me throb again between my legs. Is it possible I can have that feeling again so soon?
His size makes me feel a moment’s hesitation. “You’re too big,” I say, hiding my burning face against his shoulder.
“I’ll fit you perfectly,” he assures me. His hand moves down my side and slips between my thighs, and he gently caresses my pussy. “I love how wet you are,” he says, nudging one finger inside me. “How tight you are. You’ve never had a man inside your pussy before.”
I shake my head. “I want you inside me now,” I say.
“I want to make sure you’re ready,” he tells me, “So it feels good when my cock is inside you.”
All I can do is moan at the feel of his finger inside me and press closer for more. He eases another finger in and pushes deeper, stretching me, while the heel of his hand brushes tantalizingly against my clit. It seems entirely impossible, but I’m not only ready for that amazing feeling again, I need it. I crave it.
I move my hips with his fingers as he eases them in and out of my body, pushing deeper and readying me for his big cock. I continue to stroke his thick, hard shaft, finding myself aching for it. He lowers his lips to my breast and sucks my nipple into a hard pebble, sending a coursing jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I grind against his hand.
“It’s not enough,” I say. “I’m ready.”
He keeps suckling my nipples as he pushes a third finger inside me, and I gasp as he keeps stretching my body for him. He pushes harder against my clit, working slow circles with his palm, then faster and more intense until I’m gasping and clinging to him. He pulls away before I reach the edge, and the emptiness I feel makes me cry out.
He kisses my forehead and says, “Allow me to make it sensational.” He straddles me and pulls my legs up around his waist.
I feel him leaning over and reaching for something in his jeans. He pulls out a condom and slides it on, and even watching him do that makes me moan for him again. Why is he taking so long? His fingers work me again as he eases the tip of his huge cock to my opening. Even while I’m breathless for him, I feel a sliver of fear. I start to shake as he pushes deeper, and I feel my pussy spread. I want all of him inside me, but I don’t have a clue how it’s possible. He keeps circling my clit, and that wonderful feeling swells. The moment he makes me come again, he plunges deep and hard until he’s flush against my body.
There’s a sharp sting that’s overpowered by my orgasm, and I love how full he feels inside me. He stays still while my waves of pleasure wash over me, and I can tell it’s taking all his strength not to move. But I want him to move so, so badly. I need to feel everything he has to give. Any shyness I had evaporates, and I claw at his shoulders
“Fuck me, Hudson.”
My desperation is too much for him to handle, and he grips my hips and slowly eases his cock out of my pussy. When I think he’ll pull out completely, he swiftly thrusts again, so deep I have to gasp.
“You’re so fucking tight. It feels amazing. Do you feel amazing?” Despite his words seeking affirmation, he keeps with the slow withdrawal and hard thrust.
I wrap my legs around him and pull him close. I nod and kiss him. “More than amazing.”
He continues his slow and steady pace until I’m shaking with the need to come again. He seems to read my mind, reaching for my clit as he moves faster and harder inside me. I hold on tight as my own orgasm makes me squeeze tight around him. Hot, thick ropes of cum fill the condom inside me, and with it, comes a sensation of power when he grunts and bends over to bite my neck as he rides his own release. When he falls on top of me, kissing my neck, I can only hold onto him and sigh with happiness. I’m utterly weak, satisfied, and exhausted. I’ve never felt so good before.
“That was…everything,” I pant, still catching my breath, my eyes drifting closed.
“No regrets?”
I shake my head, already half asleep. “Not a single one.”
Chapter 8
Hudson
Now that Cara’s asleep, I know I should slip away. That’s what I usually do, and the women around here know what to expect. But Cara’s different, and I can’t make myself get up. I watch her sleep for a while before I decide there’s no way I’m leaving. I gently scoop her up and carry her to the bed, then I curl up next to her. She stirs at the slight movement, but quickly settles into my arms.
“Go back to sleep,” I whisper, stroking her cheek.
We lie there for a while, wrapped around each other. She’s so beautiful. It’s difficult to believe she’s Lorelei’s twin, and while my brain accepts that they look almost exactly alike, it’s only Cara that I see this way. Her lashes flutter, and she peers at me, a smile turning up her full lips. I feel my cock stirring, but don’t want to ruin her sleep. The next thing I know she has her hand wrapped around my shaft, and she’s sliding under the sheets.
“Cara,” I choke out when her lips brush the tip of my rock-hard cock.