Journey to Fortune(10)

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?

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.