His initial thrust cut off her airway. She couldn't breathe. He was so big. He paused.
She shook her head. "I want it. Never like this. I feel so needy."
"God, baby, you make me crazy." He leaned forward and kissed her and then deepened his thrusts. He stroked her pussy with his cock in record speed, making her pant and moan and scratch at his skin.
"That's it, baby. Grab me. Be my wild woman." He leaned forward and licked a nipple, pulling it between his teeth and nipping her flesh. She screamed a small release as he pounded into her. The bed moaned. The cool night air circulated from the balcony and against their heated flesh.
Her moans became louder and louder as he maneuvered his one hand under her backside, and stroked a finger over the crack of her ass. She nearly shot up off the bed, but his bulk and his size kept her in place.
"Hudson."
"Come with me. Come with me now," he ordered her. She wanted to. She desperately wanted to climax along with him, but she wanted more.
"Oh, God." She clenched her teeth and then he pressed a finger against her puckered hole. He used the moisture from her sopping, wet cunt to lubricate that delicate forbidden hole then pushed in with his finger.
"Oh!" She screamed and shook. He continued to thrust into her. His face was pressed against her neck. She could feel his heavy breathing. She hugged him to her as he thrust two more times then grunted her name. Hudson rocked his hips, pulled his finger from her ass, and wrapped her in his embrace.
Rolling to his side, he took her with him and continued the onslaught of kisses, caresses, and scattered nips of gentleness.
She was breathing heavy. "Oh, my God. That was amazing."
He cupped her cheeks between his hands. He licked her lower lip and pulled it between his teeth in such a sexy, sensual move, her pussy leaked still for more.
"You're staying the night," he told her. She should argue with him. She should explain why this couldn't and shouldn't go any further than the bed and their sinful lust. But as she began to speak, her heart and her gut cut her voice off.
Live for tonight. Live for the moment. Tomorrow will come soon enough.
Chapter 5
Tia Rose awoke, hearing the sound of her cell phone chiming. Strong arms pulled her tight when she attempted to move.
She smiled wide. Hudson was holding her, and she was snuggled against him. His front was to her back, and his cock was planted between her ass cheeks and her back. She attempted to leave twice during the night. Or was it the early morning hours? She couldn't remember. They had made love several more times, and she was exhausted.
"Don't even think about leaving me yet," he whispered against her hair. His lips touched her ear, and she closed her eyes and relished in the feel of being held by him. If things were different, if her life wasn't so screwed up, she might consider getting to know him better. Scratch that. She couldn't take the chance. She couldn't wish for this to be more than a night of passion, two souls meeting in the midst of a crowded gala and falling into bed. After all, this was Paris.
"I need to get it. I should really get moving."
His forearm tightened against her belly under her breasts. He leaned up, rolled her to her back, and pressed a thigh between her legs. He was such a big man. He made her feel incredible.
"I want to spend more time with you."
She turned away a moment. "Hudson, I have things to do today. Appointments and stuff. You don't have to do this."
He gave her a squeeze and scrunched his eyebrows at her. She was getting to know that look. The man sure didn't like to be questioned or denied what he wanted. She smiled at him as if trying to ease that crease across his forehead.
"I'm not trying to make you feel wanted. I do want you. I want you to stay here. We'll have breakfast, then take a walk around. You can tell me more-"
"No." She shook her head and tried to ease up.
"I think it's better if we just keep this casual and simple, Hudson."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because it's the way it must be."
Her phone began to ring.
"I need to get that."
He sat up, rolled off the bed, and stood. The man was straight out of a history book, and appeared like some Greek God. He was solid like stone, built wide like a linebacker, but not an ounce of fat on him. He was perfection.
She began to stand up to get the phone in her purse, and as she wrapped the sheet around her body, she gasped. The sheet fell to the floor, and Hudson stood there watching her, a scowl on his face.
"Nice, Hudson," she stated, and then reached down for the sheet. He stepped on it to make it fall from her body when she got up.
"I like you naked. You're beautiful. Get back in that bed," he told her.
She raised her eyebrows at him, and of course by now she missed the call, but she was having too much fun playing with Hudson.
"Or else what?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips, and allowing the sheet to fall to the floor. There she stood in all her naked glory. Her hair probably looked a mess. Her makeup was probably smudged, and suddenly she was reaching for the sheet. Hudson had other plans.
He scooped her up into his arms and carried her back to the bed. He pressed between her thighs and cupped her breasts as he sat above her.
"You are staying a little longer."
"Really? How are you going to make me?" She felt those tiny little vibrations run rampant through her body. The man was sexy. Oh, so very sexy.
He pinched her nipples and she gasped as he reached up and took her hands, placing them above her head. Her breasts pushed forward, her thighs were spread wide and her pussy clenched with desire.
"I would hate to have to punish you for being naughty."
Oh boy, why did that sound so incredibly exciting? "Excuse me?" she asked.
He grabbed both wrists with one hand, securing them up and above her. He used his other hand to explore her body. As his index finger stroked over her nipple, then under the mound of her breast, he thrust his cock against her pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned. She never thought she would get turned on by being restrained, or even being spanked, but Hudson was proving to be resourceful and creative in bed.
"I always get what I want, Tia Rose. I expect you to listen to me, and allow me to bring you pleasure. I can't do that if you're not here." He pinched her nipple.
She gasped, and found herself thrusting upward against his cock. It was so close to her pussy lips, and she felt incredibly needy.
"Hudson, you can't order me to stay."
"I just did. Now here is your choice. You can be a good girl and do as I say, or, you can receive a nice spanking to teach you to obey the rules."
His words were spoken with tenacity and power. So why was she closing her eyes, and practically feeling her ass tighten?
"Tia Rose?" he wanted an answer, and when she remained silent, he made his move.
For a big guy, he was swift. He had her up, turned over on to her belly in a flash. He lifted her up and was partially over her.
When his hands caressed her ass, she suddenly wanted whatever Hudson would give her. She felt so sexy. She was completely in tune with her body. Her breasts felt full, aroused and needy. She stuck her ass back at him, dipped her hips, and closed her eyes in anticipation of his next move. She didn't care what he did, just as long as Hudson touched her and continued to arouse her so.
His fingers stroked down the crack, eliciting another soft moan.
"You like being submissive, don't you, Tia Rose?"
She shook her head.
"I think you're lying. Spread wider for me."
She immediately did.
"Good girl," he whispered and then kissed her shoulder and then her spine.
He was whispering next to her ear, as his cock tapped against her ass and pussy from behind.
"I think you would really like to get spanked. I think you would intentionally be naughty to feel my big, hard hand against this sexy, cream-colored ass."
"Oh … " she moaned and her pussy lips felt so swollen. Her cunt leaked some cream, she could feel it as she wiggled her hips.
Smack.
"Ouch."
She hadn't expected that.
"You're getting off on my words. I haven't even touched you yet."
"You just did."
Smack.
Tia Rose gasped and then pushed back.
"Are you staying or leaving?" he asked. Then he trailed his finger over her crack to her pussy. He pressed a digit up into her.
"Oh, fuck, baby, you're sopping wet."
"Do something, Hudson," she begged of him. She needed him inside of her. She ached something terrible.
"Are you staying or leaving?"
She hung her head down.
"Staying or leaving?" he asked again as he pumped his fingers faster into her pussy.
"Staying. Oh, Goddamn it, I'm staying. Now do something."
He chuckled then grabbed her hips, aligned his cock with her pussy from behind and shoved into her to the hilt.