Page 21 of My Downfall

“Out here’s fine.” I just need him inside me.

“No. I’m going to make you scream and I don’t want the neighbors hearing. Your noises are for me and me alone.”

“Promises,promises,” I mutter as my lips find his for another searing kiss.

“Promises I’ll deliver on.” His lips don’t leave mine again as he carries me through the house and up the stairs to what I assume is his bedroom — the fact his scent is everywhere has me almost certain it is.

“Is this your room?”

“Of course. I want the smell of you on my sheets when you’re not here.”

“One night, Hudson.” Though I’m starting to wonder if one with this man will be enough.

“I know, baby, and I’m going to make every second of it count.” He throws me onto the bed, causing me to bounce on the incredibly luxurious mattress. “Spread your legs, baby girl. I need to return the favor.”

“Then eat away.” I let my legs drop open, revealing my completely waxed pussy.

“Fucking brat,” he mutters as he climbs onto the bed and pushes my legs wider. “You’re asking to get spanked.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.” His head drops forward as he lets out a bark of laughter.

“What am I going to do with you?” he muses.

“Bury your head in my cunt and make me come.”

“Don’t think for one moment that you’re controlling tonight.” But his eyes darken as he lowers his head and does exactly what I said.

He doesn’t waste time warming me up, he doesn’t start gentle. No, he ravages me from the start. His tongue thrusts inside me as his hands hold my hips in place and he eats me out.

I don’t need to worry about no orgasms tonight; I have a feeling I’ll be getting lots of them.

“Oh, God,” I groan as his tongue expertly massages me.

“Daddy,” he growls.

“What?” I gasp.

“Not God, baby girl. It’s Daddy. You groan my name and only my name.”

“Make me.”

His hand comes down hard on my pussy, and I can’t stop the cry that leaves my lips.

Holy shit, that felt good.

“Say it,” he demands.

I really want to provoke him, but I need to come first. I wouldn’t put it past him to deny me, and there’s not a chance in hell that’s happening. I’ve got all night to push his buttons.

“Yes, Daddy.”

His mouth closes over my clit and two thick, long fingers press inside me.

“Yes,” I moan as my walls flutter around him. He curls them inside me and rubs against that spot that very few people have ever found — or even botheredtryingto find. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

He grunts against me but doesn’t release my clit, and I fall into bliss. Right over the edge and into a well of pleasure.

He works me through it, his fingers not withdrawing until the final tremor shudders through me. If that’s what his fingers can do, I can’t wait to see what he can do with his cock.