Fake Love (For Now), Penny Wylder [best books to read ever .txt] 📗

harder and give me more of that sweet pleasure. Every thrust beyond my orgasm is laced in silver glitter.

Hudson fucks me harder than I’ve ever been fucked in my life. Deep strokes that reach all the way to the center of me and light me up again, and again, and again. His mouth slams down on mine as he comes, groaning into my mouth and holding himself deep.

His cock is so big that I feel his orgasm. Every pulse, and shudder. Fucking hell.

“I—”

“No.” Hudson shakes his head and presses his forehead against mine. “Not yet.”

He’s not wrong. I don’t even have the breath to speak right now. My heart is still pounding, and he’s still inside me. Instead of talking, I kiss him. In the aftermath of what we just did, the way our mouths meet seems tame in comparison. But it’s so sweet that it makes me ache. I don’t care that we’re practically strangers—I don’t want him to leave this bed.

As if he’s reading my mind, Hudson moves to pull away.

“Please don’t leave.” I hate the desperation leaking through my voice, but it’s too late.

Hudson smiles and brushes his lips against mine. “I’m not going anywhere. Just to the bathroom for a second.” He winks as he eases out of me.

I’ve been so full of him that the loss of his cock is almost painful. He notices and runs his eyes over my body before disappearing so he can take care of the condom. It’s only a minute before he’s back and he’s slipping us both under the blankets and holding me against his massive body.

I feel so small in comparison. Delicate.

Hudson strokes a hand down my spine until it rests on my ass, locking our bodies together. “I saw you wince. I should have been gentler with you.”

“Not on your fucking life,” I say.

It’s practically a growl, and he smiles. “You’re definitely not what I expected.”

“You’re exactly what I expected,” I say. “You can’t look the way you do and not be absolutely mind-blowing at sex.”

“Mind-blowing?”

“Brain-melting. Soul-altering. Too fucking good that I’m afraid that I just had the best sex that I’ll ever have.”

Hudson’s face turns into a smirk. “Good. I have something to beat then.”

“I don’t think it can be.”

“Never underestimate a man on a mission, Erin.”

I stretch, luxuriating in the warmth of both him and the fire that’s now starting to die down. “The mission will have to wait a little while.”

“I’m also patient.”

“Good.” I can’t keep the smile off my face, and I tuck myself in tighter to his body as I let myself drift away into sleep.

The light seems extra bright when I open my eyes. Should daylight be that bright? It must be the remnants of the whiskey. My mouth is a little dry, and I’m squinting, but otherwise I can live with this.

Beside me, breath still deep and even, is Hudson. He’s just as fucking beautiful in his sleep as when he’s awake and looking at me. I’m still in disbelief that I even did that. Hot sex with men I barely know isn’t one of the things that I do regularly. What the hell—I never do it. The two guys I slept with before were a guy from high school that I’d known for years and one of my classmates that I dated for a while in college.

Other than that, I’d just been too busy, and my vibrator generally did a better job anyway.

There’s no vibrator that would compare to Hudson. That’s for sure. I’m pretty confident that his cock is actually a magic wand that grants orgasms to girls like me. And I’m glad that my vibrator gets to stay in my suitcase this weekend.

Speaking of Hudson’s incredible cock, the blanket beside me is far taller than it should be. And suddenly my mouth is no longer dry. He worshipped my body in ways that I didn’t know it could be worshipped. Time for me to repay a little of that favor.

Ducking under the covers, the dim morning light filtering through the blanket shows me his cock, totally hard and raising the fabric. Perfect. To be honest, he’s thick enough that I don’t know how much of him will fit. But I can still make him feel good.

His cock bobs when I touch it with my tongue, reacting to the pure sensation. I take him into my mouth, and he stirs. He’s hot and hard in my mouth, and obviously bigger than any other cock I’ve had in my mouth. This is one thing that I know that I’m good at.

I roll my tongue under the tip of him, sucking deeper, barely taking any of him in before my mouth is full. Slowly, I start a rhythm, driving down onto him and pulling back, making sure that my lips never leave his skin.

When he wakes, I know. There’s a low groan, and he startles. His voice is rough and dark with sleep and probably the same hangover that I have. “Erin?”

I make a sound around his cock, and he groans again. “What are you doing?”

“If that’s not obvious,” I release him long enough to say, “Then I’m not doing a good enough job.”

Hudson throws the covers back, looking down at me with eyes still dusted with sleep and filled with lust. I don’t break the stare as I push down again, and his eyes roll back in his head. “Jesus fuck.”

I laugh around his shaft and stick my ass up in the air, wiggling it around so he can see it, and I swear he gets even harder in my mouth. Using my tongue, I swirl around his head until I focus on that spot I know every man loves. Just underneath. I work it the way he worked my clit, and it’s barely a minute before his muscles are tensing, leaning down to grab my hair and guide me deeper.

But I pull back. This is my game now. Releasing his shaft entirely, I lift his cock