Page 102 of Talk About… Dramay

Then my urge to touch him won and I launched myself at him, dragging his shirt over his head and fumbling with his belt. He took mercy on me and tore it off of himself, letting me pop the button open and drag his pants and underwear down.

This was the first time I’d seen Hudson naked and it did not disappoint.

He was all hard angles and muscle, but lean enough it didn’t feel intimidating. His dark hair hung behind him as he stood before me, hard and proud.

My eyes trailed lower, taking in the knot already swelling and the cock that would absolutely destroy me in the best way.

“My turn, Love,” he said, but I was already falling to my knees.

“No,” I said. Was it a bit bratty? Sure. But I wasn’t going to change my mind.

He wasn’t putting up much of a fight, either, his low groan falling from his lips the moment I wrapped my fingers around him and slid my mouth around him.

His scent was even stronger now. I breathed in a deep breath of herbs and forest rain, the scent only amping up my own need, my slick coated panties getting even more wet as I took him deeper.

Hudson was as steadfast as ever, letting me take the lead. His hand was on my head, but it was resting there, massaging my scalp rather than holding me and setting his own pace.

That only made me want to make him fall apart more. I swallowed him down then tightened my fist as I pulled back, just to sink down on him again.

His breathing was ragged and pained as I teased and tasted him. It was only when I felt him tense that he pulled out of my grip and took a steadying breath.

“I will not be coming down your throat for our first time together, it will be inside you, omega,” he protested, pulling me up so he could crush his lips to mine.

He tasted like chocolate and coffee, and his lips were soft, yet strong enough to guide the kiss deeper as he backed us toward the bed.

I went without complaining this time, whimpering as his hand teased between my thighs before I fell back on the mattress. Even through my clothes it felt incredible.

Now Hudson wasn’t as calm. His smile was wolfish and predatory as he followed me down, maneuvering me against the pillows. I wasn’t sure if I liked being manhandled before now, but it seemed I was on board.

Hudson carefully removed each piece of clothing, leaving kisses and teasing nibbles over every inch of skin he revealed.

“So gorgeous, Love,” he husked, the praises continuing as he threw the last of my clothing aside and spread my thighs wider.

I’d never had anyone stare at my pussy like he was, but fuck it had me gushing for him. I knew I had to be glistening but from the way he breathed in deep and moaned, he was a fan.

Without hesitation he dove in, sliding his tongue tortuously slowly over every inch of me, cleaning every last drop of slick from my inner thighs and lips.

One hand kept me still as he sucked hard on my clit, the other pushing two fingers inside of me. My body clenched around the intrusion as if begging him to give me more.

He complied, pumping in and out of me as he sucked and licked at my swollen clit, each movement purposeful. My legs were shaking, body writhing against his hold as pleasure made my head swim.

My pack never hesitated to take their time with me, make me feel cherished and sexy and taken care of.

Hudson was no different.

He listened to every sound and protest, giving more or less of whatever would bring me closer to my orgasm.

It felt like the exquisite torture was never-ending. He did just enough for me to be gasping for air and pushing against him, but never quite gave me enough.

“Fuck, Hudson, please,” I begged, practically sobbing in relief when he chuckled and gave me what I needed. The pressure on my clit intensified as he fucked me harder with his fingers, adding a third and curling them forward to tease that spot that was begging for a knot.

My answering cry echoed on the walls as I fell apart, pussy clenching around him with all my strength as my back arched off the bed and pleasure coursed through me in blissful waves.

It stole my breath and chased away every ounce of tension I’d been holding since he defended my honor and fed me pie.

When I collapsed against the bed, he finally moved away, giving me a happy, smug smile.

“Just as perfect as I knew you would be, omega,” he said, voice pure sex and gravel now.