《Runaway》Part 11 - Hudson
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I clench and unclench my teeth as I let Maya's words sink in. No one has shown her love or maybe even kindness. She's so scared all the time, but here she is, opening her heart to me and all I can do is throw it back at her. But maybe Maya's right; at the end of the day, it'll be just us and our love for each other. At least I know my heart is a goner. It might have been from the moment I saw her at the diner.
"Maya," I lower my voice, so my brave little bunny won't run and hide.
"What?" She's still hiccuping from her tears.
I lift her hand, her light blue eyes following mine as I lift her knuckle to my lips. I hate that she tried to harm her hand by hitting my chest. I kiss each finger slowly, letting her feel the tenderness and love pour out of me.
"Hudson," my name comes out from between her lips, all breathless when I finish.
I gaze at her soulful eyes, tucking her palm against my pounding heart as I lean in and capture her lips for the first time. Maya sits frozen for a second before she launches herself at me. Her kisses are sloppy, and our teeth bump occasionally, but I'm too enraptured by my angel to care. My hands roam down her slender back over her juicy ass. I knead it roughly as the wolf inside me threatens to take over. Trying to keep it at bay, I roll us over.
Beneath me, Maya's hair fans out around her head like a golden halo. Her face is flushed, and I follow it down her neck. I take a shaky breath as I let myself gaze upon her two luscious breasts without feeling guilty.
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"Fuck," I rake a hand through my hair. "You're so beautiful, angel."
Maya twists beneath me, a wavering smile playing on her lips.
"I mean it, Maya," I wait till she's looking me in the eye. "I've never seen another woman as gorgeous as you." I lean down and brush my lips over her collarbone. "Nor sweet."
"Hudson, please touch me." Her words are quiet, but I know how difficult it is for her to ask for what she wants. So, I oblige her desires and kiss my way down her left breast. I push aside the tiny scrap of fabric that looks worn and too small to encapsulate the enticing slopes of her breasts. Her nipple greets me. It's a soft shade of pink, almost tan. Growling, I latch onto her perky bud and suck it into my mouth. My beautiful angel bows her back, releasing soft little gasps and moans. I gently roll the tip between my teeth, she tries to push away, but I want her to embrace her pleasure. I wind my arm securely around her waist, pulling her securely to me.
"That's it, my sweet angel." I grin smugly as her moans grow louder.
"No," She pushes at me again, and I look down into her innocent face. "Not there."
I scrape my rough palm down her spine and over her round ass. "Here?" I know it's not what she's asking for, but I can't help but tease her. I slip my hand under her panties as she wriggles her body, trying to coax me lower.
"No, the ache is between my legs." She whines when I palm her ass roughly.
My balls draw up, and I almost release my load. I swear under my breath and do as my angel wants. Sliding my hand over her hip and down to her mound, I groan as my fingers swipe against damp curls.
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"My angel needs to feel good?" I ask as I part her pussy lips.
"Yes," She groans as I swipe my finger through her juices.
"You're so wet," I swirl my fingers through the thick liquid, searching for her clit. The moment I brush against it, she lets out a little cry. "Fuck, that's right, baby. Just like that. Let your body show you how it's done."
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