Rosalie Undone (The Shifters Series Book 6)

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by Elizabeth Kelly


  “Wider, sweet Rosie,” he rasped.

  She spread her legs as wide as they could go, and he growled his approval before propping himself up on his hands above her. “Look at me, honey.”

  Their height difference meant she had to really tilt her head up to see him, but she didn’t mind. She realized suddenly that if she was the height of most women, they wouldn’t have been able to even attempt missionary. For once in her life, her height worked for her rather than against her.

  She lifted her gaze to his face, staring obediently into his dark brown eyes as he pushed the head of his cock into her. She gripped his arms, but he stopped almost immediately.

  “Good?” He asked.

  She nodded, and he pushed a little further. To her surprise, there wasn’t even a flicker of pain. She could feel his thickness stretching her walls as he retreated and then pushed again. There was need and desire etched into his face, but he took his time, giving her a little more of his cock with every gentle thrust.

  She was starting to feel almost impossibly full and she squeezed his arms again. She had to have taken all of him by now, there was no way she hadn’t. He stopped and studied her carefully. “Too much?”

  “No, I don’t – I just feel really full.”

  “You’re doing so well,” he praised. “Just a little more.”

  She blinked at him. “You’re kidding me.”

  He shook his head before smiling at her. “Can you be my good girl and take all of my cock, Rosie?”

  She moved a little under him, liking the way his breath hissed out between his teeth. “Jesus, honey, stop moving.”

  “I’m just trying to…” She wiggled again and then hooked one long leg around his hip, resting her foot on the back of his calf. “I’m good.”

  He pushed into her and then groaned. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

  “Hudson,” she moaned. She was trapped beneath his big body and loved every minute of it.

  She squeezed her leg around him and he groaned again. “That’s my good girl, honey.”

  “Is that all of it?” She asked.

  He nodded, and she was inordinately pleased with herself.

  He stared down at her, and when he began to move in and out of her with slow, gentle thrusts, she met each of them eagerly. “Oh God, that’s good,” she whispered.

  He moved faster, and she admired his self-control as their bodies rocked against one another. “So tight,” he gritted out.

  She gripped his waist, meeting each of his thrusts with enthusiasm as his beard grew thick. He was moving hard and fast now, each stroke bouncing her on the bed as he stared at her breasts.

  “Touch your nipples,” he suddenly demanded.

  She reached between them and cupped her breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples as he fucked her. The feel of his big body on hers, the way her thighs were forced wide around him, was turning her on, and she gasped as the pleasure grew in her belly.

  His gaze was hot and fierce as he stared at her tits, and he growled when she gave one nipple a hard pinch.

  “Good, honey. Now your clit. Rub your clit while I fuck you,” he said.

  She’d never touched herself in front of someone before, but she reached between their bodies without any hesitation. She rubbed at her clit with her right hand, crying out when it sparked fresh pleasure in her belly, and pulled at her nipples with her left.

  “Good, baby. So good,” he groaned. “Can you take it harder?”

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Please, Hudson, fuck me harder.”

  He muttered a curse, and she rubbed furiously at her clit when he increased the pace. The feel of his thick cock sliding in and out of her, the pressure on her clit was too much, and her orgasm washed over her in a hard, fast rush that brought sparks of light behind her tightly-closed eyelids.

  Hudson moaned, the intensity of his thrusts grew, and then he stiffened above her, sliding in deep and staying there. Warm wetness gushed into her pussy and he rocked back and forth, the cords in his neck standing out as they rode out their orgasms together.

  When she collapsed on the bed below him, he pulled out of her and laid down on his back next to her. He stared at the ceiling, his big chest rising and falling heavily as she gave him a tentative look.

  “Was it okay for you?”

  “Yes.” His voice was still hoarse. “Did I hurt you, little human?”

  “No. It was good. Really, really good. Amazing good.”

  He smiled a little and pressed a kiss against her bare shoulder. “For me too.”

  He rested one big hand on her thigh and rubbed it before yawning widely. She could feel wetness sliding down her thighs and she sat up. His hand tightened on her leg. “Where are you going?”

  “Just to the bathroom.”

  “Okay.” He yawned again, his eyelids drifting shut.

  She walked to the master bathroom, glad that Hudson had his eyes closed and couldn’t see how much she jiggled. She shut the door and flicked on the light before using the toilet and then cleaning herself up a little. She washed her hands and stared at herself in the bathroom mirror.

  “You just had sex with Hudson,” she whispered.

  Even her whisper seemed too loud and she blushed before rubbing at her thighs. She was starting to feel a little self-conscious and she wondered if she was supposed to leave now or climb back into bed.

  Just go back out there and climb into the bed. It’s dark and late and Hudson wants you to stay the night.

  She didn’t know if he did or not, but her inner voice had a point about it being dark and late. This was only sex between them, but Hudson was a good guy. He wouldn’t kick her out now. She turned off the light and left the bathroom, stopping next to the bed. The bedside lamp was still on and she had no problem seeing Hudson.

  He was sprawled on his stomach in the middle of the bed, all four limbs spread wide and his head taking up both pillows. He was snoring softly, and she could tell by the even rhythm of his breathing that he was sleeping deeply. There was no way she could fit onto the bed without waking him and asking him to move over.

  So, wake him up.

  She reached for his shoulder before hesitating. Maybe this was Hudson’s way of telling her she wasn’t welcome to stay the night. She chewed on her bottom lip as she stared at his tanned back.

  Oh for heaven’s sake, girl. Just wake him up.

  She backed away from the bed. Nope, she couldn’t. Better to just quietly leave than wake him up and risk humiliation when it became more than obvious that he wanted her to leave. It would take her less than five minutes to walk home and her neighbourhood was safe, even at this time of night. She dressed quietly before glancing one last time at the big polar bear shifter.

  What she really wanted to do was slide into bed with him and snuggle up to all that warmth, but if he didn’t want her there, he didn’t want her there. They weren’t in a relationship, it was just sex, so staying the night was a stupid idea anyway. She’d go home and get a good night’s sleep in her own bed, and then text Hudson in the morning.

  Chapter Eleven

  Rosalie wiped away the condensation from the mirror and stared at herself. The bathroom was warm and steamy from her shower, and she studied her face and wet hair. She looked exactly the same so why did she feel so different?

  Because you just had sex with Hudson and it was amazing?

  She sighed and hung up her towel before flicking off the light and leaving the bathroom. She grabbed her robe from the closet and slipped into it, tying the belt securely around her waist. She glanced at her bed. She was tired but also incredibly wired. She’d never fall asleep and there was no point in trying. She’d have some lemon infused honey in hot water, it would help to calm her down.

  Are we going to talk about how unbelievably good Hudson is at sex?

  She ignored her inner voice as she walked down the stairs, Mr. Pibbles weaving around her feet. Okay, so maybe the sex was the best of her life but that didn’t mean Hudson
was some sort of sex god.

  Like hell it doesn’t. Hudson had you begging, Rosie. Begging!

  Her face flushed hot and she filled the teakettle with water before setting it on the stove and turning on the burner. Yeah, she might have begged just a little, which was incredibly humiliating now that she thought about it, but it still didn’t mean that Hudson was a god in the bedroom.

  She didn’t have a lot of experience, for all she knew Hudson could be average in bed and –

  There is nothing average about Hudson in bed, girl. You know it and I know it.

  She grabbed a mug from the cupboard and spooned a few teaspoons of the honey into it. She had to stop thinking about sex with Hudson or she’d never get to sleep. God, she hoped he’d enjoyed himself, hoped that he wanted to keep teaching her how to be kinky.

  Now that she’d had a taste of him, she wanted more.

  A lot more.

  The teakettle started to whistle, and she turned off the burner before pouring hot water into her mug. Mr. Pibbles jumped up on the counter and she pushed him away from the mug.

  “That’s hot, Mr. Pibbles. You don’t want -”

  The loud knock on her front door made her heartbeat triple. She stared wide-eyed at the cat who jumped down from the counter and strutted out of the kitchen toward the front door. Her heart still banging away, she crept after him and paused a few feet away from the door.

  “Rosalie, let me in.”

  Her mouth dropped open, and she hurried forward to unlock the door and open it. She stared in stunned silence at Hudson, clutching the neckline of her robe, as he glared at her from the front step.

  “You left.”

  “I -”

  “You walked home by yourself in the middle of the night. Do you know how dangerous that is, Rosalie?” He brushed by her, and she shut the door and locked it. He was already halfway down the hall and she followed him into the kitchen.

  “It took me five minutes to walk home.”

  “I don’t care.” His voice was a low growl. He ignored the way Mr. Pibbles brushed up against his legs as he folded his arms across his chest and gave her a scowl.

  “Eleven thirty isn’t the middle of the night.” She glanced at the clock on the microwave. “Twelve forty-five is the middle of the damn night.”

  He ignored her pointed look. “You are not to walk anywhere at night by yourself. Do you understand? Ever. Why did you leave?”

  “Because I – because we hadn’t talked about me spending the night and when I came back from the bathroom, you were sleeping and taking up the whole damn bed. I assumed that was your subtle way of telling me to leave.”

  He snorted in displeasure. “I’m a big guy, Rosie. I take up most of the bed. You should have woken me up and told me to move over.”

  “Well, now I’ll know for…”

  “Know for what?”

  “Nothing, never mind.”

  He glared at her. “Tell me.”

  She shrugged. “I was going to say for next time, but that seems a little presumptuous since I have no idea if you’re even still interested in teaching me to be, uh, kinky. I’m sure you’ve figured out that I don’t have very much experience in sex in general and I don’t even know if you enjoyed the sex tonight, or if I was terrible or -”

  He pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth. Warmth flooded through her, and despite having two orgasms not three hours earlier, she was immediately and undeniably horny. She pressed up against him, gasping when he squeezed her ass with one hard hand.

  “I want to fuck you again, right now, little Rosie,” he murmured against her mouth. “Do you want to be fucked?”

  “Yes, please,” she moaned.

  He picked her up and carried her out of the kitchen, up the stairs and into her bedroom. Instead of carrying her to the bed, he stopped in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of her bedroom. He set her on her feet, facing the mirror, before crossing the room to grab the high-heeled shoes she had rejected earlier.

  “Hudson? What -”

  “Put these on.” He set the shoes on the floor in front of her. A little bewildered, she stepped into them as Hudson moved behind her. The heels made the top of her head brush against his chin, and made her ass fit snugly against his hardening dick.

  He pressed a kiss against the side of her neck as his hands reached for the belt on her robe.

  “Hudson, wait.” She tried to stop him from untying her robe.

  He gave her a sharp nip to her throat, and she jerked against him as he licked the sting away. He untied the belt and quickly pulled off her robe, letting it pool on the floor at her feet. She immediately closed her eyes as embarrassment flooded through her. She wanted to cover herself with her arms, but as if he sensed it, Hudson’s big hands were already wrapping around each of her wrists and holding her arms down.

  “Open your eyes, Rosie.”

  “I don’t want to,” she whispered.

  He licked the side of her neck before sucking on her earlobe. “I want you to.”

  “Please…”

  “Open your eyes.” His voice demanded obedience.

  She opened her eyes and glanced briefly at her naked body in the mirror before staring at Hudson’s face. Her breath caught in her throat at the look of lust in his gaze. Her core tightened in response, liquid flooding her pussy in a frantic bid to ready herself for his cock.

  “So beautiful.” His voice was a low growl. “So soft and warm.”

  He lifted her arms and hooked her hands behind his thick neck. “Keep your arms up.”

  She did as he asked, watching as he cupped both her breasts in his big hands.

  “Beautiful,” he repeated as he stared at their reflections. She arched her back, her ass rubbing against his denim covered erection, when he tugged on her nipples. They hardened into tight buds and he played with them until they were swollen and throbbing.

  “Hudson, please,” Rosalie moaned. She stared at him in the mirror and he smiled at her.

  “Look at yourself, Rosie.”

  “No,” she whispered.

  “Yes.” He pinched her nipple and she cried out, her hands clenching around his neck. “Look and see what I see.”

  She stared at her body in the mirror, watching mesmerized as Hudson’s hands squeezed her breasts.

  “Gorgeous full breasts with pretty pink nipples.” His thumbs brushed across her nipples making her tremble. “So sensitive. You like it when I suck on them, don’t you, Rosie?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  His left hand cupped her hip and his right hand brushed over the swell of her stomach. “Soft skin, hips that fit perfectly in my hands. He squeezed her hip before running his hand over the top of her thigh. “Long legs that look so fucking good wrapped around my waist.”

  She moaned and rubbed her ass against his dick as he petted her thigh. “Spread your legs, sweet Rosie.”

  She spread her legs apart, watching breathlessly in the mirror as his big hand circled closer and closer to her pussy. He kissed her throat again, and she dug her fingers into his neck when he stroked her inner thigh.

  “The prettiest, tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked.” His voice was a low rasp against her ear.

  “Oh please,” she whispered. She was so wet she could see moisture on her inner thighs, but her embarrassment was buried under a desperate need for Hudson.

  “Please what?” He traced tiny circles on her inner thigh.

  “Please fuck me.”

  “Soon. Show me your pretty, pink clit, little Rosie.”

  “W-what?” She blinked at him in the mirror.

  He took her right hand and kissed the palm of it before guiding it down to her pussy. “Spread your wet pussy lips and show me your clit.”

  “I-I can’t,” she whispered.

  “You can.” He stepped away from her and she heard him strip off his shirt and unzip his jeans before he pushed them down his legs. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside, th
en stepped close again. He spread her ass cheeks apart and nestled his dick between them, rocking against her with a gentle rhythm as he held her hip.

  “Show me right now or I won’t fuck you, Rosie.”

  “Hudson, you’re being mean.”

  God, could she sound any whinier?

  He laughed, and fresh liquid dripped out of her pussy. She had to be the only woman in history who got wet from a man’s laugh.

  “Show me your clit and I’ll give you what you want.”

  Her fingers trembling, she reached down and parted the lips of her pussy. Her clit was wet and swollen and she moaned when Hudson kissed the curve of her jaw. “I love your perfect, pink clit, honey. Are you ready for my dick?”

  “Yes.” The eagerness in her voice was shamefully obvious.

  “Good.” He pulled her legs further apart as she glanced around his broad body at the bed.

  “Hudson, are we – oh my God!”

  Hudson’s arm locked around her waist. Thanks to the heels she was wearing, all he needed was a slight bend of his knees and a twist of his hips and he was pushing into her. She cried out as he filled her, her walls stretching around him. He curved one heavy arm under her left thigh and lifted it, spreading her legs wide. He pushed forward relentlessly, and she was helpless to look away from the mirror. She watched his thick cock sliding further in, watched her pussy lips spread around his massive width as he held her in a strong grip. He didn’t stop until his entire cock was sheathed, and she moaned and panted as her body adjusted to being impaled on Hudson’s dick.

  He waited patiently, stroking her hip and kneading her thigh as she clutched at his arm and stared at where they were connected.

  “Okay?” He kissed the top of her shoulder.

  “Full,” she moaned.

  “I know.” He rubbed her hip. “You’re such a good girl to take all of my cock.”

  “Please,” she whispered, “I need…. please.”

  “What do you need?” He kissed her shoulder again.

  “I need you to touch me, fuck me,” she pleaded. She wiggled against him and his harsh groan brought goosebumps to her skin. “Please, Hudson.”

 

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