EPILOGUE
COLTON - FIVE YEARS LATER
Hudson ordered me to bed with a sloppy, well-used hole in celebration of flipping my second house and padding our shared bank account. Even after all our time together, the man still loved me being a mess of c*m and lube, slack and ready for him if he woke in need of having his c**k warmed.
Pressure against my a*s and the slow, steady thrust of his d**k roused me in the middle of the night exactly as I’d expected. It was Hudson’s way of showing dominance and boosting his insecurities about my always being there for him, no matter where or when.
I assured Hudson I would give him whatever the f**k he wanted—whenever the f**k regardless of my success in life, but I knew he still struggled to accept I would remain loyal. That I would never desire or allow
