Southern Storm (Southern 3)

“Every day,” she says. “Sometimes twice a day, depending on how hot you looked.” She shocks me and moves her pussy away from me. “Sit.” She points at the headboard, tossing the pillows on the floor.

I sit with my back to the headboard, and my cock sticking up. “Okay, baby.” I take my cock in my hand. “Hop on.”

“Oh, I plan to,” she says, throwing her leg over my hips. “I plan on it.” She leans forward, sliding her tongue in my mouth, and I feel her hand on my cock. She puts her knees by my hips and slowly slides all the way down.

“So fucking good,” I say, letting go of her mouth. My hands go to her hips, and I try to help, but she shakes her head.

“This is my rodeo,” she says, leaning forward. Putting her hands on the headboard, she lifts herself up and impales herself on me. “I get to ride.” She does it again, leaning more into me, and I take one of her nipples between my teeth. She hisses but moves up and down faster. “How I want to ride.” She lets one hand go from the headboard and brings it to her clit where she rubs it back and forth.

I push her hand away. “You can ride,” I say, rubbing right and left, “but I’m going to be the one who makes you come.” Her head falls back, and she puts her hands on my legs behind her, giving me room to play with her clit. I let her ride me, taking one nipple between my teeth and then sucking at the same time I play with her clit. “You close?” she puts her hands back on the headboard, riding me faster.

“Yes,” she hisses as she rides my cock, not once letting go of the headboard. “I’m almost there,” she tells me, and I can feel it. Her pussy tightens more and more around my cock every single time she moves up. “I’m there,” she says, and I feel her come on my cock. I wait for her to finish, and when she slows down, she sits up and wraps her hands around my neck, her mouth finding mine. I kiss her while she sits on my cock.

“You done?” I ask, and she looks at me and nods. “Good,” I say, pulling her up off me. “My turn.” She looks at me unsure, and I flip her over. “Face down, ass up,” I say, grabbing her by the hips and entering her in one long thrust. We’re both panting, but I don’t let off. Holding her hips, I slam into her over and over again. She comes two more times before I feel my balls tighten, and I plant myself all the way and come in her again.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Savannah

“Just one more time.” I start kissing his neck as he tries to push me away with one hand while pulling me to him with the other one.

“Baby.” He rolls me to the side, and the way he says my name, I know that I’m going to win this one. “It’s been seven times.”

“Well, that’s bad luck,” I say, smiling at him. Leaning forward, I kiss him. We spent the day in bed, getting up just after noon to eat something, and that went out the window when I bent over in front of him and the T-shirt I was wearing rode up over my ass, giving him a clear way to sink into me. I held on to the counter for dear life, and I loved every single minute of it. I always thought sex with him would be amazing, especially after I used to hear the women boast about him, which I know were all lies now. “Things are always better in even numbers.”

“Is it now?” he says as I reach between us and grab his hard cock in my hand. “God, I don’t think I have the energy.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I got this,” I say. I laugh and go under the covers and take his cock in my mouth and by the time we finish, not only do I start on top, but it ends with him holding the headboard this time and pounding into me.

“God, I thought the last time was good,” he says when he rolls off me. “I was wrong.” I laugh now, getting out of bed and going over to the bathroom. “Where are you going?”

“To clean up,” I say over my shoulder. “Take a shower.” He throws the sheet off him and gets up to come with me. His cock is still semi-hard, and his legs thick and full of muscle. “Where are you going?”

“Someone needs to wash your back.” He smacks my ass as he walks by me to the shower.

“The last time that happened, we almost flooded the bathroom.” I point at the tub.