Quit Bein' Ugly (The Southern Gentleman 3)

I looped my arms around his shoulders and leaned forward so that I could press my mouth to his.

He took advantage of my closeness and pulled one hand from my ass to bury in my hair.

Holding me there as he took my mouth at the same time he took my pussy, I could do nothing but moan into his throat at the dual sensations.

My clit was all but bursting to be touched, and there was a pressure building inside of me that I hadn’t felt for a very, very long time.

Something that I’d never felt while with a man.

He pulled away, both of us breathless, and stared into my eyes.

“Move,” he whispered gruffly.

I moved, unable to help myself.

I rode his cock in slow, precise movements.

Croft was tall, which meant that the only thing that could touch the floor were the very tips of my toes.

I couldn’t slam myself down like I wanted, which also meant that he was having to do some of the work.

He grunted with each thrust down and subsequent tug up.

His eyes were on my face, and he was reading me like a book.

Each shift of his hips, he’d watch to see how that affected me. He’d feel the way my pussy squeezed his cock.

And when he tilted his hips back, it caused his cock to rub something in the front of my pussy, and things started to go downhill.

Or, uphill if we were being technical.

I was being catapulted toward something that I wasn’t sure I was ready for.

My clit was throbbing, my nipples were so tight that they actually hurt, and I had the urge to scream.

Only, in the back of my mind, I knew that I couldn’t. Again, I was in a public restroom.

I was having sex in a stall in the courthouse.

People could come in at any second.

Yet, that didn’t stop me from doing it.

That only made me all the hotter.

The thought that someone would come in, that someone might walk in and know what we were doing, was just the push I needed.

Eyes on Croft’s, I felt it take me over.

Pulsing waves started to ripple over my pussy as my orgasm burst over me. I clenched down hard on him, causing him to grunt in surprise, and then I didn’t remember anything more because my brain just… shut down.

The only thing left was feeling.

The way my pussy stretched so deliciously wide around him. The way I was so wet and slick. The way he was rubbing that perfect spot inside of me. All of it added up until I was one lost, feeling really fucking great, girl.

Peripherally, I heard him grunt in surprise, whether it be at my orgasm taking over, or his taking him over, I didn’t know.

But when I finally came down off that perfect high, it was to find him staring at me in awe.

“What the fuck was that?” he breathed, voice ruggedly wicked.

“I don’t know,” I panted.

I really didn’t.

What I just experienced? That was the hottest thing I’d ever felt in my life.

It was only after, when our breathing was labored, and I was realizing what kind of mistake we might have just made, that I thought about his shoulder.

“Oh my God,” I said, pulling my hand away. “Are you okay?”

I’d been resting so much of my weight on his shoulder that there was no way that it didn’t hurt.

“I’m fine,” he answered easily. “I didn’t even feel it until just now.”

My stomach rolled. “Let me take a look.”

He allowed this, pulling away and allowing me to tug his shirt loose before slowly easing it down the length of his affected arm.

I peeled back the gauze and tape, seeing instantly that the arm looked fine.

Well, as fine as my limited medical knowledge allowed.

“Are you sure I didn’t hurt it?” I asked.

“It hurts, don’t get me wrong,” he said just as the bathroom door opened. “But…”

I instantly lifted up my feet, feeling his still hard length surge back deep inside of me. I curled my legs around the small of his back, and he grunted as his eyes went wide. Not because of any pain, but because of the deepness in which he’d just been seated inside of me.

I almost let out a small moan to go with it, but managed to bury my face into his good shoulder.

My pants were on the ground, and so were my shoes. But luckily you couldn’t see them thanks to the pants laying on top of them.

Croft’s hands tightened on my hips, and I knew that he liked the deep position I now found myself in.

I felt his cock flex inside of me, and it took everything I had not to let out a delicious moan at the feel.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered into my ear.

Then he slowly started to rock me, back and forth, on his cock. He’d just come, but you wouldn’t be able to tell by the hardness of his cock, and the way he filled me full to bursting.