Southern Storm (Southern 3)

“Fuck, I want to sit on this cock,” she says, moving her hand up and down. “So bad.” She puts her mouth over my cock, and I let her play for a little more, and when I’m about to come, I grab her hair and pull her head back. “I’m not done,” she moans, and before she says anything else, I swallow her words.

“I need a condom,” I say when I finally let her mouth go, the both of us panting with need. My cock so ready to sink in her.

“I’m on the pill,” she tells me. “And I haven’t been with anyone since.”

“I haven’t been with anyone in eight years,” I say, and she just looks at me. “No one was you. I stopped trying.”

She moves over to the middle of the bed, and I crawl over to her. “Make love to me.” She opens her legs for me. I hold my cock in my hand and rub it up and down her slit. She’s so wet and ready for me.

Her eyes watch my every single move. “Do you want to put me in you?” I ask, and she reaches out, grabbing my cock and placing it at her entrance. I slide in the head of my cock, and both of us just sigh. I fall forward, placing my hands by her head. Her hand reaches for my elbow and moves up to my shoulder and then my neck. She tilts her head back the same time I put my head down to kiss her. I slide my tongue into her mouth the same time I bury my cock into her. We swallow each other’s moans, then she pulls back to say my name and opens her legs wider, but one of my hands blocks her. I sit up on my knees now, my cock not moving from inside her.

“You need to move,” she says as she adjusts herself for me. “I need you to move.” Her words come out breathlessly. I put one of her legs on my shoulder and fall forward again, putting my hands beside her hips and going even deeper than I thought I could.

“Beau.” She calls my name again, and this time, I move in her. My hips move up and down, playing with her clit at the same time, as I pull out and slowly enter her again. I try to go as slow as I can, but when she puts her hands on my neck and looks me in the eyes, her voice comes out in a pant. “Harder.” She tries to lift her hips off the bed to meet my thrusts, but I slam into her and then move my hips up and down, teasing her clit again. I bend my head, putting my forehead on hers as I slam into her over and over again. Our lips touch sometimes, and when they do, she slides her tongue into my mouth.

“Right there,” she says every time I slam into her. Each time harder and harder. “I’m going to,” she says, and I slam my mouth on hers. Our tongues tangle together while she spasms over my cock, and I empty myself in her. I bury my face into her neck, trying to get my breathing under control. She wraps her arms around me and hugs me close to her.

“How much time between?” she asks, and when I get up and look at her, she is smiling.

“What do you mean?” I ask, leaning down and taking her lips in a kiss.

“I mean, I could go again now.” She squeezes my cock with her pussy. “From the feel of it …” She squeezes me again. “You are also good to go.”

I move out of her and slam into her again, my cock still rock hard. “I think I’m good to go also.”

“Good.” She rubs her hands up my back. “It’s my turn to ride.” The last word is drawn out in a long moan. She wiggles under me, and I take my cock out of her. She gets on her knees now in front of me and shocks me when she leans over and takes my cock into her mouth all the way to the base.

“Fuck,” I say. My hand goes to her head, and my hips move on their own. I see her ass wiggling side to side, so I lean over and smack her ass. She just moans through it.

“Are you playing with yourself?” I ask. When she nods, I think I’m going to shoot down her throat. She lets go of my cock.

“Sit down with your head against the headboard,” she tells me, and I look at her. “I’ve thought about this for many years.”

“Have you?” I ask. My hand reaches for her pussy. I put two fingers in her, and she moans. “How many times?”