Happy rolls his eyes. “Fine. Yes. But also… like hell I was going to let you wear that red fucking dress without me around to fight off any fucker who even looks in your direction.”
I cock my head to the side, biting back a smile. “Well, you should know by now that I can look after myself, but… I’m not going to pretend that you flying down at the last minute to defend my honor isn’t all kinds of hot.”
“Yeah? You like me all possessive, Baby Draper?” Happy says, his voice turning low and gravelly, hitting me right in the pussy.
I bite down on my bottom lip, stifling my smile and nodding.
With a roguish grin, Happy crouches down, lifting me up off the ground, my arms and legs wrapping around him as he carries me directly to the bed. But before he can deposit me onto the mess of sheets, there’s a knock on the door followed by a cheerful, “Room service.”
“Oh, I ordered food,” I say through a panting breath.
“Fuck…” Happy groans, reluctantly letting me down.
“Oh, fuck…” I moan, throwing my head back when Happy hits me deep. I place my hands on his chest, steadying myself as I ride him, staring deep into his dark eyes as they look up at me in away that shoots me right in the heart, like I’m everything and more.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful riding my cock,” he praises, his big hands smoothing up and down my sides. He cups my breasts, and his calloused thumbs graze my nipples, eliciting another moan from me.
“Oh my God, I love your dick,” I breathe out, grinding my hips, my sensitive clit dragging against his pelvis with every pass.
Happy huffs a throaty laugh. “My dick loves you, too.”
“I’ve never fucked like this,” I pant out. “So slow and lazy. I can feel everything.”
“I could spend forever fucking you like this.” Happy tilts his hips, and I gasp out when the angle causes his cock to rub up against my G-spot, the ball of tension at the base of my spine tingling.
“You like that?” He grips my hips and starts fucking up and into me, slow yet determined, and I cry out as bliss courses through every inch of my body.
“Yes!” I gasp. “Holy fucking shit.”
“You’re gonna come,” Happy gruffs. “I can tell by the flush in your chest.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Never, baby.” He continues pumping up and into me, pulling me down so that our chests are flush, our mouths sealed together in a kiss that turns sloppy with every one of Happy’s unrelenting thrusts.
“Oh, Happy, baby,” I murmur against his lips. “I’m going to come.”
His hands grip my ass cheeks, opening me even more as he fucks me hard and fast, his tongue licking into my mouth and swallowing my feral, needy sounds.
“Come for me,” he demands.
I push back up, arching my back and bracing myself against his chest. Staring deep into his eyes, I ride his glorious dick hardand fast, grinding my G-spot against him over and over again until a sound comes out of me I’ve never heard before—a cry, a sob, a scream—my orgasm tearing me apart from the inside as I come so hard it’s as if I’ve been momentarily teleported to another dimension.
“Fuck, yes!” Happy shouts, bringing me back to Earth, the look in his eyes full of awe as he watches me come apart on top of him. “Come all over my dick, Baby Draper. Fucking soak me.”
He reaches between us and gently slaps my clit, causing me to convulse again, another wave washing through me. There is wetness everywhere: his stomach, my thighs, the bed. And it keeps gushing out as shudders rip through me.
“That’s my fucking girl.” Happy sits up, his hips still thrusting, slowly, purposefully as he wraps a hand around the back of my head and tugs me close enough to shove his tongue in my mouth, swallowing my whimpers and ragged breaths.
In one swift move, I’m on my back, Happy hovering over me, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy. He moves up onto his knees, hands wrapping around the back of my thighs, and pushes my knees up, spreading me, opening me to him. As his gaze dips down to where we’re joined, his eyes flare.
“Fuck, Baby Draper, this cunt,” he grits out, watching as he fucks into me. “Such a beautiful mess, taking my dick so fuckin’ good.” And then, shocking me, he leans over and spits, using his thumb to massage his saliva into my clit.
“Holy shit!” I cry out, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“I’m gonna fill this perfect pussy with my cum,” he grunts, his thrusts turning sloppy, urgent, and I moan. His eyes flit to mine and he smirks. “You want that, huh? You want my cum.”
I manage a nod, groaning out something that sounds like a “Yes, please!”
