Happy pulls my feet up, clamping my ankles together as he fucks me so hard, I feel him absolutely everywhere.
“Here it comes, baby! Here it fuckin’ comes,” he promises,crying out, his face twisting with a conflicting combination of pleasure and pain when his body goes rigid.
“Oh, yes!” I cry out, the feel of him pulsing hot inside of me ripping another orgasm from my body and making my back arch up off the bed with a scream before Happy lets go of my legs and collapses on top of me in a mess of breathless pants and boneless limbs.
“Fuck,” Happy breathes out after a moment, pushing up onto one elbow and looking down at me, his eyes roving my face.
“Such a good fucking boy,” I say through my own panting breaths, gently touching his cheek.
At his favorite praise, he crashes his lips against mine, kissing me with fervor, his hand finding its way to my over-sensitive core, fingers gentle as they drag up and down my slit.
Breaking our kiss, Happy’s gaze trails down my body, and I feel his fingers collecting the cum that’s seeping out of me, only to push it back inside, and I gasp out because holy shit no one has ever done that before. “What?—”
He flashes me an almost feral grin. “I wanna see you walking around at the wedding in that sexy red dress,” he gruffs, pressing a whisper-kiss to my lips. “Watching every asshole look at you, and know that my cum is still buried deep inside of that perfect cunt. Where it fucking belongs.”
“Happy,” I breathe out against his lips, raking my nails through his hair as I pull him closer. “I need you… again!”
With a low growl, he kisses me deep, climbing on top of me again, giving me exactly what I need.
CHAPTER 39
HAPPY
“Ihope you know that I am totally risking a UTI right now,” Hannah whispers into my ear as we sit in the back of the car.
She’s referring to the way I fucked her again in the shower, filling her pussy even more. But what can I say? I love the thought of her perfect cunt so full of my cum, it dripping out of her and making a sticky mess of her pretty thighs. I’m a fucking animal for this woman, I swear to God.
I flash her a devious smirk, my hand squeezing her bare thigh through the high slit in her dress. And when I trail it upward, I notice the way her chest hitches, hearing her shuddering exhale when my pinky skims her pussy through her sheer thong. I’m forced to close my eyes to steel myself because fuck me.
Leaning in, I graze the shell of her ear with my lips, whispering, “So warm…”
Hannah clamps her bottom lip between her teeth, spearing me with a look I assume is supposed to be a warning but is actually adorable, making me sniff a laugh.
When the car rolls to a stop, I look out the window and can’t even contain my own grimace. When Hannah said her mom wasgetting married at a plantation, I assumed she was exaggerating. But this is an actual plantation. The fucking date it was in operation is right there on the goddamn sign. Gross.
“Who the fuck gets married at a plantation?” I shake my head at a loss.
“People like my mother,” Hannah mutters.
“Talk about bad fucking karma.” I unfasten my seatbelt and open the door, rounding the vehicle to open Hannah’s door.
When she hops out of the car, I’m taken aback again. This dress. The photo she sent me from the dressing room the other day didn’t do it justice. In real life, it’s stunning. When I walked out of the bathroom back at the hotel to see her wearing it, I almost fell flat on my face. A shimmering, Ferrari red that makes her tan skin pop, it skims the floor but shows off a hint of her sexy legs through the thigh-high split. And it dips low at the back, showing off those sexy fucking dimples just above her plump ass, and although it’s high at the front, the thin material skims her breasts, showing off a hint of the outline of her perfect nipples.
“You look…” I trail off, unable to find the words because perfect doesn’t even cut it.
Smiling, she steps up to me, running her hands down over the white shirt I’m wearing under my black Tom Ford, stopping at my belt buckle and giving it a teasing little tug. “You don’t look so bad yourself…”
I lean in and press my lips to the skin just below her ear, taking a moment to breathe her in while also teasing her with my mouth. “I want you again already.”
Pulling back, Hannah flashes me a mischievous smirk that goes straight to my dick. But she says nothing, just grabs my hand, links her fingers through mine, and leads me up the path to where attendants are waiting with trays of champagne.
“Thank you,” Hannah says sweetly, accepting a glass. She glances at me, but I wave a hand, declining, and she winks, leading me around to the back of the property where everyone isgathered beneath a giant weeping willow entangled with Spanish moss, a string quartet set up in the corner playing a tune I’ve never heard before.
My brows knit together as I scan the crowd, noticing everyone dressed in light colors—pastels, tans, and florals. And, as if the crowd has just noticed how much Hannah and I don’t fit in with our red and black, they all turn to gape at us.
“Baby Draper?” I say out the corner of my mouth, side-eyeing her. “Was there a dress code?”
I don’t miss the way her lips twitch with a smile as she tosses back the remainder of her champagne in one go. “Yep,” she says simply, popping the p.
