She sits back on her haunches, smirking up at me. “Be a good boy and lick me clean.”
I hesitate only for a few seconds before grinning at her. “Yes, ma’am.”
Climbing onto the bed, I duck down, keeping my eyes on hers as I stick my tongue out and lap at the mess on her breast, stopping to lick and suck her nipple. I move to the other breast and do the same, kissing, licking, sucking her skin and groaning at my salty, musky taste mixed with her natural sweetness.
Hannah holds me to her, her fingers gripping my hair as I suck on her pebbled nipple, biting it between my teeth and causing her back to arch into me. And when I dip my hand between her legs, feeling just how fucking drenched she is, I smile around her nipple when I slide two fingers inside her needy cunt, grinning at the way her whole body reacts.
“I need you to fuck me,” she whispers, her words frantic, pleading.
“Does my girl need her cock?” I gruff, laying my tongue flat and licking her nipple.
She nods quickly, that familiar flush creeping up her chest and throat. Fuck, she’s so close already. I love how reactive she is. I pull away from her tits, sliding my fingers out of her dripping pussy and stopping to suck them into my mouth, moaning at her taste. I move to the edge of the bed, kicking my feet off the side and sitting up.
“Climb aboard, Baby Draper,” I say, slapping my thighs.
She moves quickly, straddling me, but before she can sink down onto my already rock-hard dick, I grab her waist, spinning her around until she’s facing away from me, and our eyes meet in the reflection of the mirror on the back of my closet door.
“Spread your legs,” I whisper into her ear.
She does as I say, spreading wide, and I get the perfect view of her pussy open to me, her legs draped on either side of mine. Spreading my knees, I open her a little wider, grinning at the sight, and she shifts her hips, searching for me, obviously desperate.
I reach between us, grabbing my cock and notching it at her entrance, and suddenly she grinds back on me, both watching as my dick sinks into her.
“Oh, fuck.” Hannah groans, reaching up and wrapping her arms around my neck, her head falling back against my shoulder.
I wrap one hand carefully around her throat, coaxing her to look at me, and when she does, I seal my mouth around hers, swallowing her needy sounds as I fuck in and out of her while I strum her swollen clit. It’s slow and unhurried, lazy, and despite it being so damn erotic, it’s more than just fucking. When I pull back from her lips to look into her heavy-lidded eyes, watching her forehead pucker with need and want and everything in between, this is so much more than anything we’ve ever shared.
“Tell me you love me again,” she whispers through her panting breaths.
“I love you,” I say easily. “I love you so damn much.”
Her mouth falls open on a silent cry, her eyes rolling back into her head.
“You like that, don’t you?” I grit out. “You like hearing that I love you while I fucking own this cunt.”
She nods, biting down on her bottom lip, her hips meeting every one of my determined thrusts.
“You like that you’re the only one who gets my cum, yeah?”
“Yes,” she squeaks through a whimper.
“You like that it’s you who claimed my heart, huh?” I grunt. “You love that no one else is ever going to get me, my cock, or my heart, don’t you?”
Hannah nods again, and I can tell by the way her pussy walls are pulsing around me that she’s right there, balancing precariously on the edge. “You love me too, don’t you, Baby Draper?” I pinch her clit, hitting her harder, deeper.
“Yes,” she grits out. “I love you so fucking much, Happy.”
“Good girl,” I murmur right as she falls apart, coming hard with my cock buried deep inside her, her body convulsing as it quakes with her orgasm.
I seal my mouth around hers as I slap her clit over and over, and she practically screams into our kiss as her pussy releases, gushing out all around me, which brings me to orgasm, my cock exploding deep inside her, her cum and mine dripping out of her as we slowly come back down to earth.
CHAPTER 42
HANNAH
Happy and I showered together before he left early for practice. And I was planning on going home after he left, but then Lucky accosted me downstairs with her adorably messy post-sleep hair and her cuteBlueyonesie pajamas, and now I’m making the only thing I know how to cook—chocolate chip pancakes—while she sits on the island counter eating the surplus chocolate chips and telling me all about a dream she had last night which included a friendly crocodile and a pigeon with one leg… I wish my dreams were as vivid as Lucky’s.
Jonny is down in his studio doing whatever it is rockstars do in studios, and Allie left early to meet her friend for spin class and brunch. So, it’s just me and Lucky. And the longer it’s just the two of us, the more Lucky jabbers on about her dream, the more she and I coexist in this world together, the more I start to think about this being a normal part of my life. Me and Lucky. Hanging out. Making pancakes. WatchingKPop Demon Hunters. Giving each other glittery, over-the-top makeovers for absolutely no reason at all.
