Mine to Have (Southern Wedding #1)(27)

"I’ll do that." He holds out his hand. "You get on your back, spread your legs, and get yourself ready for me." I gladly hand him the condom and fall back and spread my legs for him. I move my hand down to play with my clit as I watch him sheathe himself.

"I want it hard." I slip two fingers in me. "And fast."

"You." He crawls over to me, his cock ready for me. "Will take my cock." He slaps my clit with his cock, then rubs it up and down my slit. He slips the tip in. "How I give it to you," he says right before slamming into me.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and he pulls out and slams back into me. I feel so full. "You can do it harder," I egg him on, knowing that he always gave it to me the way I wanted it. I tilt my hips back to get him even deeper, and his balls slap against my ass over and over again. He fucks me like he’s never fucked me before, every thrust is harder than the last one, and I love every second of it. My fingers strum my clit, and when I’m about to come, he can feel it because he pulls out of me completely and buries his face in my pussy, sliding his tongue in a couple of times before slamming his cock back in. "I need," I say, and the only sound in the room is the sound of our skin slapping together. His hips thrust in and out, and he bends to bite my nipple, and it’s the push I needed to go over the edge. "I’m coming." I try to close my legs to make him stay put, but he just keeps slamming into me over and over again. I think I’m at the end of it when he pulls out and turns me over to my stomach. He grabs me by the hips and slams into me, and I come again, and this time so does he. He roars out my name as he comes into the condom. He collapses on top of me, and my eyes close. "That," I say when I feel his head touch the pillow next to me. I turn my head to see him with his head turned and his eyes closed.

He opens them, and I have never seen his eyes so clear before. "That was out of this fucking world," he says, slipping out of me and going to his back. He closes his eyes and puts one hand on his chest.

My pussy cries for him to come back. "I mean, it was good," I joke with him, and he opens one eye to look at me. "I think we can do better."

"Is that so?" He smirks at me, and I get on my knees.

"Only way to find out is to do it again," I say, and he pulls me to him.

"I see us doing that," he says, pushing the hair away from my face. "A lot more."

"Oh, really?" I say before his mouth is on mine.





"I’m going to start upstairs," I hear a woman’s voice say. "And then come and help you guys down here."

My eyes flutter open, thinking that I was just dreaming I heard voices. But when I hear someone gasp, I know it’s not a dream. "Oh my fucking God." I don’t move because I’m not sure if I’m covered or not. I don’t even know how long I’ve been sleeping, every single time I closed my eyes, we would snuggle up, and his dick would end up inside me. The last time, I collapsed on my stomach and fell asleep when he was going to get rid of the condom. My mouth feels like I have swallowed sand on the beach.

I look over my shoulder, and my eyes meet Shelby, who just stares with her mouth open and her hand moving to cover said mouth. The sound of footsteps running up the stairs has Travis opening his eyes. I watch Clarabella and Presley come to the top of the stairs and halt in their steps behind Shelby. Both of them have the same expression on their faces that Shelby has. Just Clarabella smirks at me and rolls her lips to stop from laughing out.

"Jesus Christ, Shelby," Travis hisses out from beside me. "What are you doing here?" He sits up now, and the sheet that was on his chest falls to his lap.

"What am I doing here?" she asks, shocked.

"Can the floor swallow me?" I’m shocked when I hear the words out loud. I thought I was thinking it instead of saying it. I look around to see if they heard me say what I just did.

"Someone swallowed someone last night," Presley says, folding her arms over her chest. I groan out and grab the cover and try to bring it over my head.

"Okay, all of you need to go downstairs, and we’ll meet you there."

"I’ll make coffee," Clarabella says, turning and going down the stairs.

"I’m going to go help her and discuss what we just saw." Presley steps down one step. "Come on, Shelby." She pulls Shelby beside her.

"Oh my God," I grumble, and if I didn’t want to die before, I definitely want to die now. "This is so embarrassing,” I say, getting up and holding the sheet to my chest as I get out of the bed. Panic is running through me as I look back at Travis, who is now naked, and his cock is up.

I hold up my hand to stop my eyes from looking at it. "It’s a little too late for modesty." Travis gets out of bed. "You sat on my face less than two hours ago."

"That was different," I hiss whisper at him, but the openness of the room makes my voice carry.

"It was still you naked," he points out, walking to the door and then thinking about walking out onto the balcony, and I shout his name.

"Cover yourself. It’s light out," I hiss at him, and he grabs a towel that we used when we got out of the tub sometime during the night. "And get my dress." I point at the door.

"Well, there goes morning sex," he says, wrapping the towel around his hips at the same time the phone in my purse starts to ring.