Hissy Fit (The Southern Gentleman #1)(54)

I felt my balls start to rise and knew that we didn’t have much longer.

“One day,” I said, pulling out and thrusting back inside. “I’m going to have control when it comes to you.”

She laughed and canted her hips, receiving my cock at a different angle, allowing me to go even deeper.

I pushed out her legs even wider and watched, amazed, at how well she took me.

“Play with your clit,” I ordered. “This sight is too pretty. I’m not going to make it much longer.”

And she did.

But it took her less than three strokes, and then she was coming.

I followed almost instantaneously behind her, the semen in my balls roiling up like an erupting volcano that’d been set to blow for years.

Every single time I took her it was like the first time.

The ripples in her pussy still amazed me. The way her face turned euphoric when she was at the pinnacle of her orgasm drew me in. But it was the way she smiled at me afterward that made me want to stay that way forever.

But eventually we both came down from our highs and my cock started to deflate.

She mirrored my thoughts, though.

“I want to stay this way forever,” she whispered.

I growled and took her mouth in a possessive kiss. “When the time comes that I ask, baby? Say yes and we can repeat this every night for the rest of our lives.”





Chapter 19


The worst part about losing your glasses is that you don’t have your glasses to help you find your glasses.

-Raleigh’s secret thoughts

Raleigh

I was in such a good mood that nothing, not one single thing, was going to make this day bad for me.

Why was I in such a good mood?

It all centered around a certain sexy football coach that had the power to bring a smile to my face even when I felt like a pile of dog poop.

That morning I’d woken up to a horrible headache that I had nobody but myself to blame, and Ezra’s big massive forearm curled around me tight.

It took only moments for memories of the night before to come back to me, and when they did, I felt like I was on top of the moon.

Until I felt the distinct wetness between my thighs that had nothing at all to do with him depositing his release there the night before.

But even then, my period arriving still didn’t put me in a bad mood.

With half-closed eyes, I began soaking my panties in Ezra’s sink—because hello, I was frugal. I didn’t throw panties away even when they deserved to be—I started searching for a toothbrush, finding one quickly in the bottom drawer in a little plastic bag that usually gets sent home when you visit the dentist.

Turning on the shower, I shucked what remained of my clothes and stepped into the spray.

It was blissfully warm, and I nearly moaned as I felt the hot water washing away the smell of sex and other things from the night before.

My hand started to get tired from where I was instinctively holding it up over the spray, so I turned and rested it on the shampoo rack that was toward the back of the shower.

That was when I saw my cast.

Everything inside me froze when I saw all the words that littered the expanse of my arm.

I turned my arm, curling it slightly in, and started to read.

I love you because you’re pretty.

I love you because you make me smile.

I love you because you laugh when I make stupid jokes.

I love you when you giggle.

I love you when you snore.

I love you when you drool.

I love you when you’re crying and not making any sense.

I love you when you drink a bottle of wine to apologize.

Over and over and over, Ezra listed out why he loved me, and by the time I was finished, I was crying.

My head felt like a million tiny jackhammers breaking it open, but I didn’t care.

My shower finished up quickly after that.

I located an emergency tampon out of my purse that I’d thought ahead to bring with me, and then, naked, I lurched for the door.

Opening the bathroom door, I hiccupped slightly as I headed back for his bed.

Still slightly wet, I threw myself at him and giggled through my tears as he yelped when my cold hair slapped against his chest.

“Jesus H Christ,” he hissed, trying to move away from the cold.

I desperately tried to move my hair away from him as I peppered his face with kisses. I didn’t even care that his breath smelled like the bottom of my shoe. This man, with his stinky breath and sleepy eyes, was all mine.

“God, but I love you, Ezra McDuff.”

***

Though my day should’ve been amazing, everything took a turn for the worse during fourth period, and it all centered around one person.

Morgan.

As if Morgan hadn’t suffered enough in his short life, he’d been hit by a drunk driver the night before, and nobody had even realized it until fourth period when the school had called to see why he wasn’t at any of his classes.

That wasn’t like Morgan at all, hence the reason I’d urged the school secretary to give his mother a call to find out where he was, and if he could get to the school by three in the afternoon to make up his test with me.

Though even if he failed the test he’d still pass, but the kid was on the path to making straight As and I didn’t want him to drop that grade any.