Page 57 of The Southern Thirst Trap

A loud thwack sounds as his palm connects with my ass and I let out a yowl of pain, trying to jump forward, but he holds me in place.

“Shut the fuck up and take that cock like a good girl.”

My body clenches around him, my eyes rolling in bliss even as I whimper, and he smooths his palm over the raw spot on my cheek. He continues the punishing rhythm that has him bottoming out, his hips connecting with my ass on each thrust that rocks my entire body.

“Look at your cunt, taking my cock so well,” he grunts out as he slams into me. “You look so pretty.”Thrust.“Stretching around me.”Thrust.“Dripping for me.”Thrust.“Put those pretty fingers to work.”Thrust.“Touch yourself.”Thrust.“So you can come apart.”Thrust.“While I ruin you.”Thrust.

I moan and unclench one hand from the death grip I have on the duvet that is keeping me from being thrust across the bed and inch my arm under my body, finding my clit and circling. He pushes my hips lower, widening my knees, and drives into me from a new angle, hitting that sensitive spot every time he bottoms out, and I start to see stars as my body tightens around him. I begin to shake, my knees trembling with the effort to keep me upright, and damn does it feel good to take all of him like this. I make a sound I can only call mewling while my pussy spasms, locking up tight around Zander’s cock, the breath freezing in my lungs for a heartbeat before the orgasm tears through me, and I scream loud enough I’m sure the neighbors three floors down can hear me.

Another flash of lightning and boom of thunder shakes the room, joining me in my cry of release, and I think that the storm is as relieved as I am that Zander is back in my life and I’m in his bed. I bite down on the duvet as the waves keep washing over me, Zander relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure. With a groan, he buries himself deep and comes, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.

He collapses onto my back, tracing kisses across my shoulder, wrapping his arms around me, lacing our fingers together, and squishing me into the mattress in the most divine way, like he knows I want to be entangled in him even now.

“How’s that smart mouth now? Throat a little hoarse from screaming? I don't know what was louder, you or the storm.”

“Me. Definitely me,” I groan, voice scratchy from the effort as I snuggle harder into him. “Why do I keep falling in love with you during lightning storms?” The thought slips out before I can catch it, and he wraps me up tighter, as if he likes hearing those soft words I’m barely able to breathe now as the storm rages outside the penthouse windows.

“It’s because we’re electric, baby. We’ll always set the sky on fire when we give in to each other. Now maybe you’ll know I’ll love you until the atmosphere can no longer muster the energy to crack the sky open with light and heat and sound to match how I feel. I’m going to love you forever, Lowe, and every time you see lightning, you’re going to know the absolute power of my love for you.”

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The Atlanta Haute List

Knox Sidelined As Billionaire Proves He Can Do Repeats After All

Ourfavoriteplayboybillionaire,Zander Olsen, has finally found a woman he wants more than once, and it’s none other than social media sensation, Harlowe Sorenson. The two were seen getting extra cozy at an Atlanta restaurant, Brick and Barley, last night while out with friends, celebrating with cocktails and some longing glances. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other in a PDA-filled evening that ended with the pair leaving together in the rain, despite arriving separately *SWOON*. We guess all of that tension finally built up to a boiling point. We do love the explosive chemistry the pair seem to have, and the photos. Y’all. We can feel the pining these two have for one another just from looking at the submissions our Hauties in the know rushed to send in.

While Zander is a notorious player known for a steady stream of one-night stands, we have been speculating about the potential for a relationship between these two since they were initially linked. A flight manifest for a two-week vacation the pair took five years ago was our only clue as to their previous history, but it gave us just enough to build a case for #Zaddygate. There was little to go on other than tension-filled public arguments that we can only expect centered around Harlowe’s carefully guarded son, whose father has always been a mystery. Is he Olsen’s? Did Olsen even know about the boy? Zaddy Zander really rings a bell for us, but we want the real answers!

The pair appearing cozy now makes us think they reconciled whatever issues may have separated them five years ago after their brief fling (though it was long by Olsen’s standards). If Zander is Harlowe’s baby daddy, this would make for a very happy family reunion indeed.

However, we can’t simply overlook Harlowe’s most recent flame, Atlanta Condors tight end, Knox Contraire. They were seen together just a week ago at the Elysium Garden Project fundraiser gala, hosted by Hayes and Paige Olsen, Zander’s brother and sister-in-law. Reports from that evening mention quite the commotion, with the Olsen brothers having a very public argument after Harlowe went running out of the room, with Zander following shortly after. The two returned together after a suspiciously long time to rejoin their shared table (awkward, much?). Could this be when things started to turn in favor of Olsen, and Contraire was losing his girl? Was their split amicable, or does he have some less than pleasant feelings about being pushed out of Harlowe’s life, and ahem, bed, by the bad boy billionaire? All is quiet on that front, but you know we’ll be on the hunt for more clues for our Hauties. Click Like and Subscribe for all the haute gossip!

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Zander

“Kanisarekcamebackjustlike you said,” Hayes snarls when I walk into the boardroom. “They called last night after you left and started renegotiating. They didn't even wait a full day.”

“I told you they were hungry and needed us.” I slide into a chair opposite him and take the coffee Weiss hands me with the contracts for the deal that is now back on the table.

“Why didn't you answer my calls? We could have used you to close the deal right then. That’s how eager they were. Instead, we had to push it off and now they’re asking for more,” he says with a cold inflection that’s even harder than usual.

Fuck. This is the sacrifice Olympus demands of me. If it’s not first in my life, it commands even more. But Harlowe deserved my undivided attention last night, so I turned my phone off. She deserves everything and more. “I had more important matters to attend to.”

Hayes levels me with a look that could melt steel. “What the fuck was more important than this deal that would get your fucking engines in the skies on your stupid jets before our damn competition after this nightmare of a cyber attack?” he asks, quiet and deadly, just as Payton enters and looks between us.

“Oh, this will be good. Please, Zander, explain now that I’m here to witness Hayes beat the shit out of you for costing us a few million,” Payton says, putting his elbows on the conference room table and propping his chin on his hand as his vivid blue eyes bounce between Hayes and me. The fucking meddler at his middle child best.

“I was celebrating my future wife’s success. She hit the bestseller list with her cookbook and was offered a cooking show,” I say, seriousness keeping my tone warm and even, pride in every word.

“Harlowe? Your future wife?” Payton laughs, slapping his hands on the table. “I saw the Atlanta Haute List story that you took her home last night. I know we suggested you play nice for the company image, but I didn’t expect you to take it this far. Is fucking her so good you asked her to marry you, even being a repeat?”

“She’s the best I’ve ever had. I haven’t asked her yet, but I’m marrying her as soon as she’ll let me, so get used to the idea.”

I’m not ashamed to admit it. I love the idea. Now that I have her back, I don’t want to let her go. I didn’t even want to take her home last night. I wanted to keep fucking her in my bed, keep her next to me all night, and wake up with her in my arms this morning and every morning after, but she wanted to be home when Hendricks woke up.

Hayes is looking at me like I’ve sprouted extra heads. “Do you have a syphilis fever or something? What the fuck is wrong with you? Marriage? You? Is it the kid? You don’t do attachments or repeats. How did marriage even enter your vocabulary? Please enlighten me, because this isn’t you.”

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