I hooked my finger beneath them and groaned. Silky wetness waited for me in there. I slid my finger up and down a few times.
She ripped them down her legs and kicked them off, then grabbed my shirt and hauled me closer. Suddenly her tongue was in my mouth and her pussy was hot and ready for me.
I shifted my weight, trying to line up my cock with her opening, but I lost my balance and toppled over. Damn it. I couldn’t be too drunk to fuck her. I was hard as steel. If the room would just stop spinning for a fucking second, I could get this done.
She whimpered something that sounded like fuck me now. I sat up and manhandled her, rolling her onto her stomach. Then I grabbed her hips and lifted her ass in the air. Kneeling behind her, I drove my cock in.
The rush of sensation almost knocked me over again. She was so hot. So wet. So tight around me. I held her hips and thrust into her, slamming my cock into her pussy.
So fucking good.
She arched her back and I reached up to grab a handful of her hair. Oh yeah. Now I had her right where I wanted her.
I plunged into her, yanking on her hair, my dick sliding through her wetness. She cried out a steady stream of yeses while I fucked her as hard as I could. I was an animal—grunting, muscles flexing. I couldn’t remember where I was or how I’d gotten here. I just knew that this was fucking awesome.
Her pussy clenched around my cock and I grunted again. She arched harder, moaning, and her inner muscles pulsed. I slowed down, thrusting with her rhythm while she came all over my dick.
Hell yes. Not too drunk to make her come.
The room tilted, and I closed my eyes to keep from falling over. The tension in my groin skyrocketed, heat and pressure building. My back stiffened and I drove into her again, sinking my cock in deep.
I exploded inside her, coming so hard my consciousness faded. I just kept thrusting, plunging in and out of her while my cock throbbed. The hot pulses of my orgasm kicked the breath from my lungs and by the time it was over, I wasn’t sure if I could take any more.
Fuck.
I slid out of her and she slumped onto the bed, like she couldn’t hold herself up anymore. I certainly couldn’t. My sense of balance was gone, and I fell onto the mattress next to her, my vision going black.
I woke up in a dark room. Where the fuck was I?
Still too drunk. Couldn’t think.
Shirt was on. No pants. Where were my pants? Groaning at the way my head swam, I rolled over. Somehow got to my feet. My pants were on the floor, so I grabbed them and tugged them on. Took a few tries.
Too fucking drunk.
Wait, had I fucked someone tonight?
Blinking, I looked around. The room was empty. Bed made, although the covers were rumpled. No one was in here, so I probably hadn’t.
Confused, I grabbed my dick through my pants. It really felt like I’d fucked someone. And why had my pants been off?
But maybe it had been a dream.
A really good dream. But still a dream.
And I took my pants off all the time. That wasn’t weird.
I was too drunk to know for sure, or to figure out why I was in someone’s bedroom in the first place. I had a vague memory of Levi telling me I should go lie down. Maybe I had.
Whatever. I needed to find my phone.
It was hard to keep my eyes open as I stumbled out of the room. Where was my phone?
I just needed to call Levi for a ride.
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Broken Miles: Chapter 1
Roland
All your shit’s gone, and I’m just trying to figure out what the hell happened.
~Text from Roland, four years ago
They wanted a damn miracle. I looked over the email again, already formulating a strategy. What my boss was asking for was tough. But, as the saying went, that was why they paid me the big bucks. I was the youngest CFO in Dimension, Inc.’s history for a reason.
I was