for mercy, but all my blood has rushed to my cock and I can’t wait anymore.
All I can think about is claiming her, my cock slipping in and out of her until she’s screaming, panting, crying with need.
My first thrust inside her makes me lightheaded. Her body is squeezing my dick so tight. I’ve never felt like this during sex, and all thoughts of a one-night stand go out the window. I’m definitely going to need to do this more than once with her.
Her pussy is like a godsend. Warm and tight, tighter than any I’ve ever had.
As much as I want to pull back and slam into her again, the fact that she’s gone stiff makes me look down at her. Her face is pinched, brows furrowed, and she’s biting her lip like she’s in pain. She must not have fucked a guy with a dick as big as mine, and damn if that doesn’t make my ego even larger.
My muscles clench, tightening as I hold myself above her. I want this memory to be a good one for her, I want her to remember the pleasure I gave her… not the pain.
I give her a few minutes to adjust, and once her body relaxes into the comforter, I pull out halfway before thrusting back in. Her pussy is my heaven and I want to pray at her alter every fucking minute of the day.
It only takes her a few thrusts to start lifting her hips to meet mine, and knowing I’m not going to last very long—whiskey dick is not a problem I’m having tonight thanks to her—I lick my thumb and press it against her clit.
Her eyes roll back into her head when I find the right pressure and rhythm, and I can feel her body start to tighten around me even more. She was already strangling my cock, and the added pressure has my orgasm barreling down my spine. My toes curl into the mattress, and I start hammering into her with zero finesse.
Thank fucking God she comes right as I lose my grip on my control, and I let the pulsing of her body drain me dry.
Fuck. That’s the only word going through my head right now. This girl and her tight goddamn pussy have ruined me for any other woman. As I roll to one side, I vow to get her number before she leaves in the morning.
The combination of the amazing fucking sex along with the copious amounts of whiskey I drank tonight has my eyelids growing heavy.
Pulling her into my side, she curls up against me, resting her head on my shoulder and her arm across my waist, so I adjust her, putting my arm around her and pulling her tighter against me, making sure there isn’t even an inch of room between us. Only then do I close my eyes. I just need a short break… then we can start round two.
What I don’t expect is to wake up three hours later to find no trace of the woman from the bar. The only proof that she was here with me is the slight blood smear against the white sheets, which has me wondering a number of things.
Was she a virgin? She couldn’t have been, right? Did I hurt her somehow?
I can’t recall her being in pain, but then again, my memories are a blur, and I realize then I don’t know her name. I don’t know anything about her, aside from the fact that she was celebrating a new job.
I’m so fucking screwed. I let the woman of my dreams walk right out the door, and all while I was fast a-fucking-sleep.
Chapter Three
Ava
When I wake up, Mr. Serious is wrapped around me, his legs tangled with mine and his erection against my ass. My body stiffens, and I pray he doesn’t stir. What was I thinking last night? Not only did I lose my virginity, I lost it to some random guy I met at a bar and let take me home. The potential danger I put myself in starts to sink in, and my panic mounts.
I need to get out of here. If I’m still here when he wakes up, he’ll kiss me, or touch me, or do something I’m not expecting that will cause me to lose all rational thought again.
Last night was amazing… it was more than amazing. In fact, I don’t think the word to describe what happened between us has been invented yet. As wonderful