Prologue #8
“I’ve been ready,” she purred, tightening her legs around me. “Now stop making me wait and give me what you promised.”
I gripped my dick at the base, positioning myself at her entrance. I pressed forward, feeling her slick warmth against the tip, and then I pushed inside.
“Goddamn,” I grunted, my whole body going rigid.
Every nerve ending in my body lit up at once. The heat was insane and the friction almost unbearable. There was no latex barrier between us, just us—raw and bare. Her pussy wrapped around me, gripping me in a way I’d never felt before. It was overwhelming.
Hell, almost too much.
My hands tightened on her hips as I tried to steady myself.
She gripped my shoulders, barely catching her breath.
“Fuck… my tight-ass pussy wasn’t ready for all of this! Slow down a little!”
Her eyes widened the second the words left her mouth.
“No! Ignore that! That was fear speaking, and she does not have voting rights down here. Keep going… please.”
I smirked, then I pushed deeper, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me.
She was so fucking tight and warm, her walls were pulsing and squeezing me. I’d never gone raw before. I never trusted a female enough to risk it. But drunk, reckless, and desperate me apparently didn’t care.
“Damn, ma. You feel too fucking good,” I panted, my forehead dropping to her shoulder. “I can feel everything.”
And I could.
Every pulse, every flutter, and every inch of her pussy wrapped around me with nothing in between.
I had my share of good pussy, but hers hit different. I didn’t know if it was the liquor, the way she matched my energy, or the fact that she had me forgetting that was only supposed to be one night. Whatever it was, it had me thinking beyond the moment, and that was dangerous.
I wasn’t even all the way in, and maintaining control was already becoming a problem.
I pulled back, needing a second to get myself together.
The room tilted around me as the liquor collided with the intensity of everything I was feeling. My head swam, my vision blurred, and for a brief second, I forgot where the fuck I was.
“Put it back,” she demanded breathlessly, her voice cutting straight through the haze. “Regret is tomorrow’s problem. Right now, you’re interrupting my healing.”
That snapped me back into focus.
I gripped her hips and buried myself inside her again, drawing a sharp cry from her as her head knocked lightly against the mirror and her nails sank deeper into my shoulders.
“Oh, my Gaaaaawd!” she whimpered in pleasure.
“What healing?” I finally questioned, tightening my hold on her as I kept pounding into her, each stroke harder and more personal than the last.
“This good, healing dick… the kind that makes you forget your problems and morals.”
A rough laugh left me.
“For real. You… you don’t know how bad I needed this. Shiiiiiiiiit! I needed something strong enough to drown out everything else,” she admitted, the words slipping out softer than anything she had said all night.
There it was.
Beneath the liquor, the jokes, and all that bold confidence, shawty had been trying to forget something. I didn’t know what happened before she found me, but whatever it was had followed her into that bathroom.
Shit, for half a second, I almost felt bad, like maybe I was taking advantage of the fact that she was running from something. Then I quickly remembered…
So was I.
We were both trying to escape something that night. She just happened to choose me, and I chose not to ask questions. And with the way that pussy had me locked in, pulling out wasn’t exactly high on my list of available decisions.
“I need this shit every damn day… morning, noon, and night,” she continued between broken breaths. “Prescribe it to me like medication.”
I chuckled. “See, that kind of talk is how shit gets dangerous. One minute we fucking in a bathroom, and the next thing you know, we waking up in Vegas married with matching wedding-band tattoos and no memory of who called the preacher.”
No cap.
She had the type of pussy that made niggas lose good sense and start making permanent decision.
She chuckled, tightening her arms around my neck.
“How flattering. But you don’t look like the marrying type, and I didn’t come here in search of a husband. Besides, we’re a little too far from Vegas.” Her lips brushed mine. “Keep the ring. I just wanna wake up remembering exactly why saying yes to you was the best bad decision I made all night.”
“Say less.”
I drove back into her in one hard motion, burying myself completely as loud moans and curses tore from both of us.
“Yeah… you definitely gon’ remember this shit.”
Tomorrow, when the liquor wears off, her pussy is sore, and common-sense returns, she’ll have nothing but memory and judgment to keep her company. Whether she laughs at her own recklessness or regrets every second of it with her face buried in a pillow was between her and her conscience.
I never got her name and somehow that made the memory better. Some things were perfect just as they were—raw, nasty, and completely anonymous.