Her eyes slowly traveled from the base to the swollen head, lingering there as her lips parted.
“Yessssss,” she drawled, as a drunken grin spread across her face. “That’s what I’ve been waiting on… the main event.”
She wet her lips, staring at it like she could already feel every inch.
“Come here,” she purred, before sliding two fingers inside her pussy, then slowly pulling them free and lifting them to her lips. “I need to feel what all that looks like inside me.”
Goddamn.
The sight of her sitting there with her thighs spread, her pussy wet and glistening beneath the bathroom lights, nearly made me forget how to breathe. Every slick inch between her legs looked like an invitation I had no intention of turning down.
I stepped closer, gripped her hips and yanked her forward, dragging her ass to the very edge of the counter. Her legs spread wider to accommodate me.
“You ready?” I asked, giving her one last out I prayed she wouldn’t take.
“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 feeltoofucking 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.
