Chapter 2 Fateful Night

His lips crashed into mine, rough and hungry, his tongue shoving into my mouth as I tasted the booze on him.

I kissed back hard, my hands grabbing at his shirt while we stumbled against the wall.

Fuck, I was so drunk, everything spinning, but I wanted this stranger's mouth on me.

He yanked my top up over my head, tossing it aside, his hands rough on my tits, squeezing them hard, thumbs flicking my nipples until they stiffened.

I moaned loud, arching into his touch. 'Yeah, like that,' I gasped.

His fingers trailed down my stomach, dipping into my jeans, popping the button open and shoving them down my thighs along with my panties.

I kicked them off, standing there naked and buzzing.

He pushed me onto the bed, his mouth latching onto my neck, sucking bites that made me whimper.

Hands everywhere—groping my ass, sliding between my legs to rub my pussy lips, already slick from the heat.

I moaned deeper as he pinched my nipples again, then lower, fingers tracing my hips, my thighs, spreading them wide. 'God, you're soaked,' he growled, but I didn't care who he was.

His head dipped down, tongue flicking over my clit, making me buck.

He sucked hard on my pussy, lips pulling at my folds, tongue thrusting inside me, lapping up my wetness.

I grabbed his hair, moaning like a slut, 'Fuck, yes, eat me.' My hips ground against his face, getting wetter, dripping as he devoured me, sucking my clit until I was shaking, so close but not there yet.

Then he pulled back, unzipping his pants, his thick cock springing out, hard and veined.

He grabbed my legs, lining up, and shoved in deep, stretching my pussy wide.

I cried out, moaning as he pounded into me, balls slapping my ass with every thrust. 'Harder,' I begged, drunk and lost in it, his dick filling me up raw.

He didn't hold back, slamming his cock deeper into my pussy with each brutal thrust, the bed creaking under us as my body jolted.

My nails dug into his shoulders, scratching red lines down his back while I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

The room smelled like sweat and sex, the air thick with our heavy breaths.

I was drunk enough that the edges blurred, but every inch of him inside me felt sharp, real—his thick shaft rubbing against my walls, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

'Fuck, you're tight,' he grunted, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, yanking me up to meet his pounding.

I gasped, my tits bouncing with the force, nipples still aching from his earlier pinches.

He leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before sucking it roughly, tongue swirling around it.

The dual assault—his dick stretching me wide and his mouth devouring my breast—had me clenching around him, my pussy squeezing his length as waves of heat built low in my belly.

I bucked up against him, chasing the friction, my clit grinding against his pelvis with every slam. 'Don't stop,' I panted, voice hoarse from moaning.

He released my nipple with a pop, smirking down at me, his eyes dark and feral.

Then he flipped me over suddenly, rough hands flipping my body like I weighed nothing.

On my knees now, ass up, face pressed into the sheets, I felt exposed, vulnerable—and it only made me wetter.

His palm cracked against my ass cheek, the sting blooming hot and sharp, making me yelp. 'You like it rough, huh?' he said, voice low and commanding.

Before I could answer, he was behind me, cock nudging my entrance again.

He thrust in hard, filling me from this angle, deeper than before, his hips slapping against my skin.

I moaned into the pillow, pushing back to take more, my fingers twisting the sheets as he fucked me relentlessly.

One hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back, arching my spine while the other reached around to rub my clit in tight circles.

The pressure was intense, his fingers slick with my juices, pinching and rolling the swollen nub until I was trembling. 'Come for me,' he ordered, his thrusts speeding up, cock pistoning in and out, stretching my pussy with every plunge.

I shattered then, orgasm ripping through me, walls pulsing around him as I cried out, body shaking, juices soaking his balls.

But he wasn't done.

He kept pounding through my climax, drawing it out until I was oversensitive, whimpering.

Finally, he pulled out, flipping me onto my back again.

His cock, slick and throbbing, hovered over my face. 'Open up,' he growled, and I did, mouth wide as he shoved in, fucking my throat with shallow thrusts.

I gagged a little at first, saliva dripping down my chin, but I sucked eagerly, tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft, tasting myself on him.

His hand pumped the base while he face-fucked me, grunting with each push. 'Gonna cum,' he warned, voice strained.

I hummed around him, encouraging, and he exploded, hot spurts filling my mouth, spilling over my lips as I swallowed what I could.

He pulled out, smearing the last drops across my tits, marking me.

We collapsed then, both panting, bodies slick and spent.

But even as the alcohol haze settled, I knew this night wasn't over yet—his hand was already trailing down my thigh again, promising more.

The Morning After

My head was pounding. The light from the window stabbed through my eyelids, and every sound felt too loud.

I groaned and turned to the side—only to freeze.

Someone was lying beside me. A man.

My heart stopped.

The sheets were tangled, my dress was on the floor, and his arm was resting loosely on the bed, close enough that I could feel his warmth.

I sat up quickly, my hands trembling. What happened last night?

I tried to remember—but it was all a blur of laughter, music, and too many drinks. Nothing made sense.

I turned slightly, trying to see his face. His hair was messy, his breathing even. Just one glance, that’s all I needed—maybe it would help me remember.

But the moment he shifted and let out a small groan, I panicked.

Oh God, he’s waking up.

My pulse raced as I grabbed my dress from the floor, fumbling to put it on. My heels, my bag—where were they? I found them scattered near the couch.

Before he could open his eyes, I ran.

Out of the room. Down the hallway.

And I didn’t stop until I was outside, breathing the cold morning air, trying to convince myself that last night never happened.