Chapter 2 Two

He swiftly removed her bra, his mouth eagerly claiming her breasts, making her cry out in pleasure.

He bit and sucked, his lips reverently worshipping her nipples. His hands slid down her ass possessively. He tore off her panties, his fingers sinking into her skin as if he owned her.

She gasped as he pulled her closer, devouring every inch of her.

His two fingers plunged into her pussy, moving quickly.

"Ahh.. Fuck!" she gasped, her body jerking in response.

His mouth remained on her breast, sucking fiercely.

Her hip rocked against his hand, desperately,

"Ah..yes.. Don’t stop. Yes, right there!"

His fingers found her needs right where she needed them. She let out a soft moan

"Bend," he commanded, his voice heavy with authority.

She obeyed.

From behind, he pushed his cock into her.

She cried out loudly. The sound reverberated through her hotel room as he continued to thrust into her faster and deeper.

He gripped her hips tighter, keeping her in place as he fucked her even harder and faster.

"Do you like my cock inside you honeybee?”

He murmured, his voice rough.

"Yes... Just fuck me," she gasped, breathless.

And he did.

"F-fuck...!" she whimpered. "Don't stop..." She had never experienced such pleasure before. She had never been fucked like this... ever. He took her like he owned her, as if she were the only thing that mattered.

"Suck," he growled, pulling out of her still thick and glistening.

Without a thought, she turned and took him into her mouth, her lips enveloping the head of his cock as she eagerly and hungrily sucked.

Her tongue danced teasingly at the tip before she slid him deeper. One hand cradled his shaft while the other massaged his balls.

"Fuck… Are you a pornstar?" he gasped, his heavy eyes fixed on her as she worked him like it was her calling.

Looking up with her lips wrapped around him, she moaned softly, sucking him in deeper.

Suddenly he lifted to the chair.

He sat her on his lap. “You're going to sit on my cock and ride me till you cum understood?”

She nodded

“Good girl.” His lips found her breast sucking.. pulling and biting. He lifted her by her hip and she raised her ass for him. And then he began to push her up and down his cock slowly.

“Fuck..” He hissed out a breath, “You feel so good. Your pussy is perfect.” so wet, yet tight.. Perfect. I'm going to ruin you so bad.. You won't dare fuck another dude”

His words made her body burn and she loved it.

He wrapped his hands around her throat and choked her till she was a bit out of breath.

It felt dangerous and exciting and she loved it, it made her more horny. She grabbed his shoulder and held him closer as she rocked him faster and faster. Twisting her pussy around his cock.

“Fuck” she grunted... She trembles from the heat, her pussy itching for more..

“Fuck yourself on my cock” He growled” It's yours... Bounce on it.”

Gasping she began to rock back and forth, bouncing spreading her legs wider. Fucking herself on his cock.

She could feel him in her tummy. Deep inside. It hurt.. But in a good way.

“You're so big.”

He gripped her hips impatiently and with hunger slammed her down his cock. She screamed. He slammed harder and faster. Pounding her like an animal and she loved it.

He pulled her for a kiss as he slammed into her. His mouth found her breast as he sucked, biting her nipples savagely.

He then gripped her ass as she sucked her breast. He moved to the other nipple, sucking and biting driving her crazy.

“Yes.. more” She cried.” Fuck me harder. Harder Harder!”

“ Your wish is my command” He lifted her and lay her down on the bed as he thrust into her, deeper, faster, fucking her like a wild animal. Sweat dripping down from his face

“You're going to cum when I say so” He commanded, “clench your pussy and make sure you don't cum.”

His dark warning drove her insane matched with every stroke of his big cock slamming inside her

“Cum now honeybee” He ordered as he groaned. Both cumming at the same time.

They lay on the bed for a moment, breathless, hearts racing.

That was the best sex she had ever had

Back to the Present

Now, staring at him in the hotel room, Raven decided this was the single dumbest thing she’d ever done in her life.

“Look, whatever happened last night, it was a mistake,” she said, forcing a laugh. “We were both drunk. We had a great time. This is one of those days..”

The man stirred, opening one eye lazily. “Leaving… so soon?” His voice was low, and sleepy.,

Raven didn’t respond. Instead, she slid from the bed. Her clothes were scattered across the floor. She pulled them on in a hurry, grabbed her phone, and checked the time.

Her flight back to New York left one hours.

“I… uh… thank you… for last night,” she said finally, her voice tight but polite, a half-smile forming as she avoided his gaze.

Raven didn’t wait for a response. She tugged the mask off, placed it on the nightstand, and quickly finished dressing. Hair tousled, makeup slightly smudged

She snatched her bag, slid her sunglasses on, and hurried out the door…heart racing, cheeks burning, determined to erase the night from her memory.

The cab ride to McCarran Airport was a blur of neon lights and morning traffic. Raven pressed her forehead to the cool glass of the window, trying to compose herself. Her stomach churned with a mix of leftover alcohol, and nerves

The airport was too bright.

Too loud.

Too full of people who hadn’t woken up married to strangers.

Raven yawned, dragging her suitcase through security and telling herself she was fine. Totally fine.

Her head still throbbed from the hangover, and the coffee in her hand tasted like regret. But she was going home, and that was all that mattered.

New York.

Her city. Her sanity. Her comfort zone of deadlines, events to plan and overpriced takeout.

Not… what happened in Vegas cos what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

She slumped into her window seat, put her headphones in, and scrolled through her phone for distractions. There were photos from the trip...sunsets, cocktails, blurry city lights. Then one image made her pause.

Her heart skipped. She deleted it fast, as if the memory of last night.

“It's just sex,” she muttered. “Too much alcohol. Not even worth thinking about.”

The flight attendant smiled politely, offering her a drink. Raven took water, forcing herself to focus on the view outside. The clouds looked soft and endless, like she could bury every mistake in them.

Her mind kept circling back anyway.

To him.

She pressed her forehead against the window. “Nope,” she whispered. “Not doing this. He’s probably halfway across the state right now, laughing about the dumb tourist who couldn’t handle a champagne.”

She smiled faintly at the thought, forcing the unease away.

Of course, she’d never see him again.

That was how vacation disasters worked… You made a mess, you escaped, and you never speak of it again.

Simple.

Clean.

Erased.