The way her tight cunt squeezes around my cock is incredible. She fits me perfectly, like a glove. I’ve never wanted a woman so much in my life. I don’t know what it is about her, but she must have a fucking kryptonite pussy because the moment I saw her I wanted her.

Maybe someone drugged that liquor bottle because every sense is heightened, and euphoria rips through my veins.

I’m on the brink of exhaustion, but the drive to feel her come all over my cock urges me on. I want her greedy, hot pussy milking my cock of every last drop when I shoot my load in her and claim what’s mine.

I flip her over and hold her hips in place as she rides me. Right when she gets into a rhythm, I thrust up as hard as I can. Her eyes go back in her head as she clenches around me. The feel of her arousal spilling down the sides of my legs does something to me. My balls tighten and lift. I hold it back with everything I have. Finally, my cock kicks hard, and I blow right up in her tight hole, filling her completely.

Her gorgeous eyes flutter open as she collapses on my chest.

I trace a finger along the soft curves of her back. “That was—”

“Wrong.” She lifts up, and a look of horror washes across her face. “I have to go. Oh my god I can’t believe I fucked you.”

“You know it was good.” I quirk my brow at her, leaning up on my elbow as she struggles to get dressed.

“Yeah, it was—fuck.” She scrambles for part of her outfit. “I don’t normally do this.” She waves a hand between us.

“Do what? Fuck a stranger like a champ?”

“Sleep around on the job. And I wouldn’t call it the best of my life.” She smirks.

It’s all for show.

“Please. Your pussy is begging for more already.” I stroke my dick, and her mouth practically waters.

She shakes her head and looks away. “I need to go.” Her voice cracks and I know I almost have her where I want her.

“You need to come sit on my face.” I grin when she looks over, drops her clothes, and slinks back onto the bed.

I never lose. In the bedroom or the courtroom. I know how to run shit. Bringing this woman to the best orgasm of her life will be no different.

Laying her back on the bed, I spread her legs wide. It makes me so fucking hard when I watch my come spill out of her cunt. I massage it into her skin and flick her clit with my tongue as she spreads her pussy lips for me.

In one long lick, I sweep my tongue from her ass to her clit. It’s probably not the smartest thing I’ve ever done in my life, fucking a random stripper who was meant for my brother at his bachelor party. Right now, though, I’m too caught up in the moment. Too tangled up in her to care.

I slide a finger in, hitting her spot just right as my tongue strokes across her.

Her hips arch up off the bed and I increase the tempo.

The last thing I remember is her fingers in my hair and her baited breaths as her orgasm rolls through her body.

* * *

My head pounds when I come to the next day. I don’t recognize my surroundings and stumble from the bed in search of a bathroom. I’m about to race like a pisshorse. Yeah, I say it backward because I find it funny.

I fumble with the light switch, falling into the open doorway of the private bathroom.

Slapping some water on my cheeks, I try to remember where the hell I am and what I did last night to have my tongue so damn sore. I uncap the toothpaste and squirt some on my finger and rub it across my teeth. My tongue feels dry as sandpaper.

Catching a glimpse of my disheveled appearance in the mirror, I do a double take at the lipstick marks on my throat.

When I walk back into the bedroom, the only trace of another person is some dark sparkly sequences on the white rug.

What did I drink last night? Everything is a blur.

Downstairs in the kitchen I run into Pike.

The night before rushes back to me in a blurry haze. Strippers and liquor.

“Wondered what happened to you.” He eyes me over the top of his newspaper.

“I think someone drugged me.”

“Hah. Lot of drugs floating around last night. Not entirely out of the realm of possibility.” He snickers into his coffee.

“It’s not funny, dick.”

“Relax. You didn’t die.”

My skin blazes where the lipstick-stained bruise covers my neck. “At least tell me she was hot.”

He nods. “People weren’t too happy about you stealing their entertainment.”

I nod and slowly pour myself a cup of coffee. I feel fucked ten ways to Sunday. I don’t even know what day it is right now.