Fuck it. I'm taking Carrie for mine. I don't care if it's a disaster of an idea. I don't care if she slaps me for my efforts. Her lips, her eyes, the way that sexy lace clings to her breasts…I can't help myself. I want her. Here, now, and up against the wall.

I kiss her. Hard. My tongue dives between her lips, exploring her perfect mouth. She presses up against me, her tongue darting across my teeth. Fingers slip into my hair, tugging at the strands. She murmurs something against my lips, sending a thrill through my body.

Nothing in her response says no. Quite the opposite. The way she slides up against me screams out a yes.

She climbs on top of me, grinding against my throbbing dick. My hands move up her back, feeling her hot skin underneath my palms. Her curves are soft and full in all the right places, and it's all I can do not to rip off all her clothes in this grimy photo booth.

As her ass continues to pulse against my crotch, her hands slide up to rest on my neck. Excitement flickers in my chest. I have no idea where this is going, but I sure as hell want to find out. Logic momentarily pushes through the fog of lust, reminding me that this isn't the kind of thing I should do.

But I don't fucking care.

Not when I have the most gorgeous woman alive riding me like a fucking animal.

"Time for you to get rid of this tie," she says with a sly curve to her lips. "I think I've done my best to prove to you why shots are the best."

"Oh, did you now?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. But I one hundred percent agree. So far this night has been one hell of a ride, and I can't say the same for nights when I have several glasses of the expensive stuff.

"You tell me." Her movements slow, and she wraps her arms around my neck as she leans back to look into my eyes. "Do you get a lot of women throwing themselves at you in dark corners when you've been sipping on champagne." Quickly, she closes her eyes. "Wait, actually. Don't answer that. I don't think I want to know."

I slide my hands around her ass and squeeze. "I don't, Carrie. Trust me. I love women. But I've never been the kind of guy to sleep with everyone he meets."

"Really?" she whispers. "And why is that?"

I shake my head, not even sure I know the answer to that myself. "It just doesn't feel right to me. Besides, I think I might be picky. I don't want to fuck just anyone."

"How picky?" she asks as she begins to move against me again, slowly, carefully grinding her sweet pussy against my dick. We're fully clothed, of course, which makes her movements a little less intoxicating than they could be. I'm going to have to remedy that. As soon as humanly possible. "Does that mean you don't want me to do this anymore?"

"Fucking hell, Carrie," I growl. "I never want you to stop."

Her entire body shudders, and her grip around my shoulders tightens. With a groan, I let go of my last remaining shreds of self-control. I yank her shirt over her head and take her breast between my lips, shooting my tongue around her swollen nipple. I grip the other tight in my hand, squeezing hard enough to cause a yelp of surprise.

I fucking need her, desperately, and her cries only drive me even closer to the edge.

"Take off your pants," I order, intoxicated by lust and cheap tequila. "Boss's orders."

With a shy grin, she climbs off of my lap before shimmying out of her tight little jeans. My eyes widen, and I whistle lowly, the sound getting drowned out by the jukebox's stereo. In my mind, I'd pictured a perfect body underneath her clothes. I hadn't been fucking wrong, that's for damn sure.

If anything, she's more than perfect, if that's even possible.

"Good girl," I murmur as I unzip my pants and bring out my dick. It's hard and heavy in my hands, so fucking ready to be inside Carrie's hot body. "Now climb back onto my cock."

She obeys me without an argument, such a contrast to how she's been all damn day. Truthfully, I like it when we fight, but I sure as hell like this even more.

Carrie climbs on top of me, and slowly sits on my rod. Her slick, hot walls engulf me, making fucking stars dance in my eyes. Holy shit, she feels good. Tighter than I thought she would be, and so wet that my whole dick is slick with her sweet milky juice. God, I want to lick that pussy. I could spend all night tasting her, flicking my tongue against her clit.

But right now, she's fucking me, and I'm already gasping with the need to squirt. She bounces on my lap, my dick hitting the back of her tight wall. I dip my hand between us, flicking my finger against her wet clit. She moans so loud I swear the whole bar will hear. But I don't fucking care, and neither does she.

She shudders against me, coming hard and coming fast. Faster than I'd expected. Her body twists and writhes as she grasps my hair tight in her hands. Panting hard, she falls against my chest, a dazed smile donning her lips. God, this makes me feel like a man, making her come so hard and so fast.

"Holy shit," she breathes. "I guess I needed that."

"No kidding, Carrie." I draw light circles on her back as she catches her breath. "You practically gushed the second I touched you."

She blinks up at me, almost shyly. "Does that mean it's time to go to the next bar?"

"No fucking way. I'm not done with you yet." I lift her from my lap and flip her over so that her ass is sticking high in the air. I slide my finger down her back, down her cheek, across her soaking pussy, before tracing slow and sensual circles around her second hole. She shudders, trembling as I flick my finger closer and closer to that hole.

"Has anyone ever fucked you in the ass before?" I ask almost too low for her to hear. Her ass is so fucking perfect, all I can think about is ramming her with my swollen dick from behind, taking her in every way I possibly can.

"No." She trembles, lifting her butt higher in the air. "But I want you to be the first. Please."

I don't need any more encouragement than that.

My dick is still coated in her juices, so I easily slide into her ass. It's so tight that I almost explode right then and there, but I force myself to hold back. I don't want to cum fast, at least not as fast as that. I want to feel her for as long as I possibly can. And oh my fucking god does her ass feel like a wonderland.

A wonderland only for me.

I start slowly, dipping my cock in and out of her sweet little hole. She cries out, pressing her hands hard against the wall of the photo booth. In a million years, I never would have put me here and now. In this bar, with this woman, having anal sex in the dirtiest of ways.

But right now, I like it dirty.

All I want is dirty. As dirty as we can fucking get.

My hips pick up speed, the need pouring through me overtaking my mind. I pound into her fleshy mounds, grunting as I feel her squeezing tight around my needy cock. I can't stop. Not now. I'm so close I can barely see straight. But I can't come unless she does, too.

I reach around and rub her clit, feeling my desire flip to maximum with her juices coating my fingers and her body trembling under my hand. It's all I can fucking take. My balls squeeze, and my cock explodes, seed pouring into her ass and dripping down her cheek.

It's the single best night of my fucking life, and it's not even nine o'clock yet.