Blame it on the Champagne (Blame it on the Alcohol 1)

Finally, the pink wet folds appeared, and every second of drawn out torture had been worth it because she was stunning. My dick throbbed, and I gave a quick squeeze to remind myself I’d be buried there soon.

My hands swallowed her round cheeks, the smooth skin pale under my tan fingers. She thrust back, and I couldn’t wait anymore. Using my thumbs, I pulled her apart like the petals of a flower, and without any teasing or warm-up, I swiped my tongue from her clit to her opening, shoving inside.

She cried out and squeezed, her hips pushing forward. She would have pulled away if I hadn’t gripped her so tight. With my tongue buried in her wet pussy, I reached around her hips and found the top of her slit, fingering her bundle of nerves.

“So fucking good,” I murmured against her skin between fucking her with my tongue.

She pressed down on my hand and rocked back against my mouth, searching each time I pulled away.

I lapped at every inch I could reach, sucking on her folds, licking her wet cum from where it dripped down her thighs.

She panted harder. Her legs shook, and she rocked back, riding my face. It had to be one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen.

Needing to feel the wet heat against my cock, I flicked her clit hard and shoved my tongue as deep as I could. Her hand slammed against her mouth, and her entire body vibrated with each tight squeeze of her pussy pulsing around me. Before she was even done, I worked the buckle of my pants open, desperate to free my cock. The cool breeze did nothing to calm the hot blood pulsing down my length. For once, I was grateful for the extra layer of the condom to help me last inside her. I didn’t know who this woman was, but I knew I’d think of her long after the night ended.

She’d be my moment with Verana, and I’d hold it close. I knew it was wrong to be with a woman and imagine someone else, but this whole situation wasn’t about respect and caring. It was about fucking a stranger. The illicit excitement of finding someone random and losing yourself inside them with no expectations. It could be anyone, and tonight, I wanted it to be Verana.

With one last swipe of my tongue, I stood tall, teasing between her legs, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her drenched slit.

“Please,” she begged. “Do it.”

I intended to ease in. I knew she was wet enough, but she was swollen from her orgasm, and I was big. But with her breathy plea, I couldn’t hold off. The need drummed inside me like a crazed beat. It was all I could hear—all I could focus on.

One hand gripped her hip and the other her shoulder, I lined myself up and shoved in hard. Her hand slapped back over her mouth just in time to cover her cry.

“Fuck. Shit. Shit,” she panted.

Shit. Had I hurt her? I knew the risk, but fuck, I hadn’t expected her to be so tight. Her heat clenched like a fist, and when I moved to ease the pressure, she squeezed me like a vice trying to suck me back in.

“I’m sorry. I should have given you more time.”

Her hand shot back and gripped my hip, holding me in place. “No. Please. You’re just—” she sucked in a breath. “So freaking big. But god, it feels so good. I’ll die if you stop.”

My ego grew. I knew I had a big dick, but having her stretched out, panting over it stretching her so wide it hurt, but still wanting me to fuck her made me want to beat my chest and rut against her like an animal.

I pulled out slowly until only the tip rested inside and thrust back in, my balls slapping against her. She bit the palm of her hand and pushed back every time I thrust in. Small whimpers escaped but were lost to the night before anyone could hear.

Moving my hand to her neck, I jerked her upright and moved us against the railing, the rough cement digging into her hips. Her head fell back against my shoulder, giving me the perfect view of her ruby lips parted, sucking in air.

“Better be quiet, vixen. Wouldn’t want everyone below to know how much you like having your tight pussy fucked by a stranger.”

Her jaw clenched tight like that could stop the cries of pleasure she couldn’t hold back. Her hand slipped behind us and squeezed my ass, urging me faster.

“You can try to hold back your moans, but nothing can hide the sound of how wet your tight little cunt is.”

The wet suction of my length, forcing its way inside her body, echoed around us. I knew no one could hear, but it sank into my blood and heated it further.