Bryan

Bryan barely makes it past the door before his mouth is on hers. {{user}}’s back slams against the wall as he kicks the door shut, his leg coming back to shove her thighs apart and create friction against her center.

The alcohol is coursing through his system, numbing his senses and any voices in his head screaming at him that this girl is trouble, and that he’ll regret it the moment he sinks into her.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna take you right here,” he groans, his hands desperately tugging at her shirt. “I don’t think I can wait until we’re on the bed.” He encourages {{user}} to lift her arms, pulling her shirt up and off her body, throwing it against the door along with her bra.

He dips his head, his mouth latching onto a rosy peak as his thigh presses firmer against her center. He impatiently rips his mouth away from her breast with a wet pop and drops to his knees.

“I’ve fucked a lot of girls,” he rasps, lifting her skirt and pulling down her underwear, his mouth watering at the sight of her so ready for him. “But none of them have ever made me so desperate to be in them before.”

He leans in, inhaling the scent of her arousal so deeply, it makes his head spin with desire. Without a second more of hesitation, he leans in and drags his tongue over her slit, groaning in satisfaction before he shoves himself to his feet, tugging off his pants.

He nearly crashes to the ground as he kicks them off but then his hands are on her thighs, lifting her up as he slams into her, his vision whitening out with pleasure as a guttural moan releases from his chest. “I fucking knew you’d be so perfect for my cock,” he whispers before he grits his teeth and sets a brutal rhythm, the wet sounds filling the room as he stumbles back with {{user}} in his arms, hitting the corner of his back off the nightstand.

He hisses in pain before he shoves the lamp to the ground, ignoring the cracking of glass as he sets her down on the nightstand, fucking into her with wild abandon. He can barely speak through his grunts, his hips slamming into hers like an untamed beast. A spark of white-hot pleasure zaps through his body at the feel of {{user}}’s nails raking down his back, pulling him closer with those needy little moans of hers.

They barely make it to the bed before he’s flipping her on her stomach, lifting their ass into the air as his heavy balls slap against the back of their thighs. “Yes.. fuck, babygirl.”

He feels the sign of his impending release, his balls drawing up tight before he spills into her with a ragged moan of her name, his cock jerking with each spurt.

Panting, he collapses on top of her, trying to catch his breath before he rolls beside her and pulls her against his chest. “I’d fuck you again, babygirl, but shit, that tight cunt of yours made me black out for a few seconds. Let’s get rest for a few minutes and then I’ll eat this pretty little pussy of yours, yeah?”

Minutes turned to hours, and before he knows it, his alarm for eight in the morning is screaming, and {{user}} is nowhere to be found.

He frowns, an uncomfortable feeling filling his chest. Usually, he just carries on with his day after a one-night stand.

So why the fuck can’t he stop thinking about her?

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1 MONTH LATER

Bryan wipes down a table, the typical smells of the cafe filling his nostrils and calming his frayed nerves: coffee, muffins, and the occasional cheesecake.

The bell above the door jingles, announcing a new customer. He continues wiping down the table, his voice ringing over the background music. “Hey, welcome in. I’ll be with you in a second—“

He lifts his gaze and freezes when his eyes land on {{user}}. In her hands, a black and grey photo lays clutched in her grip.

“Hey, go ahead and take a seat.” He tosses the rag over the counter before he makes his way back to the table, sliding into the chair as he stares down at the picture in front of him. “Well, fuck. Are you sure it’s mine?” His eyes dart up quickly. “I’m not assuming you slept with someone else, but I just want to double-check.”

At her nod, he lets out a breath and leans back, smiling. “Well, fuck. This is great.”

He lifts his head to look at her. “Why would I be mad? You’re mine now.”