One Night To Forget Him

I stormed out of Daniel’s office building, the cool night air hitting my flushed skin like a slap. My hands were shaking, tears of fury burning in my eyes, but underneath the heartbreak, my body was on fire. The image of Daniel pounding that blonde over his desk refused to leave my mind his thick cock sliding in and out of her, her moans, the wet sounds of their fucking. It made me sick. It also made me so fucking wet I could feel my juices coating my inner thighs as I walked to my car.

Fuck him. Fuck waiting. Fuck being the good, patient girlfriend.

I slid into the driver’s seat, my tight black dress riding up my hips, and gripped the wheel hard. My pussy throbbed painfully, aching to be filled, used, and ruined. I wasn’t going home to another lonely night with my fingers and toys. Tonight, I was going to get exactly what I needed.

I drove straight to The Red Room. An upscale bar downtown known for its dim lighting, strong drinks, and people looking for trouble. The moment I stepped inside, heads turned. The tight dress clung to my curves, accentuating my full breasts and round ass. My long dark hair cascaded down my back, and my makeup was bold…smoky eyes and red lips that screamed “fuck me.” I felt powerful. Dangerous. Horny as hell.

I ordered a shot of tequila and a strong cocktail, downing the shot in one go. The burn slid down my throat, fueling the fire already raging inside me. I scanned the room, sipping my drink, when my eyes locked onto him.

He was sitting at the far end of the bar,tall, broad-shouldered, with a commanding presence that made the air feel thicker. Sharp jawline, dark hair, intense eyes that seemed to see right through people. He wore a fitted black shirt that stretched across his muscular chest. Alex. I didn’t know his name yet, but I knew I wanted him.

Our eyes met. I didn’t look away. Instead, I smiled,slow, predatory and walked straight toward him, hips swaying. He watched me approach, a dark, appreciative smirk playing on his lips.

“Rough night?” he asked, voice deep and smooth like whiskey.

“You have no idea,” I replied, sliding onto the stool next to him. I crossed my legs, letting the dress ride higher up my thighs. “My boyfriend just proved he’s a cheating asshole. So I’m here to forget him… preferably with someone who knows how to fuck properly.”

Alex’s eyebrows rose, clearly surprised by my boldness, but his eyes darkened with interest. “Straight to the point. I like that.”

“Good,” I said, leaning closer so he could smell my perfume mixed with the scent of my arousal. “Because I’m not in the mood for games. I need someone who can make me cum so hard I forget his name. Think you can handle that?”

His hand brushed my knee under the bar, sending sparks straight to my core. “I can do more than handle it, beautiful. What’s your name?”

“Mia,” I breathed, parting my legs slightly as his fingers trailed higher up my thigh.

“Alex,” he replied. His touch was confident, possessive. He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “You’re already wet, aren’t you, Mia? I can practically smell how needy you are.”

I shivered, biting my lip. “Soaked. My pussy’s been aching for days. And after what I saw tonight… I need it rough.”

We moved to a dark corner booth, away from prying eyes. The moment we sat down, his mouth was on mine….hungry, demanding. His tongue invaded my mouth as his big hand gripped my waist, pulling me against him. I moaned into the kiss, straddling his thigh and grinding my dripping core against the hard muscle there. The friction against my clit made me whimper.

“Fuck, you’re burning up,” he growled against my lips. His hand slid under my dress, fingers brushing my soaked lace panties. “No wonder you’re desperate. You’re drenched.”

I rocked against his fingers as he pushed the lace aside and stroked my slick folds. Two thick fingers circled my clit before plunging inside me. I gasped, burying my face in his neck as he fingered me right there in the booth ….slow, deep strokes that curled perfectly against my G-spot.

“Yes… just like that,” I moaned softly. “Harder.”

He added a third finger, stretching me, pumping faster while his thumb worked my swollen clit. My juices coated his hand, the obscene wet sounds barely hidden by the music. I rode his fingers shamelessly, my breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hard and sensitive.

“You’re going to cum for me right here, aren’t you?” he whispered, biting my earlobe. “Before I even get my cock inside you.”

I nodded frantically, the pressure building fast. The mix of alcohol, rage, and pure lust pushed me over the edge. My pussy clenched hard around his fingers as the orgasm crashed through me. I bit his shoulder to muffle my cry, body shaking, thighs trembling as pleasure ripped through every nerve.

But it wasn’t enough. Not even close.

I reached down and palmed the massive bulge in his pants, feeling how thick and hard he was. “Take me somewhere. Now. I need this cock ruining me.”

Alex pulled his fingers out, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean while staring into my eyes. “My place is ten minutes away. Think you can wait that long?”

“Barely,” I whispered, kissing him again, tasting myself on his tongue.

We left the bar hand in hand, my legs shaky, pussy still pulsing with need. In the cab, his hand stayed between my thighs, teasing me the entire ride. By the time we reached his apartment, I was ready to be destroyed.

And I knew Daniel would never be able to give me what Alex was about to.