Why not?

Sofia's POV 

"You might want to keep your distance from me, young man, I'm not interested in whatever kind of conversation you might try to make with me," I snapped, taking another gulp of the drink in my hand.

"Another one," I motioned to the barman. 

"You have a very strong resistance to alcohol, don't you?" He asked, taking my glass of drink from the barman.

"That isn't yours," I said, my words slurry as I moved to take the glass from him, almost falling to the floor in the process.

His arms held my waist still in place, holding me from falling to the floor.

"I think that's enough drink for tonight, young lady," He said, downing the drink instead.

"Have a driver? Or is anyone here with you?" He asked, and I shook my head, feeling the heat of the alcohol I'd just downed making me flush red.

"Just two glasses down and you're already a mess," He said, steadying me in his arms.

"I'll take care of her," I heard him say to the barman who let out a gruff response.

"Hey stranger, will you marry me?" I blurted, gripping onto his shoulders.

"Would have been nice but I can't propose to a woman who can barely stand on her own two feet.

"Pfft, I bet you can't, why... because I just got the news that I'm supposed to get married to a man I've never even seen before," I purred, snuggling closer to his shirt as he made his way to wherever.

"That's too bad, want me to marry you instead, you've met me at least," He said, readjusting my body on his arms.

"Mm mm, my father did it to save his business, I can't believe he actually did that, and you know the worst part, it's my fuckin birthday," I blurted, laughing maniacally, the sad reality that no matter how many drinks I downed, I would end up with the same fact check—to be pimped out to a man I knew nothing about.

"Happy birthday then pretty," He said, turning the knob to a room I had no idea what it was.

"I'll let you stay here tonight and when you're a lot more clearheaded and that will probably be tomorrow, you should go back home," He said, dropping me softly on the bed.

"Why? Are you also leaving me? That's not fair..." I moaned, shuffling uncomfortably in the bed.

"It'd be better if you end the night drunk than play out what's in my mind," He added, moving to leave the room when I pulled his shirt, unleaving.

"What's your name?"

"Sofia, my name's Sofia, what about you?" I asked, leaning closer to his chest.

"My name's Zack," He replied, tugging my hands off his chest but I held on tighter, staring into his piercing Hazel blue eyes, and the stars at the corner of his eyes.

My eyes caught the angel-winged tattoo on his chest, and a small smile escaped my lips, watching him gruff as he tried to avoid my gaze.

"I want it as much as you do Zack, let's do it," I muttered, but he shook his head.

"I don't know what you're talking about Sofia," He replied, pulling his shirt from my fingers.

"You're hard already Zack, I can feel your hard-on grazing the outline of my waist," I muttered, leaning in closer to my chest.

"Tell me you don't want my hands over that tattoo on your chest, you don't want me riding on that length dick that you've under those pants," I muttered, smacking my lips.

"You're drunk Sofia," He added.

"Yes, I'm, but I know for sure I want that dick of yours filling my insides tonight, I want to moan your name tonight, while you trail your hands down my waist, I've got very nice boobs too, I'd love your lips on them," I moaned, the thought of having this stranger fucking me was way more ecstatic than I thought it'd be.

"I'll take my leave now Sofia, have a good night," He mumbled and turned to leave, while I trailed my hands down his Apollo's belt, unbuckling his belt, before I pulled down the zipper of his trousers, feeling the outline of his hard cock through the thin fabric of his boxers.

He let out a groan, pulling my hands in. "You are completely drunk..." He muttered as I slipped my hands from his grip, taking out his long dick, my hands running through the length of his veiny cock.

My fingers trailed the cap of his cock, running my hands down the wetness of his cock before pulling my fingers into my mouth.

"You shouldn't do..."

His groans get muffled, as I pulled his dick into the wetness of my lips.

"Fuck..." He groaned, pulling my hair in his hands, my head bobbed up and down his cock, grazing my teeth down the outline of his cock, my hands fiddled with his balls, and I could feel his cum rising in his cock.

His hands gripped the edge of the nightstand behind him, his breath shallow as my lips continued their relentless rhythm. The groans escaping his throat were raw, and guttural, as if he was losing control with every passing second.

“Stop... Sofia…” he managed to say, though his voice was weak and laced with pleasure. His body betrayed him, hips bucking slightly toward my mouth as I continued to tease and torment him.

The warmth of his arousal pulsed against my tongue, a heady sensation that sent a thrill through me. I could feel him nearing the edge, his breathing uneven and ragged.

“Fuck, Sofia… I—” His sentence dissolved into a strangled groan as his release overcame him. I felt the heat spill into my mouth, the taste sharp and unfamiliar.

I held still for a moment, letting him finish, savoring the weight of his surrender before I pulled back slightly, swallowing every drop. My gaze flicked up to meet his, and his eyes were hooded, his expression a mix of disbelief and something deeper.

“Now will you decide to be selfish?....”