Warning ⚠️
Mature audience only.
Rated 🔞
In the corner of a crowded club, August and her partner were locked in a passionate embrace, their bodies fused under the dim light. They were kissing with a desperate passion, their tongues dancing together as their hands roamed across each other's warm, bare skin. She pressed her figure into him as he wrapped his arms around her waist, and she could feel the hardness of his erection pushing against her leg, begging for some attention.
Breaking their kiss briefly, he leaned down and whispered to her, "I want you so bad. Now." Then, before she had time to respond, he turned her around and pressed her back against the wall with his weight. As he unbuttoned the tight skirt she was wearing, he pushed it up to expose the lace panties she wore underneath; they had been made even wetter by her sexual excitement, and he did not hesitate to take advantage of that.
A gasp escaped August's mouth as he ripped her panties off and thrust his heavy fingers deep inside her wet pussy without hesitation!! As she bumped against him, the inside of her vagina grabbed onto his thick fingers and held onto them, covering them in slick juices as they moved in and out of her. "God damn, you're so wet for me," he said, biting into her neck while his thumb went around and around her enlarged clitoris, sending shocks of pleasure through her body.
Each thrust of his fingers stoked the fire in her, her breath coming in quick, desperate pants, yet she needed more, wanted him to fill her completely. "Please," she begged, driving herself back against him. "Fuck me hard."
He pulled his fingers from her with an audible Pop! that sounded obscene against the pounding bass of the music playing in the background. After fumbling for his zipper, he finally freed his huge, throbbing hard-on, which slapped against her ass with every beat of his heart. Locking his hands onto her hips, he positioned himself correctly before driving forward with one swift stroke, penetrating all the way in until his balls were resting against her hot, tight body.
"Ahhh!" August moaned as she felt every inch of his massive thickness inside of her and felt the burning stretch. The only thing he did was pull back to thrust into her again. Each time his hard cock slammed inside her, mini-tremors rippled through every inch of her body. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, with her nipples hard and pressing against the rough material of her top. Her fingers found their way onto the wall
He pushed hard, deep into her and came,splashing hot jizz into her vagina, branding her as his own. They sat together, still connected as they breathed into each other with a soft exchange of air until he exited, and a stream of their combined liquids ran down her leg.
He said, "Want to round two at my place?" with a smirk as he put his penis away. August nodded in a daze, already feeling the need for him to make her melt for the next round as she left the club leaving May.
May had a plan when she arrived at the club. She sharpened her smile to a knife to snag the attention of the son of a powerful businessman who had been a friend to her godfather for many years and she was going to use every opportunity to gain his trust and that of his father so she could take what she wanted when she wanted it. Each step she took toward him was thought out and her look in his direction was a silent vow she would break in the end
Little did she realize that the club was home to more than just her quarry; there was a man lurking somewhere in the dark, watching her with a unique type of patience and intent on not being conquered but used instead. He was prepared to offer himself entirely to her, including his life, and whatever collateral damage that entailed.
As she looked around the dimly lit club, May was acutely aware of the intense bass vibrating through the floor, but she didn't care; she was only there for answers regarding her godfather's killing—not for entertainment. Therefore, to be inconspicuous, she had to wear the required "costume" that all the others were wearing.
After a moment, she spotted the bartender and placed her order for a drink for herself and a drink for the man she had just spoken to earlier, Banks, who was a smooth talker and seemed to have an overwhelming desire to ogle her body. But unbeknownst to May, her drink was not plain; it had been laced with some kind of poison by someone she couldn't see.
The glasses of the deep red wine came swirling into view before May. But there was something about how Banks was looking at her, and May wasn't at ease. She held up a glass, brought it to her mouth, and pretended to sip. She let a drop of wine touch her tongue but didn't swallow to help avoid giving any indication of suspicion. Banks placed an encouraging hand on May's shoulder, smiling at her again.
He then told her to 'loosen up' an awful lot and made his smile seem even more perfect. In a futile attempt to keep their conversation flowing for May's benefit, she took a small sip, and while the wine was still very much a light burn, it burned all the way down into the back of her throat. Quite simply, this small taste of the wine was all she'd need to continue.
Banks and May's conversations led to nowhere as they hit several dead ends concerning May's godfather's alleged connections. After an exhausting day of constantly conversing with Banks and hitting nothing but dead ends regarding the whereabouts of her godfather's alleged sources, May asked Banks for a moment alone to step away from him and headed back toward the restroom. The haze from the club hung on her like a blanket of perfume.
Once inside the separate white-tiled restroom, May splashed cold water on her face and rubbed at the smell of Banks's cologne off her arms. I will do whatever it takes to identify and find my godfather's killer, she determined
"May, come on," she whispered, pushing them both through the door. But the door creaked open behind her. A woman strode in – sharp angles, black-clad, deadly in her fluid motion entered the bathroom.Before May could even process, the assassin charged, needle glinting in the fluorescent overheads. May dodged, twisting away, but reacted in time, landing an arm lock, pinning the woman to the sink. May felt the woman struggle, her other arm waving wildly. May's leg buckled in agony as the needle bit into her meat, the hiss of the plunger pressing the dose deep.
The woman went limp, eyes rolling back as she hit the floor, unconscious. May yanked the syringe out, staring at the empty tube. Burning began the moment the medicine touched her skin, spreading through her veins like wildfire. But it wasn't poison, at least, not that kind. Her skin flushed, erect nipples straining against the fabric of her bra, an ache building between her legs. Aphrodisiac. She stumbled out of the ladies' room, vision blurring as her thighs clenched against the growing dampness between her legs
Every brush of fabric against her body sent jolts of need down as she spun and pushed toward the exit. She made it to the door, cool night air hitting her like a slap, but her legs buckled. Strong arms caught her before she hit the pavement. 'May, what happened to you?' A deep voice rumbled.
She blinked up at him, surprise cutting through the haze. How did he know her name? The man was tall, broad-shouldered, with a jawline shadowed by stubble and eyes dark with concern-and something hungrier. Her hand drifted to her thigh, fingers pressing against the seam of her skirt, rubbing desperately to ease the throbbing heat in her pussy. A whimper escaped her lips.
He didn't delay. Bending down, he swept her into a seamless pickup, and then he had her cradled in the passenger seat of the black sports car parked at the curb. Guards shouted at the entrance, but he waved them down, peeling out into the night as the city lights blurred around him. May squirmed in the seat alongside him, her hand easing beneath the hem of her dress to wander around the swollen nubbin of her clit, but it wasn't enough. The drug seethed in him, intensifying.
Moments later, he pulled up to a towering hotel—it was his, from the way the valet saluted him when he got out of the car. He scooped up May, hoisting her into his arms as he entered the lobby. Waitstaff looked away, but he growled under his breath, " Fuck, no one should be seeing you like that but me." Desire clouded his irises when the elevator doors slid shut, carrying them to the top floor
The suite door slammed shut behind them. He stepped towards laying her on the king-sized bed, the silky sheets cool against her feverish flesh. May, enthralled in the thrall of the aphrodisiac, heaved herself up against him and mashed her mouth against his. Tongues clashed furiously, her fingernails burying themselves in his shoulders as she jammed her hips against his. He wrenched his mouth away from hers, pressing himself between her legs. His hands clasped her ass, lifting her effortlessly and dumping her fully on the bed, her legs splayed wide.
"Please. help me," May panted, her voice hoarse, her body arched toward him.
His gaze settled on hers, his feral hunger bursting through. No words were exchanged as he seized the neckline of her dress and tore it apart with a satisfying rending of fabric. Her breasts burst forth, nipples erect and inviting. He urged her skirt higher, pushing aside her panties to reveal her slick flesh. He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs, his mouth closing over her clit.