“Why not?” she whined, taking his hand into hers and closing the space between them.
“I don’t want you to do something you’re going to regret.”
“Then make sure I don’t regret it.”
Between the challenge and the way she looked up at him, what little resolve Marz had started to crumble. Their ride up the elevator was spent alternating between talking shit, confirmingconsent, and nasty kisses. Though his actions with Heir that evening may have said otherwise, Marz didn’t usually operate so recklessly with women. He’d spent his whole life learning to be disciplined, in control, and logical. There was nothing sane about bedding a woman he’d just met, regardless of how connected to her Marz felt.
Stumbling into the suite, Marz allowed the door to automatically close behind them as he picked Heir up and pressed her body against the wall.
“Are you sure about this, bae?”
“Yesss,” she almost sang quietly, gripping the back of his neck and connecting his lips with hers.
As quickly as they ripped each other’s clothes off, it wasn’t long before their bodies were connected too.
It wasn’t until he was buried deep inside of her delivering swift, hard strokes that Marz realized just how drunk he was. As the room spun, he squeezed his eyes shut and moaned. She felt far too good for him to pull out. If he passed out, he’d pass out in her pussy.
“Oh my God,” Heir slurred, gripping his wrists as Marz pressed down on her stomach.
Lifting one hand to her neck, he gripped it and squeezed. “The fuck you calling on Him for? I’m the one making this pussy gush.”
And gush it did.
Her cream coated his dick as she convulsed underneath him.
“M-Marz,” she whimpered, legs trembling as she came.
Marz pulled out quickly, shooting his seeds onto the floor before he climbed into bed. Too tired to shower or even pull the comforter over himself, Marz allowed his eyes to close as his heart raced. He squeezed his eyes tightly as the dizziness tried to subside. Groaning, he swallowed and prayed he didn’t have to throw up.
Hours later,the sun had just started to ascend. Marz woke up to the sound of the shower going. Groggily, he sat up and looked around the room, trying to remember where the hell he was at. He stood and went to the other bathroom to handle his hygiene, and by the time he was done showering and brushing his teeth, Heir was quietly, yet quickly, slipping back into her panties.
“Leaving so soon?” he asked with a lazy smile, walking over to her with his towel hanging off his waist.
“This was a mistake,” she mumbled. “I mean, not a mistake. I wanted to do it, but I would never—I have to go.”
“Why you runnin’ away? I told you, you were mine.”
Heir’s head shook as she stepped into her dress. “We just met, Marz. We were drunk. We moved way too fast.”
“I asked you?—”
“I know what you asked me,” she gritted softly, frantically. “And I don’t regret it. I’m just saying it can’t happen again. It was nice meeting you, and last night was fun, but I really have to go.”
Heir avoiding his eyes didn’t sway Marz one bit. When his hand went from her waist to her pussy, Heir whimpered and shuddered.
“She tender? Or does she want more?” he asked, dropping to his knees and placing a kiss on her pussy through her dress that made Heir release a sizzling breath as she squeezed his shoulder. As Marz pulled her panties down, Heir’s head flung back as she whimpered. “We ain’t moving too fast. We catching up to what our hearts already know,” he reasoned.
Her hand gripped his chin, and she used it to tilt his head. “This isn’t me, Marz. I can’t.”
With a sigh, Marz dropped his hands from her body. “Aight. I’ma keep these,” he said, tightening his grip on her panties. “We’ll see each other again.”
Chuckling, Heir lowered herself and placed a kiss on his forehead. “Crazy,” she mumbled before scurrying out of the bedroom.
“Only for you,” Marz declared, unable to pull his eyes away from her until she was completely out of sight.
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