James swears it was all in the heat of the moment. He catches a pair of inquisitive eyes in the noisy and pulsing crowd, he was amazed he could see her. Right there. She was standing in the middle of the dance floor as if they were in their own private bubble.
He doesn't remember what happened after that. Did they talk? Did they even flirt? Did he manage to land a few pickup lines he learned from his older brother? Did they close the distance between each other? Even then, how did they even do that?
Did they even tell their names before their lips crashed?
Did they?
He doesn't remember the tiny details but he remembered how light she was as he lifted her up so they could deepen their kiss. Her sweet mouth tasted of bourbon and though it made his head spin, he loves how receptive she was. He loved the way she was arching her hips, grinding his torso, and the pretty moan that was muffled due to their kisses.
"Kiss me harder," she groaned, grabby hands squeezing his ass as she wrapped her legs tighter around his torso. "Make me cry tonight, baby."
James loves hearing that statement, he swears it made him go crazy and he obliged her request. With their lips and tongues preoccupied, he held her by her thighs and made his way towards the bed. They were hot and eager to fuck, with sloppy kisses and frustrated groans as they fought to pull their shirts off.
She looked pretty just lying there on the bed, and James had to take a moment to revel in her flawless beauty - illuminated by the white cast of the moonlight. She smirked as if she knew, and hooked a hand behind his neck, tongue licking her lips in anticipation as she captured his lips again, teeth biting his bottom lip.
"You know I don't think I told you my name," James said in-between deepening their kiss to nipping against her lip ring and biting her neck which earned him a yelp of surprise. "You can call me, daddy."
A breathless laugh left her lips as James sucked on her neck, earning a playful smack to the back as she tried to reign in her laughter and a moan at James's attempt in making a joke in the middle of foreplay. It was hard to keep herself together when James was attacking her soft spot.
"You're good," she laughed as she smoothed her hands down his broad back, feeling the muscles bunched up in places.
"I'll make you feel good tonight, baby," James offered as he released her neck with a loud pop and climbed on top, rocking his hips slightly. She could feel his growing mound. She wished to open his jeans and see what lay beneath. She watched as the man threw his head back with a pretty moan. "What should I call you?"
"Why?"
"So I know what name to scream to while I'm cumming in you."
She bit back a cry as James rutted his hips, a smirk spreading across his lips as she burned bright with embarrassment. It seemed that his flirting attempts were working. The redness spread down her ears, neck, and shoulders. She glows prettily too, James thought as he held her thin waist.
"You ... you can call me, Natalie," she panted. "But call me baby, tonight."
"Cheeky," James cooed as he pulled Natalie's pants off as well as her panties, running curious hands down her pale legs and marveling at how pretty they looked against his slightly tanned and tattooed hand. "You're so pretty, baby. So so beautiful. This is all for me. They're mine for tonight."
She giggled and blushed brightly at his words and James flipped them around, now with him on the bed and a flippant Natalie straddling him. "I want you to fuck my face, baby," he said as he went to grab her waist, pulling her upwards. "Come up here. I want to taste you first."
Natalie felt a thrill going down her spine as she inched forwards, passing his waist, up to his slim torso, and hesitated slightly when she hovered above his neck. James's hands guided her, his fingers grabbing her hips. Natalie nibbled her lip ring in worry and awkwardness as she looked down.
"What if something happens, daddy?" she asked timidly, unsure if it was safe but she wanted to try it out. This fuck might be one of the hottest fuck she's going to experience.
James was so hot when he offered her a reassuring smile, showing off pearly white teeth. "I'll lift you up if something happens," he replied gently as he squeezed her ass. "Don't worry about what's going to happen to me, I want you to enjoy yourself tonight."
Natalie nodded as she lifted her hips and slowly lowered herself where James captured her whole with his mouth. Her body shivered with delight and she let out a sigh of bliss, her eyes falling shut as she allowed herself to feel pleasure without reservation. James made himself comfortable, hooked his arms over Natalie's narrow hips, and squeezed her ass.
James could feel Natalie relaxing, her thighs going slack so he was able to reach her lips easier. He let his tongue drag across - from one end to the other, listening to her quivers, her sighs, and her moans attentively. He let himself explore - taking his sweet time as his tongue licked, prodded, and swirled against the sensitive flesh.
"Your tongue feels so good," she sighed. She rocked her hips, gasping as his tongue flicked against her clit, and moaned as she ground her hips - letting James taste everything. She wanted him to remember her scent, how she smelt and how delicious she tastes. She's been taking care of herself, you see.
"You're doing good, daddy," she whispered. "Let your tongue go a little to the left there, yes yes yes that's a good spot, that's good."
Listening to her instructions made him feel intrigued, James realizes. He gripped her waist as he started to focus; wanting to hear the lewdest sounds from her. He focused on her pleasure; every breath, every shiver, and every sound she made were tailored to his every movement and James let her take over.
Spurred by the alcohol and adrenaline flowing in her veins, Natalie adjusted her legs and raised her torso to get a better angle as she rested her hands on her daddy's chest. James helped prop herself up and a lewd moan rippled out of her lips as she began to rut and roll her hips.
"Oh God, Daddy," she whined.
James met her every thrust, ensuring to thrust his tongue in - matching her every movement and he watched in fascination. She looked so beautiful above him. He hummed and moaned as Natalie shifted her position again, this time hunched forward as she quickened her pace - thrusting into his mouth at a brutal pace.
"Yes yes yes yes yes yes," she groaned and shivered. "This is fucking - oh God ~"
By now obviously, Natalie was purely moving through pleasure, she doesn't care what happens after this. She doesn't care how she looked, how she sounded like. All she wanted was to chase the high she was feeling at the moment, a white-hot burning sensation was filling up her navel and she wanted to release. She feels grabby hands on her ass, squeezing and slapping them hard but she doesn't feel them at all.
She loved it even more.
"Daddy," she moaned. The white-hot pressure is begging to be released. It felt so good, Natalie was about to combust. "Daddy! Daddy!"
She hears a muffled reply.
"Daddy, I wanna cum."
Before she could comprehend, even before she could let out a cry, she was thrown onto her back and a broad-shouldered man loomed over her with an evil glint in his eye. "I'm gonna take you tonight," he warned. She couldn't let out a squeak when her legs were thrown open, the white-hot pressure against her navel. "And you're gonna take all of me."
Natalie gasps when she sees the length and girth of his delicious dick. Oh my, she thought. His dick was drool-worthy. "Do you like it?" he asked. His voice has gotten deeper, and he was holding onto his shaft with his hand - showing off the veins and structure. Her eyes were caught staring at it for a good few seconds.
