The city of Charleston SC was chilly in November, but the hotel bar at the Marriott was warm, dimly lit, and smelled like expensive whiskey and the faint musk of desire. I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, watching the ice cubes clink against the sides, my mind still half on the quarterly reports I’d just finished reviewing. The business trip had been exhausting—endless meetings, dry presentations, and the constant hum of corporate bullshit. But tonight, I was done. Tonight, I was Adrianna, not Ms. Rivers, Senior Financial Analyst.
That’s when I saw him.
David was leaning against the bar, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his tailored navy suit, the kind that cost more than my monthly rent. His skin was a deep, rich mahogany, smooth and flawless under the low lighting, and when he turned his head, his dark eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. He wasn’t just handsome—he was dangerous in the way that made a woman’s thighs clench just from a glance. And God, that smile. Slow, knowing, like he could already taste the sin he was about to commit.
I shouldn’t have looked. I knew better. But my gaze lingered, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the way his full lips parted just slightly as he took a sip of his drink. Bourbon, neat. Of course. A man like that didn’t dilute his pleasures.
“You staring at me, sweetheart, or just admiring the view?” His voice was deep, smooth, with just a hint of a Southern drawl that sent a shiver down my spine. I hadn’t even realized he’d moved until he was right beside me, his cologne—something spicy and dark—wrapping around me like a promise.
I arched an eyebrow, playing it cool even as my pulse hammered in my throat. “Maybe I’m deciding which one I prefer.”
He chuckled, low and rough, and the sound did things to me that should’ve been illegal. “And what’s the verdict?”
I took a slow sip of my drink, letting the burn of the whiskey ground me. “Haven’t made up my mind yet. You’ll have to give me a better reason to look.”
David’s grin turned predatory. He leaned in, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him, close enough that if I turned my head, our lips would brush. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear, “I can give you plenty of reasons.”
The elevator ride up to my floor was a blur of hands and mouths. The second the doors slid shut, David had me pressed against the wall, his body a solid wall of muscle pinning me in place. His mouth crashed onto mine, hungry, demanding, his tongue sweeping in like he owned me. I moaned into him, my fingers tangling in the short curls at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. He tasted like bourbon and sin, and I needed more.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he growled against my lips, his hands sliding down to grip my ass, lifting me just enough that I could feel the thick, hard ridge of his dick pressing against my stomach. “Been thinking about this all damn night.”
I gasped as he ground against me, the friction making my clit throb. “Then stop thinking and do something about it.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
The moment we stumbled into my hotel room, the door barely clicked shut before David was on me again. His hands were everywhere—tearing at my blazer, yanking my blouse free from my skirt, his fingers deftly unbuttoning it with a practiced ease that told me he’d done this a lot. I didn’t care. Right now, he was mine, and I was going to let him ruin me.
My skirt hit the floor with a whisper, followed by my lace panties, and then I was naked except for my heels, standing there while David’s dark eyes raked over me like he was memorizing every inch. “Damn,” he breathed, his voice rough with lust. “Look at you. All that fucking perfection.”
I reached for his belt, my fingers fumbling in my haste. “Less talking. More fucking.”
He barked out a laugh, but it turned into a groan when I finally freed his dick. Holy shit! It was thick—veiny, heavy, the dark skin stretched tight over the massive length of Big Black Dick. My mouth watered just looking at it, my pussy clenching with need. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking him slowly, feeling him pulse in my grip.
“You like what you see, baby?” David’s voice was a dark purr, his hips rocking into my touch.
I licked my lips, my eyes locked on his cock. “I’ll like it better when it’s in my mouth.”
I dropped to my knees in front of him, the plush carpet soft against
my skin. David hissed as I leaned in, my breath ghosting over the slick head of his dick. I teased him first, just the tip of my tongue flicking out to taste the pre-cum beading out. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair, not forcing me, just holding me there, like he was savoring the moment.
“Fuck, Adrianna…” His voice was strained, his thighs tensing as I finally took him into my mouth.
I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deep, my lips stretching around his girth. He was big—bigger than I was used to—and I had to relax my throat, breathe through my nose as I took more of him, inch by inch, until my lips were pressed against the base of his dick. His hips jerked, a guttural groan tearing from his chest.
“Shit—fuck—just like that, baby. Take it all.”
I pulled back slowly, my tongue swirling around the underside of his big dick before I dove back down, my nose brushing against the hair at the base. His grip on my hair tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as I bobbed my head, my hands gripping his thighs for leverage. Saliva dripped down my chin, my eyes watering, but I didn’t stop. I loved this—the way he tasted, the way he sounded, the way his dick twitched in my mouth like he was barely holding on.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he groaned, his hips starting to move, fucking my mouth in shallow thrusts. “But I wanna taste you too.”
Before I could protest, he was pulling me up, his mouth crashing onto mine in a bruising kiss. Then he was spinning me around, bending me over the arm of the couch. I barely had time to brace myself before his hands were on my ass, spreading me open, his breath hot against my dripping pussy.
“Goddamn,” he muttered, his voice rough with awe. “Look at this pretty little pussy. All wet and ready for this big dick.”
I whimpered as his tongue dragged through my pussy, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring me. “David—fuck—”
“Mmm, you taste sweet, baby,” he murmured against my pussy, his tongue circling my clit before dipping inside me. I cried out, my fingers digging into the couch cushions as he devoured me, his tongue fucking me in deep, relentless strokes. His fingers joined in, two of them curling inside me, rubbing that spot that made my vision blur.
“Oh God—right there—don’t stop—”
He didn’t. He never stopped. His tongue lashed at my clit, his fingers pistoning in and out of me, and I could feel it building, that delicious, coiled tension in my core. My thighs trembled, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“That’s it, baby,” David growled, his voice vibrating against my pussy. “Come for me. Drench my fucking face.”
His words sent me over the edge. I screamed, my back arching as the orgasm ripped through me, my pussy gushing, my juices coating his chin, his lips, his tongue. He lapped it up like a man starved, groaning as he drank me down, his fingers never stopping, drawing out every last shuddering wave of pleasure.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, finally pulling back, his lips glistening with my release. “That’s my good girl.”
I was still trembling from my orgasm when David flipped me onto my back, his massive body looming over me. His dick was harder now, if that was even possible, the thick head glistening with pre-cum. He gripped my thighs, spreading them wide, his dark eyes locked onto my pussy like he was about to feast all over again.
“You want this, baby?” he asked, his voice a dark rasp as he dragged the head of his dick through my soaked folds. “You want me to fuck you with this big black dick?”
I whimpered, my hips lifting off the couch, desperate for him. “Yes—please, fuck—I need it—”
He didn’t make me beg. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside me, stretching me open, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails raking down his back as he bottomed out, his balls pressing against my ass.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine, his breath hot against my lips. “You’re so tight, baby. Like a fucking vice.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my pussy clenching around him. “Harder,” I gasped. “Fuck me harder.”
David didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled back and slammed into me, his hips snapping forward with a force that made the couch creak. I screamed, my back arching off the cushions as he pounded into me, his big dick hitting that spot deep inside that made my toes curl.
“Yes—yes—right there—” I chanted, my voice breaking as another orgasm built, coiling tighter and tighter with every brutal thrust.
David’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he fucked me like a man possessed. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with our ragged breaths and my desperate moans. His dick pounded into me, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust, the wet, obscene sounds of my pussy taking him driving me wild.
“You like that, baby?” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “You like getting fucked by this big black dick?”
“Yes—God, yes—” I sobbed, my pussy fluttering around him, so close—
“Then come for me,” he demanded, his voice a dark command. “Squirt all over my big dick, Adrianna. Drench me.”
His words sent me spiraling. With a broken cry, I came hard, my pussy clamping down around him as a gush of fluid exploded out of me, soaking his cock, his balls, the couch beneath us. David groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release.
“Fuck—fuck—fuck—” he chanted, his dick swelling inside me before he buried himself to the hilt, his release pulsing out of him in thick, hot spurts. I could feel it, his cum filling me, dripping out of me as he rode out his orgasm, his hips jerking against mine.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us gasping for air, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. David finally pulled out, his dick glistening with my cum and I couldn’t help but to whimper, my pussy aching and empty.
But he wasn’t done with me yet.
David flipped me onto my stomach, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me up onto my knees. I barely had time to brace myself before he was inside me again, his dick slamming into my pussy from behind. I cried out, holding onto the couch as he fucked me in deep, punishing strokes.
“Doggy style, baby,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “You like it when I fuck you like an animal?”
“Yes—God, yes—” I sobbed, my pussy dripping around his cock, my juices coating his thighs.
He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back as he reached around, his fingers finding my clit. “You’re mine, Adrianna,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. “This pussy is mine.”
I whimpered, my hips rocking back against him, meeting every thrust. “Yours—all yours—”
His fingers circled my clit, fast and relentless, matching the brutal pace of his dick. I could feel another orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“That’s it, baby,” David groaned, his cock pounding into me. “Come for me again. Squirt all over my big dick.”
His words sent me over the edge. With a broken cry, I came hard, my pussy gushing around his dick, my juices dripping down my thighs. David groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he fucked me through my orgasm, his dick swelling inside me before he buried himself to the hilt, his release pulsing out of him in thick, hot spurts.
We collapsed onto the couch, our bodies slick with sweat and cum, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. David’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, his lips pressing against my temple.
“Damn, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. “You’ve got some good pussy.”
I turned my head, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss. “And you,” I whispered against his mouth, “are dangerous.”
He chuckled, his hands sliding down to grip my ass. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
And just like that, I knew this business trip was a good decision.