The night had been one long push and pull.
She’d been perched on the barstool next to him, eyes bright, laughing at his dry humor, letting her hand rest on his arm a moment too long. He’d been trying to keep himself in check, nursing his drink and pretending not to notice the way her dress slid higher each time she crossed her legs or the way her hard nipples poked through her dress.

By the third round, restraint was a lost cause.

They stumbled out into the warm night, her hand in his, leading him like she already knew he’d follow. His apartment door clicked shut behind them, and before he could think, he had her backed against it, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that tasted of whiskey and want.

“You know I make bad choices when I drink,” he murmured, his voice low, almost a warning.

“That’s why I kept buying,” she whispered back, licking his earlobe.

He laughed, but it was the kind of laugh that came right before losing control. His hands roamed, pulling her closer, her hips pressed to his. They moved toward the couch in a blur, mouths still locked, her soft gasp against his lips making his pulse pound harder.

Somewhere in the haze, his thoughts of carefulness—of stopping, of slowing—slipped away. She tugged him down with a breathy, “Don’t you dare stop now, Daddy.”

She unbuckled his pants and slowly slid them down. The inside of her was on fire and she wanted to taste him. She eased her mouth down over his large cock and started sucking. Sucking harder and deeper, moaning as his hands grabbed her head and started fucking her face. He pulled her off, suddenly and stared at her, drool hanging from her lips.

He flipped her over pulled her dress down and exposed her pretty pink nipples. He moved his mouth down to one and started to suck. His fingers traveled down her flat stomach to her soaked core. His naughty slut wasn’t wearing panties. He needed to be inside her this instant.

Without warning, he slammed his cock deep into her pussy over and over. She was so fucking tight. Like a vice squeezing him. She was a hot squirming mess, moaning for him and shuddering with each powerful thrust. His mind didn’t worry about asking if it was safe as he exploded deep in her pussy, filling her with his seed. Possibly creating life deep in her womb.

He sat back, chest heaving, his dick still buried deep in her, the weight of what just happened settling in with the quiet hum of the room. She curled against him, fingers drawing lazy patterns over his skin.

“Well,” she said with a teasing lilt, “guess we’ll see just how bad that choice really was later.”

He didn’t answer as his cock slowly slipped out of her, his cum running down her leg —just pulled her closer, knowing some choices couldn’t be undone, and maybe… he didn’t want them to be.