If I were to be completely honest, I had planned the night to have some certain steps.
I pick her up, take her to the restaurant, and we have a good meal. Maybe a light stroll, get a few drinks and then I take her back to the inn.
That had honestly been the plan.
In no way was having her under me in a random motel room's bed in any part of my plan.
I was drunk. Much drunker than her. And she was the one to suggest the motel. She'd been the one to start kissing me and taking off my tight shirt. Alarm bells had rang in my head and his face had appeared repeatedly in my mind.
But what was the fucking point? He was gone, I was miserable, and this incredibly beautiful woman wanted me. So letting it happen was not that hard of a decision to make.
"Mmf!" she'd let out a muffled cry as I slowly entered her, her nails digging into my back and scratching up my skin as she writhed under me.
