Page 17 of SIN Looks Good On Us!

"What's going on?"

"Chillin’."

"You by yourself tonight?"

"Yeah."

"A’ight." I slapped his hand as I walked past. "Be easy."

"You too."

A few seconds later, the elevator doors opened and I stepped inside. The ride to the top floor felt longer than usual. Between the tequila and being on my feet half the night, I was ready to knock out by the time it dinged. I walked into my penthouse, locked the door behind me, and tossed my keys on the entry table.

"Damn... I'm tipsy as hell."

I kicked my shoes off and headed toward my bedroom, where the first thing I noticed was the bed.

I stopped. "The hell... I know I ain't that damn drunk." I could've sworn I made my bed before I left. I shrugged it off and figured the tequila had my head twisted more than I realized.

I stripped down to my boxers, took off my chain, dropped it on the nightstand, and climbed into my king-size bed.

"This tequila whooping my ass."

The mattress felt good as hell, and within seconds my eyes started getting heavy. Between the liquor and the long night, I was out damn near as soon as my head hit the pillow. Then the mattress shifted and my eyes shot open. Before I could sit up, I heard a loud moan.

"Mmmm..."

"What the—"

Shania’s crazy ass was crawling into my bed.

"I was wondering how long it was gon' take you to get home."

"What the fuck?! Who let you in here?"

"Now, you know better."

“Get out! I’m not doing this with you.”

“You don’t have to do anything. Just lay there and let me lead.”

I stared at her for a long second before rubbing both hands down my face.

"Shania, have you lost your damn mind?"

"A little." She smiled. "But you already knew that."

"No, what I know is you broke into my place."

"I ain't break in."

Before I could respond, Shania’s hand was already inside my boxers, stroking my dick. Against my better judgement, I just laid there and watched her put my dick in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on my wood. Shania pulled my dick out of her mouth, spit on it and jacked it slowly.

“Shit!” I grunted.

It was more of what the fuck am I doing, versus the pleasure of it. But shit, we were here now. I placed my hand on top of her head and pushed her head further down. Shania gagged but kept sucking. Thrusting my hips upward, I fucked her mouth aggressively. Gurgling and gagging sounds filled my ears, as I violated her throat, using her tonsils as a punching bag. Shania kept her head down and adjusted her body so that she was on her knees.

“Mhmm,” she hummed.