Holy Angel

1. Drunken Nights.

The car ride back to his place was intense, the sexual presence was well aware from the both of them. The way he would grab her knee and slide his hand up to her lavish inner thighs would drive her crazy. Every time he would stop at a red light he'd snake his finger under her chin to turn her head towards him and place a heated kiss on her lips, Raspberry vodka is what he stated like and honestly she didn't mind because she knew hers tasted like birthday cake, one of her ultimate favorite types of alcohol.

"Drive." Miya mumbled in between their kiss as the green light flashed through the cracks of their eye lids.

He quickly pulled away then pressed on the gas to speed off into the distance.

Miya honestly didn't know who this man was. All she knew was that were talking, got a few drinks, talked some more, then soon got drunk off their asses and started kissing and touching on each other.

"Woah, y'all slow it down."  One of his friends chuckled from the other side of the couch. Miya and Mason pulled away from their heated kiss and looked at Bruce with aggravation reading all over his face exposing his neck to Miya. She leaned in kissing and sucking on his neck still wanting to feel his skin in between her lips.

"Shut the hell up bruh." He mumbled as the palm of his hands slid up Miya's burgundy bodycon dress getting a good grip on her ass, allowing the  dress to rise slightly exposing the high parts of her meaty thighs.

"Y'all need to take that shit somewhere else." His other friend mugged while taking a pull from his blunt. He didn't want to be around his best friend sexual drive, it made him feel extremely uncomfortable for a slight reason.

"Alright then shit." His hands slid up to Miya's slim waist and picked her small frame up while throwing her body off him causing her back to hit the red leather plush couch. Mason stood to his feet, but not before stumbling and hiccuped.

"Let's go ma." He grabbed on her upper arm pulling her up and dragging her little body out of the club.

"Let's go." He cut off the engine to his car and got out. Miya let herself out the car and followed behind him pulling her dress down with both hands.

How many drinks did she have that night? She honestly didn't know, she needed the escape from the scene and this was the only option she had in mind, it's was either this or attempt suicide to get into a mental hospital. Going to a club was more easier and safer as for her decision.

For Mason? Who knows he was into the club scenes and just wanted to enjoy his time with his buddies he left at the club for this sexy living thing walking behind him. He knew tonight was about to go down and he couldn't wait to devour her soul until the morning.

They both walked up the pathway to his entirely too big home and took out his keys.

"Whoa, you live here?" Miya asked extending the 'a' in whoa a little longer than they both expected, resulting Mason to turn his head slightly over his shoulder to glance at her.

"Mhm." He grumbled before pushing open his door and reaching over to grab Miya by her waist to pull her in his house first. The last thing he needed was for his neighbors to be all in his business.

"Y-you know this is fucking amazing." She stammered over words while a few hiccups escaped her beautiful lips.

He chuckled slowly while slamming his front door shut and turning the locks.

"You talk to damn much."

Miya eyebrows mushed together as she turned on her heels to look at him with a hand on my hip.