Number One Fan

i.

"Fuck! Just like that." Chris groaned back before smacking the ample cheeks that was being thrown back against his pelvis. Cheyenne threw her hot pink tresses aside as she looked back at him. "Like that baby?" Chris nodded his head as no words could explain how good it felt to have her tight, drenched walls around his length.

The pair was now on round three for the night, or morning based on time. Chris felt himself about to explode for the second time tonight before quickly pulling out and stuffing his face down between her cheeks.

Oral sex with a random was never his thing but something about Cheyenne screamed that he would be a fool to not taste her nectar. As his tongue ravished her pink matter, she gripped at the hotel's white bedsheets and pushed her ass back further against his tongue. She was nearing her fifth orgasm. A record for her.

Satisfied with his sample, he took his place on the bed laying flat before he commanded she come mount him. Doing as told, Cheyenne crawled over to him with the little energy she had left.

Guiding herself down his latex covered long size, she exhaled a gasping moan and began to bounce herself. The same echoing claps from the previous position began to fill the room. Her pierced nipples found a home in Chris' mouth which only urged her to ride him faster.

Their sweaty bodies intensely moved in sync as they both finally came one last time, together. Collapsing against the plush mattress Cheyenne fought to catch her breath as she still felt after effects and throbbing between her legs.

Chris.
Chris Brown.
Christopher Maurice Brown had fucked the soul from her body.

Swiping the hair that clung to the sweat on her face away, she chuckled at the predicament she was in. "What?" His voice said lowly. "Nothing. Nothing." She responded, carefully easing her body over to the edge of the bed. She patted down around her feet for any articles of her clothing.

"Don't go. Chill." He said, grabbing her hand and pulling her back to the bed. "I don't know the drill but I'm pretty sure this is the part that I'm supposed to be up and out of here." She said, falling back beside him. Turning to him, she rested her hand along the side of his face and stared down at him. The room was dark but the sun was coming up in the distance, so some light danced along certain interior areas of the room.

"Chill. Just stay." He insisted. And she did just that.

Several hours later, the sun was completely up and shining in brightly on Cheyenne's side of the bed. She blinked her eyes until her focus settled in. Immediately the throbbing in her head began. Looking down, her naked body was draped by a tattooed arm.

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head before she closed them and recalled everything about her drunken night. Cursing under her breath she remembered leaving with Chris from the nightclub, Tao.

Carefully moving his arm from around herself she eased out of the bed in a rolling motion that sent her straight to the floor. Peeking up quickly to be sure he hadn't woken, she began to quickly grab the things she could find and darting to the bathroom. Freshening up as best as she could, she put her dress from the previous night back on along with her shoes. Her panties were missing but she decided it would just have to be an L because she needed to get out of there and fast.

Tiptoeing out of the bedroom, she began navigating through the penthouse suite that was decorated with bodies, alcohol and, of course, drugs. Cheyenne collected each of her friends one by one. The twins, Kayci and Jayci, were on the couch passed out. Logan was sleep on the pool table with one of Chris' friends and Raquel was in one of the other rooms in the suite. Cheyenne knocked and tugged at the doorknob until Chris' friend, Mijo opened the door with a smug look.