A Night In Vegas

"You're a slut" I point to my vagina and whisper those words to it.

If it wasn't for it's reaction to him, I wouldn't be hiding in my hotel bathroom right now. It could have been blamed on the amount of alcohol that I'd consume, but I knew even sober, I would have given him my virginity. Even now I only half regretted it. He was a Roman God, and he knew how to work me.

"Zariah, are you in there?" Lucas asked in that same hoarse voice that had seduced me last night.

Maybe if I pretended I wasn't here he would leave, so I refused to answer him. After he left I would need to book a flight home to go grovel at my boyfriend's feet for his forgiveness. I was an idiot.

Obviously not liking being ignored, Lucas barges into the bathroom. His eyes trails over my body before finally resting on my face.

"There you are, beautiful" He says, while making his way to me.

I was about to tell him to leave, because last night was a mistake, but he captured my lips before I could say any of that. Not long afterwards, I was pressed against the wall with his dick frantically pounding into me.