"Oh fuck, Sean!"

"That's right," I grunt into her ear. "Fucking take it." I slam my cock into her harder causing the door of the bathroom to shake beneath Monica. Monica braces herself with one hand as she slams herself back into me, matching my pace. "Fuck yes, that's right. Just like that." I fist my hand tighter in her chocolate waves, making her back arch in that perfect way I like so much.

"Fuck me!" She cries out as she pulls my hair in the same fashion, making me groan out loudly into her neck. "Ahhhh Fuuuuck... Fuck, Sean... Seannn!" Those beautiful lips are sounding more and more like mine every single day and hearing her scream my name makes me growl out fiercely against her skin.

After our awkward Trevor interaction and about ten drinks later we were both fucking horny as hell. I couldn't wait to be inside her and she couldn't wait to have me there. This is how we ended up here, in the lounge bathroom, fucking like rabid bunnies. More accurately, fucking each other like wild animals because we are tearing, clawing, and mauling each other with every fervent touch.

I have Monica's sexy body slammed up against the bathroom door, dress around her waist, with that beautiful back end poking out at me. My cock is slamming into her like a jack hammer. The sounds she's making, hell the sounds I'm making, could put a lion's roaring to shame. We've never fucked quite like this, never as desperate and hungry as we are now. Our desire is made of pure, raw, and untamed lust.

"You feel so fucking good." I'm nearly breathless as she begins to tighten. "You're there aren't you, sweetheart?" I quicken my pace even more so I can finish with my beautiful girl. She feels like heaven, fucking perfection.

"Sean!" She's rubbing herself, making those pre-orgasmic faces that I love so much. "Oh Fuck. Fuuuck meee. Babe... BABE! I'm... oh my godddd!" Her mouth drops open as a feral moan escapes her.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

"Fuck!" I cry out as she clenches down on my cock, making me cling to her body in much the same way as my orgasm begins. "Mon, MONICA!" My beautiful Monica, I think To myself as I combust into a million fragments inside of her tight wet heat.

After a few blissful moments I release her from my iron-clad orgasmic grip. I breathlessly pull out of Monica, shivering at the sensation as I do. She let's go of my hair and turns her head a bit, allowing me the perfect opportunity to kiss those pouty, swollen lips.

"Christ, that felt so fucking good." She bites her lip as she looks into my eyes wantonly, causing me to smirk.

"That it did." I agree with her, then peck her lips again. "But I made you a mess, sweetheart." I state as I reach over to grab a couple of tissues for both her and myself.

I wipe myself off first and then do the same for Monica. It's amazing how comfortable she is with me, how we are with each other. After I finish up I plant a kiss on Monica's plump ass before I shimmy her dress down.

"Silly man." Monica rolls her eyes at the action. "You know these were brand new." She huffs out as she disposes the thong that I had carelessly ripped off of her. I couldn't help myself. I just couldn't get inside her fast enough.

"Hey, they were in the way." I rake my hands through my disheveled hair. I'm sure it's sticking up all over the fucking place because Monica had been grabbing and pulling it in every which way while I was pounding into her.

"Look at this shit." Monica lets out a frustrated sigh as she takes in her appearance in the bathroom mirror. "Babe, you completely fucked up my makeup." She sighs as she begins wiping black smudges away from here and there.

I smirk as I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the bathroom door. "You know that's the third time you've called me that this evening."

I watch her reaction in the mirror. She blushes furiously and it's ridiculously adorable. Her wide brown eyes find mine almost reluctantly though before stating, "I'm sorry?"

I roll my eyes as I push myself off the door. Her reflection watches me as I make my way up behind her. "Call me whatever you want, sweetheart." I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her into me tightly. She instantly relaxes into me, letting me hug her backside against my front. "I don't mind." I plant a kiss on the top of her head.

"Anything?" Her eyes gleam in the mirror.

"Anything but daddy." I cringe at her in the mirror. "I will never understand a woman wanting to call the man fucking them their daddy." A shudder of revulsion rolls through me just at the thought of Monica calling me that.

No fucking thank you. I would rather have sewing needles stuck in both of my corneas than have that happen.

"Got it, no daddy kink." She laughs.

"None. Nope. Nada." I place a kiss on top of her head. "You ever try to call me that while my dick is buried inside of you and I'm pulling out faster than you can even utter the word."

"Whatever you say, da..."

I clamp my hand down over her mouth before she can finish saying the word. "Listen beautiful, you ever try and call me that again and I'm going to fuck you until you don't know how to speak." Her eyes darken in the mirror and she quirks an eyebrow at me. Apparently, that wasn't a threat to this little kitten. She's up for the challenge and fuck me if I'm not already starting to get hard again.

I look back at her with the same hungry glare she's giving me. I bend her slightly over the sink, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time. I allow the hand not covering her mouth to travel to the hem of her dress. I can feel her breathing begin to accelerate again as I rub myself against her backside.

A loud series of bangs come from the door immediately snapping us out of our sex stare down. "I know you already got off because you're not roaring like a fucking grizzly bear anymore, Sean! So, if you could please do me a favor and put it back in your pants so I can take a piss that'd be fucking fantastic." Trevor shouts from the other side of the door.

I let go of Monica's mouth and we both start laughing hysterically. We straighten ourselves out, I even help smooth out Monica's beautifully frazzled hair. After we're situated, I spin her around and kiss her quickly before I open the door. She takes my hand as we step out to an anxiously waiting Trevor.

"You look like you're going to piss yourself." I laugh.

"Yeah that's because I'm about to." He slams the bathroom door behind him. "God damn, it smells like sex in here." I hear him grumble out as he begins relieving himself.

"He's something else." Monica chuckles.

"He's definitely one of a kind, that's for sure." I walk her over to the black leather couch, the one where I had awoken to the blonde Labrador retriever. I don't know what she'd think of half of the stuff that's happened here in this room. Best not to ponder that for too long.

I pull out my pack of Turkish golds from my front pocket. I take out a smoke and a lighter and the moment I begin to light the end she asks, "Can I get one of those?"

I arch an eyebrow at her as I take in a deep smoke-filled breath. "You sure you want one of these?" I say expelling all the smoke from my lungs. She doesn't say anything as she snatches the pack from my hand. She lights one up, she takes in a deep breathe and immediately breaks out into a coughing fit. "Jesus fucking Christ, Mon!" I want to laugh but I don't because she looks slightly queasy. "Give me that thing." I try to take it away from her but she swats away my hand.

"I'm fine." She coughs out.

I arch an incredulous eyebrow at her. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say." I snatch it out of her hand and put it out. "Let me go get you something to ease your throat." It's probably ridiculously dry from that and what just went down in the bathroom.

I walk over to the bar to get us a couple of glasses of water. I'm feeling parched from our sex extravaganza and I know Monica didn't need any more alcohol for the evening. She couldn't hold her liquor like me and honestly, not many people could. I'm sure it wouldn't take many more drinks for her to end up spending tomorrow morning curled up on the bathroom floor.

I drum my fingers on the bar in anticipation. After a moment I look over seeing Trevor talking to Monica. Now he's handing her something, something small, but I can't tell what it is. She's looking up at him questioningly and he's smiling down at her, saying something that makes her laugh.

What in the actual fuck, Trevor.

I grab the drinks angrily from Matt and make my way over to the two of them. I set the drinks down on the table before I can spill them all over the place because I'm so fucking irritated. I look between the two of them then directly at Monica.

"Monica, what did he give you?" She looks up at me with wide, scared eyes but doesn't respond. I direct my anger towards Trevor, "What the fuck did you just give her, Trev." My voice is an angry growl.

Trevor's face scrunches up in confusion at my tone and my words. He throws his hands up, "Hey man, I just asked if she wanted a little something extra. I wouldn't have given it to her if she'd said no."

"Calm down, Sean. I wanted to give it a try." Monica says and I look over at her like she's gone completely insane.

"What did you just say? You don't touch shit like that, Monica. No, not you. Why would you?"

She starts blushing furiously, now I know what Trevor had been telling her. I look over at him and he just throws his hands up. I shake my head angrily at him and hold my hand out to Monica. "Give it to me." She doesn't say anything as she places the pill in my hand.

I step closer to him so Monica can't hear me because in truth, I'm so close to furious with him it's not even funny. "She's not into stuff like this, Trevor. She can't handle this, this... lifestyle." I shove the pill back into his hand. "She's not like us. She's not into stuff like this."

His eyebrows knit in confusion. "Alright, I hear you but I had no idea, Sean. All the girls you're with are usually as fucked up as we are." He shrugs and I realize I can't be too mad at him because he's right. All the women I'm usually with are as dark and have all of their own demons they're trying to get rid of.

"I know, I know. I probably should've mentioned that." He looks into my eyes and regards me seriously. "She's different. She's not like any of them."

"Well, fuck me. Sean McCaslin has turned into a pussy-whipped bitch."

"Pussy-whipped by this bitch." Monica shouts out from the couch.

"Oh fuck!" Trevor nearly doubles over in a fit of laughter. "You're right, she's different alright."

I can't help but let out a little laugh as I take in my beautiful girl on the couch. She's smiling at me confidently. My meek, innocent little Monica, isn't so innocent anymore. If the cocky gaze she's giving me right now isn't evidence of that then I don't know what is. I'm slowly rubbing off on this woman, quite literally too.

"Well babe," I emphasize the word she'd called me not once, but thrice in the bathroom "I may be whipped but don't doubt for a second that you aren't my cock slave, sweetheart."

"Oh, I'd never doubt that." She gives me a hungry look.

She's insatiable.