One Night Stand

In a small chapel whose lights brightened every nook and cranny of its insides, was Winter and the young man she had met at the bar. They were on their knees on the nave of the chapel, and standing before them was a priest, dressed in an alb, with a green stole around his neck. He held his Bible in one hand, as he pushed forward his hands to the duo.

"Do you, Rome Xander, take this young lady, Winter Rex as your lawfully wedded wife?" He asked him.

Rome nodded his head slowly as he slurred his speech. "Yes, I do." The alcohol he had taken earlier had gotten the best of him.

He repeated the same question to Winter and she replied positively, her eyes closing and opening; an effect of the alcohol she also took. Then, the priest joined them together; "and here before the Lord tonight, I proclaim you man and wife."

Not quite long after, they left there and arrived at the hotel Rome had made preparations for. The duo had been making out in the car since they left the chapel and immediately after they got into the hotel room, Rome threw the paper he was holding on the bed and bent Winter over the bed.

He stood behind Winter, saddled up to her backside, took each hip in his hand, and pressed his crotch to her. Her legs parted deliberately and he pressed to her, his cock hardening. Her hips swayed slowly, her back arching slightly. He reached down, and lifted her gown to her ass, exposing her naked flesh. His cock hardened to full-staff instantly.

"Oh, fuck," He whispered and pushed the front of his shorts down, fisted his hard cock, and pressed it to her, sliding his cock between her legs, hitting her cunt directly. Wiggling the head, it penetrated her lips. He shoved forward, grabbing each hip bone, and pulling firmly. A deep groan shook her body as his cock invaded her depths.

Her hot, wet cunt sucked him deeper, hips arching to give him more access to her cunt. He suddenly pushed away. Pulling his body to her again, his cock exploded into her body and his knees buckled slightly, cum jettisoning into her depths. His eyes clamped shut, his teeth clenched with each spurt. Just as quickly as he had taken her, his cock shrank, hanging limp-pressed in the crack of her ass.

Winter then turned to face him. "I want a shower, and I want you," she stated, waving for him to follow. Winter removed her gown and dropped it, her nakedness showing a tanned body and white cheeks of her rather large, plump butt. Rome also stripped from his clothes, following her into the shower.

He surveyed her from head to toe. Her tits were topped with a dark circle surrounding her nipple. Her nipples stood rigid, nipples like erasers, the skin taut. Soaping her hands, she reached to his flaccid cock, tugging playfully.

His cock regained life, growing harder with each minute. His free hand traced down her body, fingers quickly slipping between her labia, sliding over her engorged clit. He flicked the flesh back and forth.

"Oh god," she groaned as he plunged in and out of her yielding body. He fisted his cock, swiped it up and down through her wet slit, found his target, and shoved his cock deep in his first thrust.

Pulling back, grabbing her hips, he thrust forward savagely, driving his cock completely into her depths. His hips smacked off her ass, the flesh-on-flesh slap filling the small shower enclosure. Thrust after thrust, he pounded her flesh, their bodies slapping hard. Her groans turned to screams with each thrust grinding deep.

"Fuck me!" She screamed over and over. His orgasm rapidly approached, his balls churning. As she grabbed his sac, he exploded, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into her soaked depths. His knees buckled, quivering as he ground his body to hers, feeling each muscle contraction spitting his cum into her body. They showered together and returned to the room for further pleasure.

Turning on her bed, Winter opened an eye, before opening the other. She yawned and stretched as she sat up on the bed, laying down beside her was the random guy she had met at the bar the evening before.

He had his back to her, but she could tell he was still fast asleep. It's been a while since she's had something as passionate with someone and she was glad she enjoyed her one-night stand from the night before.

She yawned one more time before stretching her arm to switch on the light through the switch by the wall, beside the side desk next to the bed.

As the lights went on, she squinted for a couple of seconds before opening her eyes fully, as her eyes subconsciously adjusted to the light that had just come on.

"Uh," she raised her eyes at the wall clock in the hotel room. "It's just five in the morning."

She lay back on the bed to get a little more sleep before the day gets bright enough for her to leave. As her body landed on the bed, her body touched something that wasn't the bed.

She turned her back curiously to see what it was and she was right, there was indeed something on the bed. It was a paper.

"What's a paper doing on the bed?" She picked the paper up and glanced through it. As she did, her face drew into an immediate shock mixed with surprise.

"What is this? The heck?" She asked no one in particular as she kept on reading the paper in her hand. She scoffed, unable to fathom what she was seeing.

"What the fuck?!" She yelled when she got to the end of the paper and saw her signature, making the man on the bed turn to see who had just woken him up from his beauty sleep.