The city of Chicago was a cold bitch in November, but the hotel bar at the Marriott was warm, dimly lit, and smelled like expensive whiskey and the faint musk of desire. I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, watching the ice cubes clink against the sides, my mind still half on the quarterly reports I’d just finished reviewing. The business trip had been exhausting—endless meetings, dry presentations, and the constant hum of corporate bullshit. But tonight, I was done. Tonight, I was Adrianna, not Ms. Rivers, Senior Financial Analyst. That’s when I saw him. David was leaning against the bar, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his tailored navy suit, the kind that cost more than my monthly rent. His skin was a deep, rich mahogany, smooth and flawless under the low lighting, and when he turned his head, his dark eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. He wasn’t just handsome—he was dangerous in the way that made a woman’s thighs clench just from a glance. And God, that smile. Slow, knowing, like he could already taste the sin he was about to commit. I shouldn’t have looked. I knew better. But my gaze lingered, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the way his full lips parted just slightly as he took a sip of his drink. Bourbon, neat. Of course. A man like that didn’t dilute his pleasures. “You staring at me, sweetheart, or just admiring the view?” His voice was deep, smooth, with just a hint of a Southern drawl that sent a shiver down my spine. I hadn’t even realized he’d moved until he was right beside me, his cologne—something spicy and dark—wrapping around me like a promise. I arched an eyebrow, playing it cool even as my pulse hammered in my throat. “Maybe I’m deciding which one I prefer.” He chuckled, low and rough, and the sound did things to me that should’ve been illegal. “And what’s the verdict?” I took a slow sip of my drink, letting the burn of the whiskey ground me. “Haven’t made up my mind yet. You’ll have to give me a better reason to look.” David’s grin turned predatory. He leaned in, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him, close enough that if I turned my head, our lips would brush. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear, “I can give you plenty of reasons.” The elevator ride up to my floor was a blur of hands and mouths. The second the doors slid shut, David had me pressed against the wall, his body a solid wall of muscle pinning me in place. His mouth crashed onto mine, hungry, demanding, his tongue sweeping in like he owned me. I moaned into him, my fingers tangling in the short curls at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. He tasted like bourbon and sin, and I needed more. “Fuck, you taste good,” he growled against my lips, his hands sliding down to grip my ass, lifting me just enough that I could feel the thick, hard ridge of his dick pressing against my stomach. “Been thinking about this all damn night.” I gasped as he ground against me, the friction making my clit throb. “Then stop thinking and do something about it.” He didn’t need to be told twice. The moment we stumbled into my hotel room, the door barely clicked shut before David was on me again. His hands were everywhere—tearing at my blazer, yanking my blouse free from my skirt, his fingers deftly unbuttoning it with a practiced ease that told me he’d done this a lot. I didn’t care. Right now, he was mine, and I was going to let him ruin me. My skirt hit the floor with a whisper, followed by my lace panties, and then I was naked except for my heels, standing there while David’s dark eyes raked over me like he was memorizing every inch. “Damn,” he breathed, his voice rough with lust. “Look at you. All that fucking perfection.” I reached for his belt, my fingers fumbling in my haste. “Less talking. More fucking.” He barked out a laugh, but it turned into a groan when I finally freed his dick. Holy shit! It was thick—veiny, heavy, the dark skin stretched tight over the massive length of Big Black Dick. My mouth watered just looking at it, my pussy clenching with need. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking him slowly, feeling him pulse in my grip. “You like what you see, baby?” David’s voice was a dark purr, his hips rocking into my touch. I licked my lips, my eyes locked on his cock. “I’ll like it better when it’s in my mouth.” I dropped to my knees in front of him, the plush carpet soft against my skin. David hissed as I leaned in, my breath ghosting over the slick head of his dick. I teased him first, just the tip of my tongue flicking out to taste the pre-cum beading out. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair, not forcing me, just holding me there, like he was savoring the moment. “Fuck, Adrianna…” His voice was strained, his thighs tensing as I finally took him into my mouth. Then, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my pussy clenching around him. “Harder,” I gasped. “Fuck me harder.” David didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled back and slammed into me, his hips snapping forward with a force that made the couch creak. I screamed, my back arching off the cushions as he pounded into me, his big dick hitting that spot deep inside that made my toes curl. “Yes—yes—right there—” I chanted, my voice breaking as another orgasm built, coiling tighter and tighter with every brutal thrust. David’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he fucked me like a man possessed. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with our ragged breaths and my desperate moans. His dick pounded into me, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust, the wet, obscene sounds of my pussy taking him driving me wild. “You like that, baby?” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “You like getting fucked by this big black dick?” “Yes—God, yes—!”&