Chapter 3: Zen’s Pov

The plan for tonight was different. I had only two goals in mind. Get fucking drunk. And fuck a random girl at the club parking lot in between those parked cars. I just wanted to have a wild night so I could momentarily forget about the responsibilities that are being forced on my shoulders as the only heir to the generational wealth of my family. The Denvers.

But what I was not expecting is being attracted to the girl that was dressed in an office outfit. As if she had run away from her work duties to drink away the night. I didn't expect to be so drawn to her in a way that I couldn't stop myself from interfering in her personal matters.

Zara was the epitome of an incomprehensible beauty. I could tell just by how much of her alluring sexiness her office outfit was shielding. But now that I was slowly pulling down her office pants, I was proven to be correct.

"Zen…" She moaned as she gripped tightly to the edge of the countertop while I kissed and softly bit down from her thighs to her ankle. Her olive skin tone that would soon be tainted with hickeys.

"You smell so sweet." I tell her, inhaling more of her sweet berry scent. "I can't even imagine how sweet your juice must be. Thankfully, I've got a sweet tooth." I tell her with a smirk that must spell trouble.

Her eyes were mirroring the same lust in mine, our level of attraction must have complimented each other so well. The tension that filled the whole car ride and the elevator ride eventually exploded, as if being consumed by fire.

I pushed her back a little so she could rest on her elbows, almost laying on the surface of the kitchen counter. Then I moved in between her legs, grabbing her thighs and instantly burying my face into the warm hole that produces her sweet nectar.

I darted out my tongue and took a long wipe of her slit, the sweet taste melted on my lips and sent a rush of blood to my dick. This triggered me to begin eating her. I sucked and licked at intervals. Making sure I gave both her clit and gushing hole enough attention.

Her moans became melodious at some point. She sang out words of praise that were embedded with my name in high pitch. She clamped her thighs around my head when I got relentless and faster with my tongue movement.

"Oh fuck, Zen!" She mewled out so loudly. I pushed her thighs back away from my head.

"Hold up your thighs." I commanded and she quickly complied. "Good girl. You must not let go, no matter what." She nodded so fast.

"Use your words, Zara." I growled.

"Yes, Zen. I won't let go." She said, holding her thighs even more firmly. I took a few seconds to admire her pink folds, one that I already can't get enough of.

So I dived back, swirling my tongue around her clit as I inserted two of my fingers into her, fucking her with it.

"Oh Zen, I'm close. I'm so gonna cum." She squealed, and it was a fire to my soul. Sucking faster with my tongue and fucking harder with my digits.

"I want you to shatter on my tongue." I murmured against her, knowing it will cause a vibration that will send her over the edge.

"Yes!" She screamed. "I'm fucking coming." She announced, and she was. She clenched so hard around my fingers as her pussy spurted out more juice for me to slurp on.

She was panting as she came down from her high. I lifted her off the kitchen counter and headed for the bedroom. Once we got there, I softly threw her on the bed. Her body bounced like three times, there was a grin on her lips.

"That was heavenly." She giggled. "But I want more of you." She expressed, pulling off the rest of her rest clothes in a blink of an eye.

Chuckling, I remove my clothes too, "You don't have to tell me, Zara." I said as I climbed the bed, hovering her and capturing her lips into another kiss while positioning myself to slide into her.

"Fuck," I groaned into her mouth as I swiftly slid in with how wet she was. Her hands grabbed my back with her fingers scratching me.

"Zennnnnn," She drawled, leaving scratch marks on my back. And as much as I wanted this whole encounter to remain anonymous between us, I equally yearned to know her full name, knowing pretty well that I would want more and more of her.

I began moving inside of her, my pace slowly increased until I was pounding hard and fast into her. My hands groped her breast, a slight recall that I have tasted those brown areola and nipples. So I leaned above her, reducing my pace moving into her as I sucked her sweetly.

"Oh fuck, Zen. Oh my–" She mewled, "You're driving me crazy." She moaned into my ears.

"I'm glad I am." I let out her nipple with a pop sound, and pulled out of her. "On your knees, baby. Turn around." I watched her do as I told her.

And the question to ask her what her last name is or to at least exchange numbers itched at my throat. But I swallowed it. I slid back into her and this time, I rammed into her so fast and hard.

Her body stiffened when she eventually came two times later that night. Profanities left her lips like a rap song. Her eyes rolled to the back and her kneels felt jelly causing her to collapse on the bed. It was until after that time, I took my time slowly fucking her until I came.

I carried her to the bathroom afterwards, helped her wash up and returned her to the bed so she could rest. And while I had my own bath, all I could think about was her and the fact that I shouldn't let her go.

So I decided that I'll ask for her number in the morning.

However, when morning came, I woke up to find the bed empty. I glanced around, but couldn't see any sign of her. I went to the living area, and I saw that all her things were gone.

Something similar to a pang was felt in my chest.

My eyes caught a sticky note on the counter top where I ate her out last night. I picked it up and it read, "Hey, that was a wild night. Thanks. I cleaned this spot with a liquid sanitizer."

I used to be the one leaving in a situation like this. I was the one who left the girls longing after me and wanting more.

So why has the situation turned around? Why do I want this to be more than a one-night stand? And why do I feel like the coming days are going to be torturous because last night's memory will keep nagging at me?

If only I knew her last name. Or I had exchanged numbers with her. If only, because where will I ever get to meet her again?