She sinks her teeth into my shoulder again in response, and I have to grab her pretty little throat just to keep her from drawing blood.
“I thought you were a good girl, Erin,” I pant, balls-deep in her wet, throbbing cunt. “Who would’ve thought you’d turn out to be such a horny little bitch?”
“Oh, I am a good girl.” She runs those razor-sharp nails down my back until I hiss. “You’re just a bad fucking man.”
“Is this what good girls do in your book? Come up to the apartments of strange men with their smooth little cunts dripping?”
“Good girls…”
She’s getting close. I can fucking feel it.
“Good girls put men like you in their place.”
“Yeah, kitten? And where’s my place?”
She moans. She moans like a fucking animal. Like she doesn’t have a single word left in her pretty little head.
And that’s when I know I have her.
“I think my place,” I tell her, building to an orgasm of my own, “is right here. Balls deep in your cunt, little girl. Between your sexy fucking thighs.”
“Fuck!” she shouts.
That’s when I feel it. Her hot, slick cunt throbbing around me, like she’s trying to milk my cock of every last drop of cum in my balls.
I don’t even try to hold it back. I just fucking give it to her.
“ERIN!” I yell. I don’t hold anything back—I yell her name so loud, it probably wakes the entire building up.
And she yells back at me, “FLETCHER! GOD, YES! FLETCHER! MORE! MORE MORE MORE!”
That’s not the best part, though.
The best part is hearing my upstairs neighbors grab their fucking broom and start pounding the handle so hard against their floor that my lights start to shake.
“If you little shits are about done, go the fuck to sleep already!” a cranky, elderly male voice shouts through my ceiling.
I fucking laugh as my cum pools around my cock, and I bury my face in Erin’s dark, silky hair.
“You’re expanding my fan base,” I chuckle. “I don’t think I’ve ever woken up my upstairs neighbors before.”
She kisses my neck and looks up at me with a laugh of her own lingering on her lips.
“Wanna go again?” she asks me.
I fall in love with her right then and there.
“You sure you’re up for it?”
She nods, and I can already feel myself hardening inside her cunt again.
“I think I’ve earned it,” she informs me. “Besides…I’d love to know what they think about us next door.”
Alexis and WineBar #2
So, WineBar was kind of an asshole.
I mean, what do you expect? He owned a bar. Actually more than one. It was asshole borne out of the confidence of being right.