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I chuckle, taking a long pull of the beer. “It’s not torture if you like it,” I reply with a wink.
She rolls her eyes with a smile. “I still have a few more hours. Are you going to come up later?”
I catch the beer off my top lip with my tongue, watching as her eyes zone in on my mouth. I smile, knowingly. “Do you want me to come upstairs later, Red?”
She nods her head while biting her juicy lip. She leans forward again, bringing her lips to my ear and causing my dick to harden ever further. The little vixen knows exactly what she’s doing. “I want your cock down my throat.”
I almost drop the beer out of my one hand as my other tightens roughly against her hip. The jeweled beads on the straps dig into my palm. She runs her tongue along the artery leading up my neck and bites onto the spot right under my ear. I set my beer on the bar behind her, grabbing onto both of her hips. Luckily we’re in a strip club, so anyone watching could take our behavior as a simple lap dance, or something to that effect. I push her so far down on my cock that it becomes painful before grinding her against me.
I feel her throat rumble on a moan against mine and abruptly tap her on the ass.
“Alright, little Red, time to get back to work.”
She huffs in frustration as I lean back for her to get off my lap. “If you aren’t on my doorstep at 2:05, I’ll just have to take care of it myself,” she says saucily.
I give her a stern look. “You better fucking not.”
“Looks like you should watch the clock then,” she sasses as she turns to seek out another victim.
My dick doesn’t go down for the next few hours as I sit at the bar with Flame and knock a few more beers back as he watches Bunny with infatuation.
Flame leaves at one point, claiming he has an early appointment tomorrow, and Razor comes and goes depending who is on stage. I don’t leave my spot at the bar whenever Pebbles goes up on stage, but I do spin my stool around so I have a clear view of her. I noticed before we even started fucking around that she doesn’t choose very slow and seductive songs. She has upbeat sets, and she doesn’t spend a whole lot of time on the floor where most women shove their tits and pussy’s in whoever’s face that’s sitting at the edge of the stage.
During one of her sets, she brings her hand down to her bare mound, cupping herself and looking straight at me. I shake my head and mouth the wordno.The little shit winks at me before moving her hand and turning back to the poor man that’s sitting at the base of the stage.
Good girl.
* * *
I’m leaning against her door and check my phone. 2:03.
I scroll through the listing I have posted trying in an attempt to sell my most recent restoration project when the door to the stairway slams open.
“You’re lucky.”
“Honey, when a woman tells you she wants your cock down her throat, you’d be pretty fucking stupid not to show up.”
“That’s all I have to do to get you to show up?” she teases.
“All you gotta do is ask if you want me to show up, Red.”
She turns the key in the door before looking thoughtfully back at me. “Hmm… I’ll have to remember that.”
I follow behind her into her apartment and shut the door behind me as she makes her way into her bedroom. “Give me fifteen minutes,” she says, padding into her bathroom.
I appreciate that she showers after rubbing herself all over other dudes all night. Not that I would give a single fuck. I would still fuck her even if she didn’t, but it sure as shit makes it sweeter that I can eat her pussy without the thought of other dudes rubbing against it.
I take off my cut, lay it on her dresser and rip my shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor. After kicking my boots off by the door, I settle on the middle of her bed in just my jeans.
She comes out a few minutes later, the steam from her shower escaping the doorway around her. Naked as the day she was born with her hair dripping down her milky skin, she is a fucking sight. I groan at the sight of her peachy nipples pointed straight at me, begging to be touched, sucked, bitten.
I sit up, scooching to hang my legs off the side of the bed. She comes to rest between them, rubbing her hands up and down my jean-clad thighs. She bites her lip and her brows pinch in. My own brow furrows in confusion.
“What’s up, babe?” I use my forefinger to guide her chin up so she is forced to look into my eyes.
“I was thinking about something.”
“And?”
