She’s a good girl. I can tell.

33D. She came into my apartment looking for a fight. Instead, I’m giving her a roll in my sheets.

She tried her best. I’ll give her that.

She tried to come at me from her moral fucking high ground, but without my floor and her ceiling between us, there was no question about what she really wanted.

What we both want.

“Tell me your name, kitten.”

I move between her long, slender thighs and put my cock between her pussy lips.

“Tell me your name—then make me moan it.”

She’s soaked. She’s fucking swimming in it. But I don’t take her—not yet.

Right now, I’m all about the grind—and the way that my cock against her clit is making her hips do bad-girl things.

“Erin,” she gasps as I position my tip at her entrance.

“Nice to meet you, Erin,” I tease as my cock knocks at her dripping wet front door. “I’m—”

“I fucking know who you are,” she growls at me through her teeth. “Fletcher.”

I smile. “My reputation precedes me, huh?”

“Only every fucking night when I have to hear some bimbo yelling it through your floor.”

That fucking tickles me, you know? The thought that she’s been thinking of me like I’ve been thinking of her.

It’s crossed my mind once or twice, I have to admit. Maybe I’ve been bringing all those bimbos home with me just to fucking tease her. Torture her.

Make her want me. Let her know what she could have if she was just brave enough to show up at my door.

“How long have you wanted this?” I say, slapping her cunt with my iron-hot twelve-inch cock.

“Long enough,” she says.

And I don’t know how she does it—some twist of her hips maybe? Maybe my cock just gets a mind of its own.

But before I know it, I’m inside her.

Her wetness. Her heat.

“Erin,” I gasp, because she steals the fucking breath from my throat.

“That’s right, jackass,” she snarls. “Say my name.”

Just like that…we’re gone.

I plow her. I use her. I fuck her harder than any woman I’ve ever fucked before in my life.

I take her rougher than even seems right. She’s a good girl—goddamn, she’s the best girl—the kind of girl that should be put on a fucking pedestal and worshiped. Adored.

But I didn’t even taste her cunt before I stuck my cock in her.

There was no room for foreplay—only need. I’m fucking her like she’s Bad, capital B.

I can’t help myself. It’s what my body wants and my cock fucking demands. But next time—and there will be a next time, so help me god—next time, I won’t make that mistake.

I don’t make mistakes like that twice.

Thank god she can fucking take it. Her cunt is more responsive than any cunt I’ve ever met—and my mouth, my body, my cock were all made to please.

She should be whimpering right now. She should be gearing up for a breathy, earth-shattering orgasm that will leave her so spent she drifts right off to sleep and stays that way for days. But I guess all that keeping her awake that I’ve been doing hasn’t exhausted her nearly enough yet.

Because instead, she’s moaning—low and deep, the kind of moans you just can’t fake. She’s clawing up my back with her glossy nails and marking the flesh of my shoulder with her sharp, white teeth. We’re fucking ruining each other.

Nothing has ever felt so right in my entire life.

“Take it! Take it, you dirty little slut,” I find myself barking at her. “Take my fucking cock!”

“Give it to me!” she takes her lips off my shoulder to bark right back.

“Yeah? You fucking like that?”

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.”