Chapter Three D
Downstairs
“I don’t want to go upstairs. I’m going to f**k you right here, right now.” You aren’t looking for a friend or to make love—you want to burst inside this b***h as soon as she screams out your name so loud the neighbors can hear.
“Whatever you want.” She’s putty in your hands. “I have never been more turned on by a man than I am by you right now.”
You give her a cocky smirk as soon as you hear this. You love it when the bar bitches want to flatter you.
She unbuckles her belt. You grab her by the hips and spin her around. She’s wasting too much time, so you shove her forward and bend her over the arm of the old plush couch. She works her pants loose and you stomp them to the ground with your foot between her le
