The door opened. Brett slipped inside the apartment, the flashlight on his phone guiding him towards the bedroom.
This is almost too easy...
He angled his phone downwards as he eased open the bedroom door. A small laundry basket, overflowing with clothes, stood between him and the bed. It was a pitiful obstacle, and soon he was standing next to the bed, eyes fixed predatorily on the lump under the blanket.
His cock twitched. A smirk tugged at his lips.
Actually...it is too easy. Not that I'm complaining.
He stowed his phone in his pocket, taking a minute to stand in the shadows, letting his eyes adjust, allowing for the anticipation to build as well. Certain details about that lump on the bed became clearer: the shroud of dark hair coming from under the blanket, the feet left vulnerable outside it, a hand clutching the pillow, the lump's midsection rising and falling to placid breathing.
Once he deemed himself ready, he slipped out of his sweatpants and boxers, his swiftly stiffening cock throbbing in the air, free from its cotton prison.
Moving slowly and carefully, he slid the blanket off that lump on the bed.
That dark hair covered bare shoulders, but then inch after inch of a luscious figure was revealed. Unblemished light brown skin, full breasts topped with dusky nipples, a smooth belly, firm thighs, and a ripe ass painted a thrilling picture.
Of course a slut like her would sleep naked.
His smirk grew wider as he tossed the blanket to the floor.
The bed shifted from his weight, but Parvati only stirred briefly. A gentle maneuver brought her from her side onto her stomach, those generous breasts smushed against the mattress.
He straddled her, letting his hands sink into her ass cheeks, spreading them to show off the awaiting slit nestled between them. One hand snuck into that cleft, a few fingers stroking over the folds.
The bed shifted again, this time to more of her stirring. Her legs spread mindlessly, and she murmured quietly, but she did not fully awaken.
His fingers caressed along the slit, drawing more murmurs from her.
Heavy sleeper, I guess...
His eyes raked over her figure, focusing on her breasts, even as he continued to busy himself at her slit. Wetness began to gather from his insistent caresses, her body starting to squirm as well, even as she remained asleep.
She finally awoke when he leaned over her, letting his cock nudge against her slit.
At first, it was only a brief intake of breath that clued him in, but then she bucked slightly.
"...the fuck?" she grumbled in confusion, reaching a hand back.
He intercepted that hand and pinned it to the small of her back.
"What the fuck?!" she cried, bucking again, putting more power into it.
He laughed at the surprised desperation in her voice, leaning over her again to counteract that bucking with his body weight, squeezing pointedly at her wrist. His cock throbbed at her struggle, the head right up against her slit, the accumulated juices paving the way for it to press inside, those lips flowering open.
"Stop, stop it, get off me!"
She bucked harder, looking over her shoulder through the darkness.
His balaclava covered his face but seeing a masked man straddling her was far from soothing.
"Get the fuck off me!"
He slapped his other hand over her mouth and leaned in closer.
"Better be quiet, now, slut, or else you'll wake everyone up..."
She growled, and then bit his palm.
The spark of pain only added to his amusement. He grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her head back, drawing a squeal from her, a much more pitiful sound than the growl.
"If that's how you want to play this, fine by me."
"Get off me! Get the fuck off me! Stop!"
He wrenched her head back again, this time pressing his cock through her slit at the same time, fitting the first inch inside. Her scandalized cry cut into a weak whimper, but then she found her voice again.
"Stop it! Motherfucker!"
He wrenched her head back a third time, drawing another squeal from her, and then thrust his hips forward, spearing deeper into her. That sleek channel, made slick by his initial caresses, welcomed the thrust, clutching hungrily around it, a counterpoint to her angry snarl.
"You know," he began coolly, even as the pleasure immediately kicked up, "if you take it like a good girl, I can make it feel better for you."
"Fuck you! Piece of shit...get off me!"
"Oh, I'm the piece of shit? You're the one who walks around dressed like a whore but won't even give guys the time of day..."
"The fuck does that matter?!"
He let go of her hair to squeeze at her throat.
"Oh, it matters...if you're going to dress the way you do, you could at least spread your legs more."
"Fuck you!"
She bucked again, but his body weight atop her provided a challenge. The attempt made him laugh, and he thrust deeper, driving to the balls inside her accommodating pussy.
"Even your box knows you deserve this..."
"Fuck you!"
"That's all you can say? Not even 'thank you for putting me in my place'?"
She snarled again, reaching back with her other hand to slap at him.
Her lack of maneuverability made it easy for him to avoid the slap. He took a few seconds to indulge in how she felt wrapped snugly around him, juices flowing a bit more even as she resisted him.
"If you think I'll keep quiet about this you're dead wrong. I'll tell every-fucking-body!"
He laughed.
