BRITTANY: “Fuck me harder than you fucked her”

I shouldn’t have been watching. But the balcony doors were open and so were the curtains. It wasn’t my fault that his apartment faced mine across the courtyard. It wasn’t my fault that warm night air carried sound like a secret begging to be overheard. I just returned home late after closing the bar and wanted to shower and sleep but I just settled in and started hearing sounds from outside my building

At first, I thought the laughter was music.

Then I saw her.

She was sitting on his kitchen counter, legs wrapped loosely around his waist, her fingers tangled in his shirt as he kissed along her neck. Slow and confident, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

I froze behind my own curtain. I should have stepped away, Instead, I stayed. Because the man kissing her wasn’t just any man.

He was the stranger I’d noticed two weeks ago at the café downstairs. The one with the dark eyes and the lazy smile who held my gaze a second longer than necessary when I ordered my coffee.

The one who had said, “See you around,” like it was a promise.

I hadn’t seen him around. Until now and he was very clearly occupied.

Jealousy is an ugly emotion. But desire? Desire is worse. Because as I watched his hands slide down her back, I wasn’t angry at her. I was angry that it wasn’t me.

The next morning, I dressed with intention. Red dress, not subtle at all. I went to the café at the exact time I had seen him there before.

And there he was, sitting alone and scrolling through his phone with his jaw tense and his expression unreadable. Interesting.

I ordered slowly, waited and took my time adding sugar I didn’t need. When I turned, I “accidentally” bumped into his table.

“Oh…I’m so sorry.”

He looked up. Recognition flickered. Then something sharper.

“It’s you,” he said.

His voice was rougher in daylight.

“Me?” I tilted my head innocently.

“Balcony across the courtyard.”

So he had noticed me too.

I smiled faintly. “Ah.”

Silence stretched. Charged.

“You seemed… busy last night,” I said lightly, stirring my coffee.

His eyes darkened.

“You were watching.”

It wasn’t a question.

I took a slow sip. Let the moment breathe.

“The curtains were open.”

He leaned back in his chair, studying me like I was something far more interesting than the woman from the night before.

“You didn’t look away.”

“No.”

His thumb traced the rim of his cup. “Most people would.”

“I’m not most people.”

A muscle moved in his jaw and suddenly I understood something. The woman last night? She wasn’t the one in control. He was and he liked being watched.

“You free tonight?” he asked. Straightforward.

My pulse jumped, but I didn’t show it.

“That depends,” I replied. “Are your curtains staying open?”

A slow smile curved his mouth.

“They can.”

That evening, I didn’t watch from my apartment. I knocked on his door. He opened it almost immediately like he had been waiting.

This time there was no other woman. No laughter. No distraction. Just him and the awareness that I had chosen to step into the scene instead of observing it.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked quietly. I appreciated that.

“Yes.”

He stepped closer.

“Because last night wasn’t a performance.”

“I know.”

“And this isn’t a competition.”

“I know that too.”

I reached up, brushing my fingers lightly along his collar.

“But I don’t want to watch anymore.”

His exhale was slow.

Controlled.

Then his hand came to my waist, firm but not forcing, drawing me inside.

The door closed behind me.

“I watched as you fucked her on that table in a way I have never seen before… you were patient but rough. I whispered as I walked closer to him and pushed him in slightly till the door closed behind us. “I touched myself but the relief I got was not satisfactory… If she can get her release, I can also get mine.” I continued as I started rubbing his crotch

He stepped aside. “Take off your top and get on your knees slut” he spoke as he took his seat

The words sound demeaning but I felt a rush of desire from the command.

“Now tell me what you want me to do for you” he commanded as he grabbed my face and his fingers trailed my lips

“ I want you to make me feel what I have never felt before. I know you can go crazier than you did with that lady. I am not like her, I love to …explore” I said as I crawled toward him and rubbed my hands on his crotch and felt as his cock throbbed under my touch

“I have a naughty girl on my hands” he laughed as he dragged me and laid me on his knees. “Naughty girls get spanked” he said as he lifted my dress up to display the set of lingerie I chose specially for the event and he began to slap my ass. The pain and pleasure drove me crazy. I began to feel my juice drip down my panties and wet his trouser.

“Someone is dripping already” he whispered in my ears as he shifted my panties and touched my pussy then he took his fingers into his mouth and tasted my juice. “You taste wonderful my muse” he groaned. Then he laid me on the couch and spread my legs open “let me have me full meal now… a taste is not enough” he then took off my panties and dove into my pussy. his tongue teased my clit while he inserted his fingers into my pussy.

He moved from my pussy and started kissing me softly and I could taste my juice on his lips. I got more aroused as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. “I want you please… I can’t hold on any longer… please take me now” I whispered in a plea

“Not so fast my muse… I need to take my time with you… I will give you an experience that you will never forget” he refused. He increased his pace and added another finger filling me up completely till, I feel my pussy clench on his fingers as I came really hard.

He stood up, shedding his clothes. “ It’s your turn now. On your knees. Let me see the freak that you are”. he commanded

I stood up from the couch, legs still shaking from the intense orgasm and knelt before his throbbing cock. It was veined and thick with the tip leaking precum. I gripped and stroked it before putting it inside my mouth, stretching my lips as I took him inch by inch till it reached my throat then i started moving back and forth with expertise

“fuuuck “ he hissed as he used hands to hold back my hair as he guided my movement “you are indeed a freak, see how hungry you are for my cock” he said as his hand slid down and teased my nipples and almost made me lose control and focus. I continued to lick up and down his cock and tease his balls. “ Fill my mouth with your cum daddy… let me taste you please” I begged as his control frayed and his movements got faster and rougher till, I gagged and tears spilled from my eyes and within seconds, he filled my mouth with his hot cum.

“Now it’s time for the second course” he said as he lifted me up. “ Do you want me to fuck you here or take you to my bed?”

“Your bed please.” I whispered.

He carried me up with my thighs wrapping round his waist and he lined my entrance with his cock as he thrust into me quickly. “let’s not waste precious time as we go up” he said as he continued to fuck me as he took me up the stairs to his bedroom. As we got to the door, he leaned my back to the door and he rammed me hard until I starts shaking and my pussy walls start clenching my cock as I orgasm.

He let me catch my breath for some seconds. “Get on that bed, kneel and spread your pussy open for my cock”. He ordered

I obeyed instantly and knelt arching my back and spreading my ass cheeks. he knelt behind me on the bed and entered me quickly, earning a gasp from me. “Tell me how much you want this cock” he ordered. “Please I want it badly… it’s stretching me out so good… daddy please” I moaned as I tried to maintain my balance as he fucked me hard and fast.

“Be a good girl and rub your clit for me” he instructed as he grabbed my breast, pinching my nipples as he continued to thrust into me till, I have my third orgasm and my pussy clenched on his cock as he filled my pussy with his seed.

He gave me more orgasms that night and I understood why the lady had arched like that when he fucked her.

When I left his house in the dark of the night, my lipstick was gone and my pride was bruised in the best possible way.