It was past midnight. The weather was very cold. A puff of smoke formed everytime one opened their mouth to speak. Water vapor condensed on the glasses of departmental stores. A man in his jet black leather jacket walked carrying a young lady in his arms. AN expensive sports car sped by the now empty road, the roar of engine echoing for some extra seconds. The drunk woman slurred incoherent words to no one in particular. Unfazed by her disturbance he looked at his approaching apartment.

Alain Froster, a man in his mid-twenties, had gone to a nightclub on a Saturday night. He was tired after working overtime for over a week and hence went to vent out his frustration with the help of a few shots. Never had he thought he would meet this weird girl who was drunk beyond her tolerance. He ignored her even when she tripped and almost fell on his lap with her busty boobs pressed on his face. He irritatingly stood up and went somewhere else to sit when he saw she was giggling at some roughly built men. They didn't give a good vibe but she was too intoxicated to judge. Exhaling a deep sigh, Alain walked over to her. He didn't know if he himself was intoxicated or it was just his kindness that he scooped her in his arms and left the club.

"Sleep." He kept his conversation short and cold as he threw the pillows on her wasted form. She giggled like a child in reply. Rolling his eyes, Alain took the towel from the shelf and stomped into the bathroom. The door shut with a bang, clearly showing off his irritation.

The warm shower tickled his tanned skin. He looked at the mirror which only showed the image of his robust chest and handsome face. Slender eyes with a pointy nose, a trimmed beard and back brushed black hair almost touching his shoulders. Soon the image blurred due to the fog created by the contrasting temperature of the water. Alain ran his fingers through his lower abdomen until they touched his crotch. He caressed the genitalia as he relaxed more under the warm artificial rain. He had the certain urge to pleasure himself but he knew a nuisance was waiting for him outside. The last thing he wanted was another trouble. With a grunt, he turned off the tap.

Alain shivered the moment his bare skin came in contact with the cold wind but it felt refreshing at the same time. He saw the girl sleeping under the sheets. Sighing in relief he took his phone and walked out of the room. Seemed like he would have to spend his night on the couch.

He plopped himself on the sofa with a can of soda and opened his phone. His school friends were fooling around like usual in the group chat. The group of seven consisted of both girls and boys. Most of them were in a relationship and two of them were already married. He was the only one left single. But they were still the same as when they were in high school. He involuntarily smiled at their double-meaning jokes which included everything from a fruit to a pussy. Indeed no one could replace his school friends.

After wishing them a 'Spicy night' instead of 'good night', Alain walked over to grab his night dress and a blanket. His eyes popped out when he found his bed empty. She had fooled him. "Where the fuck did she go now?!" He cursed and turned his head to his right only to find her looking outside the window.

The chain of her dress was carelessly open revealing her bare back. Her hair was scooped in front giving him a clear view of the dark infinite tattoo just above her bra line. That's when he realized she was wearing red lingerie under her maroon knee-length dress. Red was his favorite color. Alain couldn't ignore how gorgeous her curvy body and glistening skin looked in the dimly lit room.

He suddenly felt hot even when the window was open and he wore nothing but a towel around his torso. Unconsciously licking his lips he ogled at her attractive huge ass until he heard a loud curse leave her lips. He shook his head and mentally slapped himself to get a hold of his lust.

"Hey! Just go to sleep already!" He spat with clear frustration due to lack of sleep as well as sexual tension at that moment. "The first thing I will do tomorrow is kick you out of the house. Do you hear me?!"

"I- " He couldn't complete his sentence as she pressed her lips on his without a warning. Alain's eyes widened like saucers. It was definitely not what he had anticipated. He raised his hand to push her away but stopped in the mid-air.

Honeydew, her lips tasted sweet like honeydew. As if she just understood his building tension, she softly nibbled his lips and successfully pushed her tongue inside. "Get a girl, Alain." He recalled his chat with his friends. That's when he completely submitted himself to lust.

He pulled her more into him by holding a fistful of her hair. Her hands shamelessly roamed around his well-built body. She ran her cold fingers through every curve of his muscle. His dick throbbed under the towel. They broke the kiss only for Alain to attack her on the revealing collarbone. The area turned a dark shade of purple after every blissful suck. The girl moaned in delight.

"Maybe she was equally needy and need to break free." Alain thought to justify his actions. It was not that he was doing something wrong. He was just helping her. Girls in New York were much more open-minded than the ones in his native land. Besides, she had brought this upon herself.

He pulled down her dress and bit the soft skin below her cleavage as she let out another pleasuring moan. He smirked when she noticed her thighs tightly pressed against each other. "You like that?" He asked in a husky voice that was deeper than the ocean. That night there was no stopping.

He knew he should have stopped that night. He knew he should have just pushed her away. He knew he should have never taken her to the bed when she moaned "I need you." Only if he had fought back his lust that night.

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