LA had his eyes on a woman with long, ginger red hair and a pair of ice blue eyes. She wore a black lace bodystocking that showed all her curves. She was chubby but she wasn't lacking confidence. Something about her made him constantly watch her.
"Another shot?" The bartender asked.
"Maybe later," LA answered. "I got some business to take care of first."
The bartender chuckled as LA made his way over to the woman. She eyes him up and down and smirked as he came closer. He felt like a piece of meat but that was how he was supposed to feel in a place like this. He came to fuck. Nothing else.
"You've been watching me all night," she said.
"You noticed," he chuckled. "You're hard not to look at."
"Thank you," she said. "What's your name?"
"LA," he said. "And yours?"
"Ianelle with an I," she said.
"That's unusual. Normally it's spelled with a J," he said. "So tell me, Ianelle with an I, what are you longing for tonight?"
She placed her hand on his crotch and gave his dick a firm squeeze.
"This," she said.
He smirked at her as his dick woke up by that squeeze.
"How do you want it?" He asked.
"Any way you wanna give it to me," she answered.
"I'm down for anything, Ianelle. Any fantasies you want to try tonight? Now is your chance," he said.
"We all got fantasies but sometimes they can't be done. I'm too heavy," she said.
"I don't know what weak frat boys you've fucked in the past but in case you haven't noticed, I come with big muscles," he smirked. "So tell me what you want so I can fulfill your fantasy."
"It's stupid," she said.
"Nothing is stupid in this place," he said.
She blushed a bit and leaned closer.
"I've always wanted to be fucked up against the wall but no man can hold me up for that long," she said.
He grabbed her hips and pushed her up against the wall.
"This wall?" He asked. "Or do you prefer another room?"
"I don't care," she whispered.
He moved his hand in between her legs and smirked at how wet she was. Her bodystocking was already drenched. He pulled it aside and pushed two fingers inside her. She tilted her head back against the wall and moaned lowly.
"You want it bad," he said.
"Please!" She begged. "It's been too long."
"I got you," he said.
He pushed his pants down to his knees, rolled a condom down his dick, grabbed her and lifted her up. She sank down on his dick and locked her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He thrust into her again and again while she clung on to him and moaned into his ear.
"Please!" She whimpered. "I'm so close."
"You're not getting down until I get what I want from you!" He growled. "Better fucking cum on my cock!"
She dug her nails into his skin and cried out. He kept thrusting through her orgasm before letting go too. He held still and she moved her head out and gave him the cutest smile.
"Thank you," she said.
"No, thank you," he grinned. "This was fucking awesome. I'd like to do it again if our paths ever cross in the future."
She blushed and he put her back down. They both fixed their clothes and he leaned in to talk lowly in her ear.
"You're not heavy at all, Ianelle. Those boys in your past were just that. Boys. You need a real man," he kissed her cheek. "I hope you sleep well tonight."