FINAL SNEAK PEEK - NOT SO SILENT NIGHT

Tomorrow, C. Monet returns with Not So Silent Night. Here’s one final sneak peek!

“Don’t you even try closing this door after you’ve kept me up all night,” she said with her hand on her waist. The simple move gave me a good idea of how thin her waist was but how large her ass was. She was curvy but still regal. 
“Damn,” I muttered still eyeballing her short frame and lovely thick lips. My dick strained against the towel I had wrapped around my waist. I attempted to shut the door to hide my erection, but she stopped it again with her hand. 
“Excuse me?” she snapped.
“My bad, what did I do again?” I was in my own head while looking at her. I basked in open admiration, but she didn’t notice. She was too pissed off to catch it. I flashed a smile, but it didn’t work on her.
“Well Toby, let me first start off by saying you need to soundproof your apartment if you plan to have loud sinful sex all times of the night. I’ve been up since three listening to you and Laura fuck like rabbits. Second, I would like for you to be considerate of your neighbors and maybe bring the sluts back to your apartment at a decent hour. I work long hours and when I get home and crawl in my bed I would like to get at least eight hours of sleep. Can you handle that?” 
She was feisty and I liked it, but no one had ever handled me the way she was attempting to handle me. Was she jealous?  I heard her loud and clear, but I wouldn’t be Tobin Looney if I didn’t create waves and piss people off. It was a part of my charm and ladies say they hated but most secretly loved it. I wouldn’t mind having her in my unsound-proofed apartment listening to her scream the lyrics to my songs.
“Would you like to come in for a minute?” I winked and she turned her lip and nose up like I had offended her. A smile jumped on my face because I knew she was thinking about it. She shifted from one tiny foot to the other. “Come on, I don’t bite.” 
“You smoke crack, don’t you? It has to be crack. Or wait, is it that fakey? It has to be something, because maybe you didn’t hear me or maybe you just got me fucking confused with the whores you bring home. Why would you assume I’d like to come in and become another notch on your belt?” 
“I didn’t say that you did. So is that what you would like to do?” Her cinnamon colored skin showed hints of red as she blushed. I hoped she knew I would take good care of that pussy if she did step inside. I was so fired up I didn’t even need to catch my second wind. I knew the pussy was angry, pissed that it hadn’t been played with in a long time. I had her covered if she would just put away her morals for a few hours and let me have my way. 

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