A Night With Red Robin

It had been really hot that night, so I decided to wear only an oversized t-shirt. My hair was up in a messy bun, and on my lap was a book. Nothing too special. It was a nightly routine, and one that I had grown accustomed to. I liked it. The simplicity of it was soothing, and regenerating after a long day.

Thankfully my sister was out. She had an itch she needed to scratch. Who was I to blame her? We all did. Selina had the best body too. I envied her.

That night wasn't going to be the same as other nights though.

Sometime around two, after I had fed the cats, I made my way to my computer. Only to see one of the window's open. I made my way over, and slowly closed it. The food factory downstairs wasn't smelling wonderful that night, so I could deal with the heat from having no windows in the studio.

However, when I got there I realized someone was in the process of opening it right there. I gave a cry out, and stumbled backwards to grab the baseball bat we have near the window. I picked it up quickly, and then I swung. The person dropped to the ground. I stepped forward and looked down. His face was all pimply. He was overweight, and clearly desperate. He was trying to knock over an apartment above a food factory. I felt a bit of pity for him, but instead just kicked him.

"You know you shouldn't kick people when they're down," a deep sultry voice spoke out. It was so smooth, and made me tingle.

I looked up and saw a man standing above me. He had amazing blue eyes. I'd never seen something like them before. He wore a mask, but when my eyes finally trailed down to his lips, I couldn't help but lick my own. I looked back up at him and gave a small timid smile.

"People shouldn't try to knock off houses," I said as I bit my bottom lip slightly.

"Are you okay?" He asked slowly.

"Yah, nothing I can't handle," I chuckled slowly and put the bat down where it's rightful place is.

"Sorry I couldn't get him before he got in. I've been following him a little, but I got distracted," he chuckled in return.

"Oh?"

"Yeah," he said slowly. "See," he paused and stepped forward slowly putting his hand on my hip pulling me forward. Slowly he pulled up the end of my shirt and his fingers snaked down to grab my ass. Slowly he massaged it and gave a grin. "There was this girl who wore no underwear under her shirt," he grinned. "The wind blew her shirt up, and ended up making something else stand to attention."

I gave a small smile and looked up at him. Slowly I moved my arm around his shoulder pulling myself up. Pulling my leg up long him and locking it over his toned ass. I pressed my lips against his, and started to rock myself against him. I was already wet a bit. The lips of my pussy glistening slightly, and it only got wetter as time went on and I felt the growth of his wide cock between my legs. He pulled me up and pushed me up against the wall. One of his hands moving down to my groin. When he flicked a finger over my clit I gave a cry out into his lips, he only laughed as he did it again, and I displayed the same reaction.

Slowly he slipped a finger inside of me, fuck he felt amazing. He knew every button to press, every thing to do. I licked my lips and rested my head against the wall, as he started to kiss down my neck. His other hand going underneath my shirt and grasping my breast. He pinched my nipple, and as I cried out, he merely laughed at me again.

I think he loved to see me in the throws of absolute passion. Fuck I didn't even care.

"Beg," he said in a low growl from the corner of my neck.

"What?"

He pressed his thumb on my clit in a type of punishment. I shook against him and the jolts of feeling rushing through me. "Beg for me," he said again as he bit down lightly.

"I..." I started and then rocked my hips against him. My modesty was all gone. He was taking every ounce of it. "Fuck me, fuck me," I whispered into his ear.

In that moment he cracked, he gave a groan. I said the right words. I smiled at my victory, and he unzipped his pants. He adjusted himself and then pushed himself in. I cried out as he filled me completely. He was in the corner of my neck grunting, moaning, and making all the right sounds.

The thrusts became rhythmic, as if we were fucking to some silent beat. Each time he withdrew my hips shifted themselves so that they might get a bit more. His lips kept on kissing up my neck, and when they found my own, I couldn't help but moan into them as I bit down on his lip.

When I looked up into his eyes he withdrew completely. He picked me up off the wall and moved to the couch. He sat himself down and then grinned up at me greedily. "Fuck me," he grinned licking his lips as he bucked up into me slightly.

I gave a cry out, but slowly got into it. I tore my shirt off and threw it to the ground. His gloved hands found my breasts and started massaging them.

Then he soon moved a hand down to play along with my clit again. I cried out each time he hit the right spot. Soon enough, I found my climax coming. I bit my lip and bent forward putting a hand on his chest. "I..." I started.

"Cum for me kitty," he said knowing what I wanted.

He started taking over bucking up into me. Each time it was harder, and faster. I begun to cry out as I felt my orgasm rock through my body. I clenched up every muscle. Squeezing tight on his cock. He loved it I could tell as he started to moan louder.

It was my turn to know what he wanted.

"Cum for me Red Robin," I said, a smirk curling at the mention of his vigilante name.

That was what he needed. His thrusts became powerful, and then with a few more he squirted his cum deep inside of me. I had never felt more satisfied than when he looked up at me and pulled me down for a tender kiss. "Mmm, that's my pussy cat," he smiled playfully as he kissed me again with a playful smile on his lips.