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The Cock Next Door(5)
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2026-04-04 15:44:46"Gonna fuck this tight ass now," he growled, stretching my cheeks apart. He spit directly onto my puckered hole before pressing the head of his cock against it.
“Fuuuck." I screamed, when he shoved his way inside. His hips moved forward, making me whimper into the leather cushion.
I was full, so completely full. This intense, tearing friction was incomparable to any basic sex I'd had in the past. I wanted more of the pain. I wanted him to fuck me absolutely silly.
”You're so fucking hot when you scream like that,” he muttered, his large hands gripping my hips to keep me in place as he fucked my ass hard, each thrust sending me into another dimension.
“Milking my cock like a whore," he rasped.
I moaned loudly at his words, the dirty talk making my pussy completely flood with moisture. "Fuck me harder… I'll be your dirty little slut…put your big cock into any hole you want!"
We were a total sweaty mess as the sounds of our lovemaking filled the quiet room. He raised one of my legs up over the couch arm, the brutal new angle let him grind even deeper, hitting spots that made stars burst behind my eyes.
"Come on my cock," he demanded.
I screamed his name as my juices dripped heavily down my thighs.
“Yes. Scream my name like you do at night.”
The words hit my brain like a physical shock. Wait… How did he know?
He smirked down at me. “I heard you through the wall at night, Annie. I heard your moans and the exact way you say my name when you're alone.”
I blushed furiously, my face burning against the leather. Oh my God, was I really that loud?
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby. We both wanted this.” He whispered. He pulled out slowly, leaving my backside slick and throbbing. “Since when you moved in. I wanted so badly to put my cock in you.”
I whimpered as my body shuddered from the sudden loss of his heat. My hands were entirely free now, but my wrists still felt slightly numb from where the rope had been. Even though I was embarrassed, I was desperate for more.
Suddenly, he turned me around on the cushions and crushed his mouth over mine. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, pulling him closer. Our kiss turned incredibly sloppy as we completely devoured each other.
He pulled away and grabbed my breast. “I wanted to do unforgivable things to that fat ass the second I saw you in the hallway.” He pinched my nipple hard until I moaned directly into his mouth.
"More," I gasped, loving the sting. I was definitely crazy. This man was making me lose my mind. I didn't know what kind of spell he had cast on me, must be his magic cock.
He bent down to suck heavily on my wet nipple while he slid his fingers right into my aching, neglected pussy. I moaned loudly as his knuckles rubbed hard against my G-spot, and my knees turn weak.
"Greedy slut," he rasped against my skin, his fingers moving fast. "Can't get enough."
He abruptly pulled his fingers free from my clit and smeared my juices across my lips. "Taste it." He commanded.
Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and sucked my own sweet juices directly off his fingers, watching his eyes turn completely dark.
He stood up, and gripped my waist to pull me up off the couch with him. My legs instantly wobbled, completely useless, but he steadied me easily before scooping me into his arms like I weighed nothing at all.
"I’m gonna fuck you in the kitchen now," he growled against my ear. My naked body pressed against his still-hard cock, which twitched against my thigh with every step he took down the hallway.
He set me down on the cold granite countertop. The coldness made me gasp and when I spread my legs wide, he stepped right between them, and kissed me again passionately while his tatted hands roamed everywhere, squeezing my breasts, my ass.
"Fuck me." I begged, while grinding my wet clit right against his thigh.
He grinned, but instead of entering me, he dropped to his knees and buried his face straight into my soaking pussy. He sucked my clit hard and fast, his tongue licking up the juices pouring out of me.
I screamed in absolute pleasure, and ran my fingers through his soft hair as he sucked and bit at my sensitive flesh.
"You taste so fucking good," he stood back up and grabbed his cock, guiding the wet head right back to my entrance.
Before I could do anything else, he flipped me over on the stone, and bent me across the counter then rammed his cock into my ass.
“I love the feel of you," I mumbled into my forearms, his size stretching me to my absolute limit.
I moaned like a pornstar, feeling another massive orgasm coming as he stretched me wide. He put his thick fingers into my pussy from beneath, double-penetrating me with his fingers and his dick until I was a mess. All I could think about was how good this felt.
He slowed down and leaned forward, kissing my neck softly. "You okay?" he whispered, his voice incredibly husky and I nodded, my body trembling as he began to rock his hips gently. We kissed over his shoulder while he moved inside my ass. It felt sweet at that moment. I loved the way one moment, he was ruthless and the next he was sweet.
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