2.3 The Neighbor’s Temptation

Steven’s breath hitched, the sound loud in the silent room. His eyes devoured her. The tension mounted, unspoken yet palpable, and the room seemed to shrink around the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Suddenly Myra shuffled, turning slightly onto her side. Her eyelids fluttered and she inhaled sharply, suddenly jolted awake by the sensation of cool air on her bare skin. Her gaze flew to the figure hovering over her bed and she stiffened, recognition and shock flashing across her face.

"Steven!" she gasped, her voice rough with sleep. 

She sat up abruptly. Her nightgown had slipped down to reveal the swell of her breasts and the creamy skin of her thighs. She made no move to cover herself, wanting him to look at her, to drink her in, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"You're here," she purred, her eyes gleaming with desire. "Finally."

Myra had been waiting for this moment for so long, dreaming about it, plotting how to make it happen and now, here he was, standing over her, his eyes raking over her nearly naked body. She watched as his Adam's apple bobbed with a hard swallow and a slow smile spread across her face. She had him right where she wanted him.

"What took you so long?" she teased. "I thought you'd never come to me. Why don't you join me?"

She lay back against the pillows, her body languid and inviting. She could feel the heat building between her legs, a throbbing ache that only Steven could satisfy.

"Come on, baby," she cooed, her voice dripping with seduction. "I've been waiting for you. I need you."

She reached out a hand, beckoning him closer, her eyes never leaving his face. The air between them was thick with tension and the promise of what was to come.

"Fuck me," she breathed, the words falling from her lips like a prayer. "Please, Steven. Fuck me senseless."

The moment Myra invited him to join her, something snapped inside Steven. A wild beast took over, its sole purpose to claim her, to ravish her, to make her his. He pounced on the bed, landing on top of her with a growl that sent shivers down her spine, his hands clawing at the thin fabric of her nightgown.

"Oh, I'll fuck you alright," he growled, his voice a feral snarl. "I need you. I need to taste you, to mark you mine."

He ripped the dress off her body, leaving her bare and panting beneath him. His eyes rolled over her curves, drinking in every inch of her smooth, ivory skin.

"You're fucking beautiful," he rasped, his hands coming up to cup her full breasts. "I'm going to devour you and fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk straight for a week."

His head dipped down, capturing one rosy nipple between his teeth. He bit down, not hard enough to break the skin, but with enough pressure to send jolts of pleasure-pain straight to Myra's core.

"Oh God," she moaned, arching her back to push more of her flesh into his eager mouth. "Yes. Take me, Steven. Make me yours."

His mouth found her neck, his teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh as his hands roamed her body, groping and squeezing. He bit down hard, marking her, claiming her as his own. She could only whimper in response, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain as he moved lower, his tongue trailing down her chest.

Myra's head thrashed against the pillows, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him to her chest. He latched onto a nipple, sucking hard and biting the sensitive bud until they were red and swollen.

"Please," she begged, fisting her hands in his hair. "More."

He chuckled darkly, a sound that sent a thrill through her. His hand moved between her legs, pushing her thighs apart as his fingers sought out her dripping core. Steven trailed kisses down her stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel. Myra writhed beneath him, desperate for more.

"Already so wet for me," he purred, sliding a finger inside her tight heat.

"Yes," she gasped, rocking her hips against his hand. 

He buried his face between her legs, licking a broad stripe up her slit. He growled in approval at the taste of her arousal, his tongue delving deeper to collect every drop of her essence.

"Mmm, you taste fucking incredible," he rumbled against her flesh, the vibrations adding to her pleasure. "I could eat this sweet cunt all day."

Myra keened at his filthy words, her hips bucking against his face. Steven sealed his lips around her clit and sucked hard, his tongue flicking back and forth over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Myra cried, her hands scrabbling at the sheets as she felt her orgasm building. "Don't stop, Steven! Make me come on your face!"

He doubled his efforts, sucking and licking and biting until Myra was a writhing, moaning mess beneath him. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he thrust two fingers deep inside her fluttering hole, pumping them in time with the lashes of his tongue.

That was all it took to send her flying over the edge. Myra came with a scream, her body convulsing as waves of pure ecstasy crashed over her. Steven lapped at her flowing juices, prolonging her pleasure until she was boneless and sated.

"I need you inside me, Steven. Please, fuck me like your whore,” she cried out, arching her back to press her breasts against his chest.

He pulled away just long enough to strip off his clothes and then he was back, his hard cock pressing against her entrance.

"Beg for it, slut," he demanded, teasing her by rubbing his hard cock on her slit. "Beg me to fuck you."

"Please," she whimpered, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Please fuck me, Steven. Fuck me hard. Make me scream."

With a roar of triumph, he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion. She cried out, her nails raking down his back as he began to move, pounding into her with wild abandon.

"Fuck!" he groaned, his face contorting with pleasure. "You feel so good, so tight."

She could only moan in response, lost in the sensation of his thick cock filling her over and over again. He was so deep inside her, stretching her, claiming her, owning her completely.

"Yes," she sobbed, clinging to him as she felt her climax building. "Yes, yes, yes!"

He fucked her harder, faster, driving into her with a force that shook the bed. "Fuck," he growled, his thrusts growing erratic. "I'm going to come. I'm going to fill you up."

"Yes," she gasped, holding him tight as she felt his cock twitch inside her. "Come for me, Steven. Give it to me."

With a final, brutal thrust, he emptied himself inside her, his hot seed flooding her depths.

Before Myra could even catch her breath, Steven rolled them over, switching their positions in one swift motion, positioning her on top of him. His hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her down onto his still-hard cock.

"What..." she gasped, blinking down at him in surprise. "But you just..."

"Not done with you yet, baby.” He grinned up at her, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Ride me," he commanded, his voice rough with lust. "Show me how much you want it. Fuck yourself on my cock."

Myra obeyed eagerly, lifting herself up until just the tip of his cock remained inside her and then slamming back down with a moan. She began to move, rising and falling on his thick shaft, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

He also grabbed her hips and began to thrust up into her, fucking her hard and fast from below. Myra cried out, her head falling back as she braced her hands on his chest for leverage.

"Oh god," she moaned, her inner walls clenching around him. "Steven, you feel so good."

"Fuck!" he groaned, his eyes locked on her body. "You look so hot riding my cock, so fucking sexy."

She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest as she rode him harder, faster. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.

“Ahh…” she cried out, her nails raking down his chest.

"Fuck! You're so sexy. Look at you, taking my cock like you were made for it," he hissed through gritted teeth, his hands kneading the flesh of her ass.

Myra could only moan in response, lost in the sensation of being filled and stretched by his enormous member. He reached up, cupping her breasts in his hands and squeezing them roughly. He pinched her nipples between his fingers, twisting and tugging on the sensitive buds until she was writhing on top of him.

"Scream louder. Let the whole house hear how much you love my cock," he demanded, his hips bucking up to meet her thrusts.

She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she let out a loud moan. She could feel another orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in her core.

"Harder," she begged, grinding her hips against his. "Please don't stop. Fuck me harder."

Steven obliged, slamming up into her with enough force to make the bed shake. His balls slapped against her ass with each thrust, the sound obscene and thrilling.

"I won't," he promised, pistoning his hips up to meet hers. "I'm going to fuck you all night long.”

She whimpered, her body tensing as her climax approached. He reached between them, finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles.

"I'm going to come. I'm going to come all over your big, fat cock," she gasped, her body tensing as she teetered on the edge.

"Come for me," he growled, pounding into her relentlessly. "Come all over my fucking cock."

That was all it took. Myra came undone, her pussy clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. He continued to fuck her through it, prolonging her orgasm until she was nothing but a writhing, shuddering mess.

"Fuck," he groaned, his movements growing erratic. "I'm going to come again. I'm going to fill you up again."

"Yes," she gasped, clenching her muscles around him. "Give it to me. Give me every last drop."

With a roar, he thrust up one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he exploded inside her. She could feel his hot seed flooding her channel, mixing with the remains of his first release.

As her orgasm began to fade, he rolled them back over, pinning her beneath him once again. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, pushing them up and back towards her chest, opening her up even more.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight, until you're sore and aching and the only thing you can think about is my cock inside you," he promised, his voice dark and dangerous. 

Myra could only whimper in response, her body completely at his mercy. She knew he would deliver on that promise and she couldn't wait. After all, it had been her ultimate fantasy to become his slut.