Next Door Sin

Charlotte’s POV

Mom was sleeping peacefully in the next room when I finally got Sebastian to fuck me again, raw, rough, and with no mercy while pretending to be nothing more than his innocent stepdaughter by day.

Sebastian’s huge cock was buried balls-deep inside my soaked pussy, stretching me wide as Stacy knocked again on the connecting door. “Sebastian? Are you okay?” Her voice sounded worried, so close it made my heart slam against my ribs.

His strong hand stayed clamped over my mouth, muffling my whimpers. I was bent over the edge of his bed, ass up, collar tight around my throat, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking down my face.

He froze for a second, breathing ragged against my ear. Then he pulled back and slammed into me hard and silent, the rain outside helped to silence the sound of the wet slap of our skin. “Take it, princess,” he growled low, whispering to me. “Take Daddy’s cock while your mom is right there.”

I came instantly, pussy squirting around his thickness in hot, quiet pulses that soaked his balls. The danger made everything ten times stronger. He kept pounding me from behind, one hand choking me lightly over the collar, the other spanking my ass with sharp, stinging slaps that pushed me higher.

He was fucking me perfectly, just like I’d always fantasized. Every thrust hit deep, claiming me, ruining me for anyone else.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hissed, hips snapping faster. “This pussy was made for me.”

Stacy lingered by the door. We could hear her shifting, waiting for an answer. Sebastian covered my mouth tighter and slowed his thrusts into deep, grinding rolls that rubbed my g-spot perfectly.

I shook with another silent orgasm, biting his palm to stay quiet. The risk was insane.

I betrayed my mum, all for a dick. But Sebastian is too good in bed. Who wouldn’t want him?

When Stacy finally walked away, Sebastian lost the last of his control. He fucked me harder, deeper, the bed creaking softly. “I’m sorry, baby girl… I can’t stop,” he confessed between thrusts, voice rough.

“Fuck, you’re so sweet. You want daddy’s cock? I’ll make you beg for it, you slutty girl. You’re mine now. Daddy’s play thing.”

His words hit me deep. Tears ran down my cheeks as another orgasm built. I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. “I won’t ever say no to you, Daddy,” I whispered when he loosened his hand for a second.

“Make me yours. No mercy. My pussy is all yours. Fuck me however you want.” “Damn, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this day. You’re the only one who can make me feel this way.”

He groaned and spanked me harder, choking me just right. “You’re going to be the death of me.” His selfish need overtook everything. He drilled me like a man starving, breeding talk spilling out hot and filthy. “Gonna fill this tight little pussy again. I’ll fuck my baby’s pussy while her mom sleeps next door. This cunt is mine now.”

I came so hard my vision blurred, squirting down my thighs as he kept pounding through it.

The mix of emotions, guilt, love, obsession, power, made it mind-blowing. For a moment, hope bloomed bright. This wasn’t just sex. It was a raw connection. He saw me. Wanted me. Needed me the way Stacy never could.

Then his phone rang on the nightstand, Mom’s work line. She must have gone back to her room and called him instead of knocking again.

Sebastian froze mid-thrust, buried to the hilt inside me. My pussy clenched wildly around him, trying to pull him deeper. He reached over and answered, voice surprisingly steady. “Hey, everything’s fine. Just a bad dream.” His free hand kept me pinned, cock twitching deep inside me as Stacy talked about some late report.

The conversation stretched. Every second he stayed buried in me without moving was torture and heaven. I grinded back slowly, silently, chasing another orgasm from the sheer danger of it.

He pinched my clit in warning, but his cock swelled even thicker. Guilt flashed across his face when he looked at me, but he didn’t pull out.

When the call finally ended, he dropped the phone and fucked me like a beast. Hard, fast, desperate thrusts. His hand returned to my mouth as I came again, shaking and squirting quietly all over his bed. “Good girl,” he growled. “Take every drop.”

He slammed deep one last time and exploded, flooding my pussy with hot, thick cum. Rope after rope, breeding me while Mom was literally feet away. We stayed locked together, panting, bodies slick with sweat.

Minutes later, we heard Stacy murmuring in her sleep through the wall, Sebastian’s name, soft and loving. The sound heightened the betrayal, twisting the knife of guilt deep in both of us.

I turned my head, looking up at him with teary, innocent eyes that hid my growing obsession. “Sebastian… Daddy… I think I might be pregnant.”

His eyes widened in shock. Then the connecting door creaked open slightly.

Stacy’s voice, sleepy and concerned, drifted in. “Sebastian? Is everything okay? I thought I heard voices…”

The door opened a little more, and my stepfather’s cum was still leaking down my thighs as we froze, caught in the most dangerous moment of our lives.