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HER NEIGHBOR~PART THREE

Author: Curvywrites
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-13 05:49:23

 "But you said stop." Jacob only laughed.

"I was just…" his lips glistening with her pleasure. Ignoring her, he leaned down and kissed her hard, his tongue plunging into her mouth, letting her taste herself on him. The act was possessive, dominating.

Without a word, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms. His grip was firm, his hold possessive, as he carried her through the house. She had never been inside before, and as she caught glimpses of the sleek, modern design, she regretted not taking this step sooner. He laid her down on the bed, surrounded by glass walls that reflected their heated bodies in the dim light. His hands trailed down her skin, teasingly slow, igniting every nerve as his mouth claimed hers again. She moaned into the kiss, her body arching toward him, desperate for more. His fingers grazed her breasts, teasing her hardened nipples before sliding down her stomach and pausing just above her aching core. His voice was rough and withholding as he whispered, "I need you to ride me". Her body responded instantly, a rush of arousal surging through her. She pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him with only confidence fueled by her to be on top. Her dark thighs framed his hips as she straddled him, her eyes trailing over his sculpted body and the way his cock stood tall, thick, and proud. "Impressive," she murmured with a closet smile, her voice dripping with need. Jacob let out a breathy laugh, his dark eyes locked on her. 

"Condom?" she asked, arching a brow. “Trousers," he replied, holding in a strangled moan. Reaching for his discarded trousers, she pulled out a condom from his wallet and rolled it onto him with care. She climbed back into position, her legs bracketing his hips as she prepared to take control. His hands gripped her waist tightly as she lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate him. It had been a long time, and the tightness was uncomfortable, but it was mixed with a delicious pleasure that made her shiver. "You feel so good," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. Jacob responded with a sharp smack to her ass, the sting making her gasp. It spurred her on, a fresh wave of heat coursing through her as she began to move. She started slowly, rolling her hips in sensual circles, teasing them both with exquisite friction. Her head fell back, her moans filling the room as she found her rhythm, each movement a mix of power and surrender. Jacob moaned beneath her as he guided her movements, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She rode him faster, her body moving with a cadence that drove them both closer to the edge. His gaze never left her, drinking in the way she arched her back and rolled her hips, taking him deeper with every motion. The memory of a friend’s playful suggestion, spelling out the word 

‘color’ with her pussy, flashed through her mind, and she smirked. Putting it into practice now seemed to be working, judging by the way Jacob growled, his fingers teasing her nipples while delivering sharp smacks to her ass. Leaning back, she rested her hands on his thighs for balance, giving him an unobstructed view of her body. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, catching the dim light as Jacob’s eyes clouded over, his breath rugged and uneven. 

"You look so fucking good like that," he growled, and she felt like she could cum. Her wetness coated him, dripping down her thighs as she rode him harder. She moaned loudly, the sensation of him stretching her, filling her, driving her wild. Every roll of her hips brought a fresh surge of pleasure, and she chased the release building inside her.

Without warning, Jacob sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against his chest. She gasped as his mouth found her neck, sucking and biting, his hips moving in sync with hers. His cock drove deeper, his thrusts harder, hitting the spot inside her that made her cry out. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he took control, his movements pumping straight through her. The tension inside her coiled tighter, her body trembling on the edge of release. But he wasn’t finished. 

In a swift motion, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him. She barely had time to gasp before he lifted her legs, throwing them over his shoulders. His next thrust slammed into her, hard and deep. "Fuck!" she cried out, her head falling back as the new angle sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. Jacob’s pace was quick, his hands gripping her thighs as he pounded into her. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her breath hitching with every thrust. 

The building pleasure was overwhelming, the sensation of his cock driving into her again and again sending her hurtling toward another climax. "Please, Jacob," she begged. "I’m going to…." Her orgasm crashed over her, ripping through her with a force that left her breathless. His thrusts became more urgent, drawing out every aftershock until she was trembling, her body spent and pliant beneath him.

Flipping her onto her stomach, he lifted her hips, positioning her on all fours. The cool air kissed her heated skin, but all she could think about was the need to feel him again. He entered her with one swift motion, filling her. She moaned loudly, her back arching as he began to move, his swiftness low and intentional at first. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him, the angle hitting her most sensitive spot with precision. Leaning over her, his chest pressed against her back as he growled in her ear, "You’re mine". 

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, and she pushed back against him, urging him to go harder. Jacob obliged, his pace quickening, his thrusts harder and deeper, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. Reaching around, he found her clit, his fingers moving in tight, fast circles that pushed her closer to the edge. 

The combination of his cock pounding into her and his fingers working her clit was too much. She screamed his name as her orgasm hit, her body shaking violently beneath him. Jacob groaned deeply, his grip on her hips constricting as he thrust into her one last time, burying himself balls deep inside her as he came with a growl. They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and tangled sheets. The way he had taken her, claimed her, it was a feeling she would probably chase nonstop. 


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