The Neighbor’s Secret Craving Part 2

I spent the whole day nervous. Couldn’t focus on anything. Every time I sat down to read or scroll my phone, I remembered his fingers inside me. The way he called me a dirty little voyeur. The taste of myself on his skin.

By eight-thirty I was a mess. I quickly showered and shaved, making sure everything looks smooth. Tried on three different outfits before settling on a simple black sundress, no bra, thin lace panties that were already damp just thinking about him. Hair down. A little lip gloss. Nothing fancy. Just easy to rip off, like he said.

At nine sharp I knocked on his door.

He opened it shirtless. Jeans low and unbuttoned. Tattoos dark against his skin. That smirk hit me like a slap.

“On time,” he said. “Good girl.”

He stepped aside. I walked in. His place smelled like clean soap and wood and a little bit of him, sweat and musk that made my thighs squeeze.

Door shut.

He didn’t waste time. Grabbed my wrist, pulled me straight to the living room. Same couch where he fucked that girl last night. Same spot he bent her over.

“Sit,” he said, pointing to the armrest.

I perched there. Dress rode up my thighs. He stood between my knees, looking down.

“Lift the dress.”

My hands shook a little, but I did it. Bunched the fabric at my waist. Lace panties dark with wet spot already.

He stared. Licked his lips slow.

“Spread your legs.”

I opened them. Wide. The lace stretched tight over my pussy lips.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Look at that. Soaked through just from knocking on my door.”

His hand came down. Palm flat over my panties. Pressed. I gasped, hips jerking up.

“Tell me what you did all day,” he said, rubbing my clit with steady, twisting strokes. “Thinking about me.”

“I… couldn’t stop,” I whispered. “Kept getting wet. Touched myself once in the shower but stopped. Wanted to save it for you.”

He chuckled dark. “Saving your orgasms for the guy next door. That’s cute.”

He hooked a finger under the lace, pulled it aside. Cool air hit my clit. I whimpered.

“So pink. Swollen already.” His thumb brushed my clit once, light, teasing. “This little button’s been throbbing since last night, hasn’t it?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He pushed one thick finger inside me. Easy. I was dripping. Then a second. Pumped slow.

“You’re tight,” he growled. “Gonna stretch this cunt nice and slow tonight. But first…”

He dropped to his knees. Right there between my legs. Face level with my pussy.

My heart slammed.

He looked up at me. Eyes dark. Hungry.

“Watch.”

Then his mouth was on me.

No tease. Just tongue flat, licking from my hole all the way up to my clit. Long, slow drag. I moaned loud, head falling back.

He growled against me. Vibration right on my clit. Then he sucked it into his mouth. Hard. Tongue flicking fast.

I grabbed his hair. Hips bucking.

“Jake...oh god...”

He pulled back just enough to speak. Lips shiny with me.

“Quiet, baby. Or I stop.”

I bit my lip. Nodded.

He dove back in. Tongue pushing inside me now. Fucking me with it. In and out. Wet, sloppy sounds. His nose bumped my clit every time. Hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider. Holding me open like he owned it.

I was shaking. Close already. Too fast.

He felt it. Pulled his tongue out. Blew cool air on my wet folds.

“Not yet.”

I whined. “Please…”

He stood up. Unzipped his jeans. Cock sprang free, thick, hard, veins standing out, the tip wept clear fluid.

My mouth watered.

“On your knees.”

I slid off the couch arm, dropped down. Floor hard under me. Face right at his cock.

“Look up at me.”

I did. Eyes locked.

“Open.”

I parted my lips. He fed me the head. Salty. Hot. I swirled my tongue around it, tasting the drop.

“Good,” he rasped. Hand in my hair. “Suck it like you mean it.”

I took more. Lips stretching. He groaned. Pushed deeper. Hit the back of my throat. I gagged a little. Eyes watered.

“Relax your throat,” he said. “Take it all.”

I breathed through my nose. Relaxed. He slid in deeper. Nose to his pubes. Full. Throat stuffed.

He held there a second. Then started fucking my mouth. Slow at first. Then faster. Hand tight in my hair.

“Fuck… that’s it. Choke on it. Show me how bad you want this cock.”

Saliva dripped down my chin. Tits bounced under the dress with every thrust. Nipples hard against the fabric.

He pulled out sudden. Strings of spit connecting us.

“Up.”

I stood on shaky legs.

He spun me around. Bent me over the same couch arm where he fucked her. Dress flipped up. Panties yanked down to my knees.

Ass bare. Exposed.

He slapped my cheek once, sharp sting. I yelped.

“Spread your legs.”

I did. Wider.

His fingers found my pussy again. Three this time. Pushed in deep. Pumped hard.

“You’re dripping down your thighs,” he said. “Such a messy little slut.”

I moaned into the cushion.

He curled his fingers and deep it over and over.

“Gonna make you cum like this first,” he growled. “Then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

His thumb pressed my clit. 

I shattered.

Pussy clamped down. Gushed over his hand. Legs shaking. Screamed his name into the fabric.

He didn’t stop. Kept pumping through it. Made me ride the aftershocks until I was whimpering, too sensitive.

Then he pulled his fingers out. Smeared the mess across my ass cheeks.

“Stay like that.”

I heard him grab something from the side table. A small bottle. Click open.

Cool drip between my cheeks. Lube.

My heart raced.

One finger circled my asshole. Teasing the rim.

“Ever had anything here?” he asked.

“No,” I whispered.

He pressed the tip in. Just the first knuckle. Burned sweet.

“Relax,” he said. “Breathe.”

I did. He pushed deeper. Slow. In and out. Gentle at first.

Then added a second finger. Stretched me wider.

I moaned loud. Pushed back.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Yes… fuck… more…”

He twisted them. Opened me up.

“Gonna train this tight little hole,” he growled. “One day my cock’s gonna slide right in. But tonight…”

He pulled his fingers out. Left me empty. Aching.

Then I felt the thick head of his cock at my pussy.

One hard thrust. Buried deep.

I screamed.

Full. Stretched. So good.

He gripped my hips. Started pounding. Hard. Fast. Balls slapping my clit.

“Take it,” he snarled. “Take every fucking inch.”

I pushed back. Met every thrust.

He reached around. Pinched my clit.

“Cum again. Milk my cock.”

I did. Exploded around him. Pussy spasming. Squirting messy down his thighs.

He groaned. Slammed deep one last time. Hot cum flooded me. Pulse after pulse.

We stayed locked. Breathing hard.

He pulled out slow. Cum leaked out. Ran down my legs.

He turned me around. Kissed me rough. Tongue deep. Tasted myself and him.

“Bedroom,” he rasped against my lips. “We’re not done.”

I nodded. Legs weak. Ready for whatever came next.

He scooped me up like I weighed nothing. Carried me down the hall.