Zoey's POV "MY. TIGHT. LITTLE. FUCK.” Each of his words was accompanied by a sharp thrust that had me mewling as I felt wetness pool inside me. Not that I was expecting him to say anything less vulgar, but the way my body reacted to his dirty words was even more arousing than how deep he was burying his hot length inside me. “You're making me come so fast with this tight little sweetness.” He moaned against my neck, and my walls contracted around his length. What made it even more stimulating was how his dick was swelling inside me, yet he could still thrust so smoothly and deeply that it made me feel so full. “Uhhhh.” Parting my lips, I shivered as he came inside me but continued moving. “See what you've done to me. Now I can't stop even if I wanted to.” He muttered into my ear as his thrusts slowed down, getting deeper and more intense, like he was taking his time to get used to every inch of my walls. God, this feeling… This feeling made my toes curl, and my moans bl
Zoey's POV I knew it, and he clearly told me his honest, true feelings a few minutes ago. But there's this thing about a moth always getting drawn to the fire no matter how scorching hot it seemed. That poor moth just wanted to feel the synergy from the fire without getting burnt, so it's gotten addicted to the pain, uncertainty, and risk of getting too close. Now I knew I was that moth, and Jake had always been that fire which enticed and tempted me despite how wrong it all seemed. Just as wrong as the walls in my core were tightening up only by feeling him this close to me. I wouldn't even lie that this feeling was amazing. “Fuck, Zoe, let's not do that.” He whispered into my ear, trying to keep his voice less hoarse as he stiffened against me, including his rod, which was a bit too hot for this temperature. And it was all because I was patting him there. “Please, Jake, I want it. I know you do too.” I slurred, speaking against the hard tendons of his neck as his jaw clenc
Jake's POV “Zoey?” I called, looking around, but there were no signs of her or anyone at all. Deciding to go back downstairs, that was when I heard her giggles through the walls, probably from another room. Even that didn't do a thing until she moaned and I snapped my head towards the direction in alarm. Who was she with? Something heavy moved in my chest as I blindly stomped towards the direction and flung the door open to find her lying on her front and swinging her curved legs in the air. “Zoey?” I called again. At first, she didn't react until I came in front of her, and her expression paled. As much as I didn't know why, I made sure I ran my eyes over her, confirming she was alone, properly dressed, holding onto a red apple eaten halfway, and her phone in the other hand. I couldn't help but sigh in relief. The fucked-up part of me almost believed she was either masturbating to someone she was on the phone with or even getting screwed. “Who's that with you?”
Jake's POV “Say you want me, little kitten, say it.” I croaked as I rubbed my tip against her entrance while my other hand held her waist up. I could sense her easing up as she swayed her hip slightly. “I.. I want you,” I barely allowed her to finish her sentence before I pushed my length into her, and she broke into a sob. I was careful enough for her not to scream, so I repeated pushing some inch of my length in and out of her till she got eased up. Then I drove in with one sharp thrust that sent her forward. “Ah.” She whimpered as I adjusted myself before I started moving behind her. Maybe it was out of too much excitement, but I began to increase my pace. Fisting my fingers into her hair, I pulled her hair back to watch her expression, and she didn't disappoint as she crumbled before me. Her lips forming an O, she winced sweetly as I rammed into her more urgently. “Oh, that fucking hurts.” Her tone broke as I continued thrusting into her ass like a raving madm
Jake's POV I wasn't about to act the nice neighbor part by inviting her in even when it was just me. But a part of me was scared some other asshole would invite her in and take what was mine. What was mine? What was it anyway? “Um, where's Mrs. Gray?” She asked as I made my way to the kitchen island to get mugs for us. A minute ago I was going to make just one cup, but life was unpredictable. “Take a seat.” I ordered, brushing off her question, and her brow shot up. “Then your dad? Is he not home?” She asked again, and my jaw clenched tightly as I turned off the switch for the electric jug. “Tea or coffee?” I ignored her again, already making her tea because I've known what she liked for years. “Can you answer me like a proper human being?” She asked in frustration as she dumped her bag on the couch, walking up to me. Dropping the mug on the island with much more force than required, I looked up at her. “Well, no. If you want to keep acting like you always come
Zoey's POV I was about dozing off on the library couch after coming back from another dreadful biology class that was completely exhausting. A transferred course wasn't supposed to be a nightmare, but it was. When I noticed all eyes were on us, as everyone was as startled as I am because of Bria, I quickly started packing my textbooks into my bag. “Geez, B. Is there a manual for ‘how to keep your voice down’?” I whisper-shouted as I dragged her along with me till we got to the building’s entrance. The lightning that cracked the sky made me jump in my skin as my eyes grew wider on seeing how heavy the downpour was. “Sheesh.” I muttered, and Bria shrugged herself from my arm. “Sheesh, nothing. This was what I've been trying to tell you.” She retorted. “Now we'll be stuck in this building till lightning strikes us all while we panic through the creepy blackouts.” Bria exaggerated, and I rolled my eyes. “Shut up, B, lightning doesn't strike people, but buildings.” “