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Fuck with the Neighbour Upstairs Part 2

Author: SwaanBlack
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-05 02:02:23

Her blood ran hot at the sound of his voice low husky thick with something dangerous that curled around her name like it could put her out of her misery. She should have been terrified but instead her thighs squeezed together beneath the sheets, the ache in her pússy intensifying as if his voice alone had reached inside her.

She slid to the edge of the bed her bare feet hitting the floor with a muffled thud. For a moment she hesitated clutching the sheet tightly around her body like it could shield her from the storm gathering just outside her door. Slowly her hand reached for the knob her breath caught in her throat.When she turned it and pulled, the door creaked open just an inch.

Liam stood ther larger than life in the dim hallway light. His hair was damp with sweat clinging to his forehead and the veins on his muscled forearms bulged as he braced one hand against the doorframe. His green eyes glowed with an intensity that made her knees weak dragging down her body until she felt naked under his gaze despite the shet clutched around her.

“I heard you,” he said simply his lips curving into something between a smirk and a growl. “Touching yourself while you listened to me.”

Maya’s face turned red. Shame and arousal collided in her chest twisting her insides until she could hardly breathe. She tried to form words to deny it but her lips parted uselessly and nothing came out. He didn’t need her to confess the guilt in her eyes, the flush of her cheeks the tremble in her body said everything.

Liam’s jaw tightened and he leaned closer, the heat of his body radiating against her even through the doorway. His scent sweat, musk, and something purely male wrapped around her senses until she felt dizzy.

“Tell me to leave,” he murmured his voice so low it vibrated against her skin. “Say the word, and I’ll walk away.”

Maya’s breath shook. Every rational thought scramed for her to close the door to send him back upstairs, to stop this before it went too far. But the fire in her blood was louder, and her pússy clenched hard at the sight of him, the sheet doing nothing to hide her hardened nípples pressing against the thin fabric of her tank top. She couldn’t lie to herself anymore. She wanted this. She wanted him, she wanted to get laid so badly

.

“Don’t leave…” The words escaped her lips in a whisper so soft she almost didn’t recognize her own voice.

The look in Liam’s eyes darkened instantly, his restraint snapping in that single moment. His hand pressed against the door and pushed it wide open, the wood groaning under his strength. He stepped inside without hesitation closing the door behind him with a click that made her knew it was too late for her to change her mind.

Maya stumbled back toward the bed, her body trembling as he advanced, slow and deliberate like a predator cornering its prey. He peeled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion tossing it carelessly to the floor. He never did take his eyes oof her. The sight of his chest made her breath hitch broad shoulders tapering to a hard, sculpted stomach, a faint trail of hair disappearing into the waistband of his sweats.

Her lips parted helplessly as her eyes followed the rise and fall of his chest, each flex of muscle making her thighs press tighter together. He caught her staring, and the smirk returned, more dangerous than before.

“Good girl,” he rumbled his voice deep enough to curl through her bones. “Now lie back… and let me hear you scream for real.”

Maya’s breath trembled as she sank back onto the mattress her body surrendering before her mind could catch up. The sheet slipped from her grasp, falling away to reveal the thin cotton tank top clinging to her breasts and the shorts that did little to hide the dampness between her thighs. Liam’s gaze devoured her dragging slowly from her hardened nípples down to the edge of her shorts his jaw tightening as if he were fighting a battle with himself.

Then he moved next to her. He climbed onto the bed with the effortless grace of someone who knew exactly what he wanted and exactly how to take it. The mattress dipped under his weight, pressing her body deeper into the softness as he caged her in with his arms. His heat wrapped around her instantly the scent of sweat and desire sinking into her lungs until she thought she might choke on it.

“You’ve been lying here, touching yourself, aching for it, haven’t you?” he murmured against her ear his breath hot and dangerous. “I could hear it in your voice when you moaned. You wanted me to come down here.”

Maya whimpered, her pride dissolving under the way his words dragged every filthy truth out of her. She shook her head weakly, but the way her hips tilted toward him gave her away completely. Liam chuckled darkly, a sound that vibrated against her throat as his lips grazed the sensitive skin just below her ear.

“You can lie to yourself,” he growled, his hand sliding down her stomach, “but your body won’t lie to me.”

His fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down with slow, deliberate force until the fabric slid over her thighs and pooled uselessly at her ankles. Her panties were soaked, clinging to her pússy, the wet spot glistening in the dim light of the room. Liam’s green eyes locked on the sight, and a curse tumbled from his lips.

“Fúck, look at you… dripping for me already.”

Maya’s cheeks burned, but her body throbbed harder under his gaze, her clít aching for his touch. She bit down on her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to spill out, but then his hand moved lower, his thumb pressing against her through the thin fabric. The sound that escaped her was raw and broken, filling the room before she could stop it.

“That’s it,” Liam hisse rubbing slow circles over her clít watching her hips buck helplessly into his hand. “That’s the sound I want, louder.”

 

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