Fucking her dominant neighbor 3

"Because of me? How?" He asked.

 “You were having fun. And... I could hear everything.” She said.

 “Everything?” His voice sounded amused.

 “She woke me up from my sound sleep. Tell your girlfriend to stop screaming whenever you are having fun with....” 

 He cut her off with a low chuckle and said, "Point of correction, she's not my girlfriend. She's just a girl I met at the bar,” he said casually, like it was nothing. “It's just a one-night stand.”

 The bluntness hit her like a punch. “You patronize prostitutes?”

 He shrugged. “No, she's not a prostitute. We got talking at the bar, things got naughty, and she boasted I can't handle someone like her in bed. After the drink, she followed me, and I gave it to her.” His grin widened. “Hard.”

 Madeline swallowed hard, heat licking up her spine. She hated the way her body reacted. The way the word hard made her thighs clench.

 “Well, you should stop making them scream like that. It’s disturbing.” She managed to say, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, as he locked his eyes on hers. “I don't think it's possible.”

“Excuse me?”

 “I have a big dick." He replied. “And I love fucking them hard. They love it too. They love when I make them scream.”

Madeline was shocked to hear him say those words without a filter. 

 “What if they don’t?” She asked. She knew she shouldn’t have asked, but she had already done so. The question literally slipped out of her mouth.

 “It's not possible. They all do,” he said, his gaze dropping briefly to her mouth before dragging lower to her thigh. “Every single one of them. I can't be big for nothing. It's meant to make them scream.” He said, and her eyes drifted to his briefs, but she quickly looked up to him. Though she wasn't fast enough to go unnoticed.

 “You should still… Try to keep it down,” she said. "My window is close to yours.

 He smirked like he could read every filthy thought swirling in her head. “I will try, but I’m not promising anything.”

 She opened her mouth to argue, but he spoke first: "It's like your boyfriend doesn't fuck you like that." He said with a low teasing drawl that slid over her skin like smoke.

“What?”

 “Doesn’t he fuck you hard?” His eyes burned into hers. “Doesn’t he make you scream? Or let's say you like it slowly.” He asked, and Madeline’s breath became short and shallow. She couldn’t answer. She couldn’t tell him the truth. 

 How could she tell him that her boyfriend doesn't make her scream? That she wished he did. That her body was actually aching for the kind of rough, filthy passion she’d heard last night. She can't let him know.

 "That’s none of your business." She said.

 “Maybe,” he murmured, curving his mouth into a wicked smile. “But I bet I’m right. Because you should have known how it feels to have a big dick slamming hard into you, and consider my visitor's happiness."

 His words sent blood down to her thighs again, and her nipples began to harden even more under his stare. She needed to leave the room. If she stays any longer, anything can happen. 

 “Just stop disturbing other people’s sleep," she said stiffly and got up from the couch. "I will be going now." She turned to leave.

 “Alright. I will try,” he repeated with a mocking voice. Without looking back, Madeline yanked the door open and stepped out. She got back to her room and crashed on her seat. Her panties were wet, but at least she came out without screaming.

 She paced her bedroom, her pulse still jittery from the confrontation with her neighbor. Every time she closed her eyes, she would see him shirtless, along with that cocky, wicked smile. The way he said his big dick without blinking, like he was proud of it. Anyway, which man wouldn't be proud to have something that women love?

 Suddenly, her phone buzzed, snapping her out of the spiral. She checked, and it was a text from Tyler, her boyfriend. "Hey babe. I missed you. Are you around so I can come?" 

 She stared at the screen, hesitating. Normally, she would feel happy that he was coming. But this time, all she felt was… empty. Still, she typed back:

 "I'm home. Come by." Maybe this would help. Maybe she just needed to release.

 When Tyler showed up twenty minutes later, she welcomed him with a deep kiss like someone in heat. He responded, but his kiss was too gentle. Nothing like the bruising hunger she remembered from the sounds next door.

 “I missed you,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. Madeline forced a smile. “I missed you too.”

 They ended up on the bed like always. Clothes peeled off in neat little piles. She turned and positioned herself in doggy. Her big soft ass was up and open for him. Tyler slid his dick into her hungry pussy with a soft sigh.

 "Ohh!" He growled as he buried his whole length inside of her. When he began to fuck her, she clenched her pussy tight, hoping it would spark the fire, but it didn’t. His thrusts were still slow.

 “Yes,” she whispered, trying to make herself believe it. “That’s it. Fuck me, baby."

 He smiled down at her. “Feels good, baby?” He asked, and Madeline swallowed the lump in her throat before replying, “Harder, fuck me harder!"

 His brows knitted in confusion. “Harder?”

 “Yes,” she said quickly. “Please, just—harder. Stop being gentle on me.” She urged.

 He tried to increase the pace, but his hips barely changed. The slow, shallow rhythm continued, as if he was afraid to break her. She closed her eyes and imagined something else—someone else. She imagined big hands pinning her down. Harsh words snarling in her ear. The crack of a palm against her soft ass. But in reality, she wasn't getting all that. Her nails dug into the sheets as her frustrations began to boil. “Harder,” she whispered again, almost a plea.

 Daniel panted softly with a flushed face. “I—I can’t… I’ll—”

 And then it happened. Two more thrusts, a low groan, and he spilled inside her with a shuddering sigh. It had been barely two minutes. Madeline lowered her ass in disappointment and turned.

“Fuck, you are so sweet,” he murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to her cheek. “You are amazing.”

 Madeline stared at the ceiling in frustration. "Amazing? She hadn’t even come close. The fire was still burning inside her. He wasn't able to quench it, and it was roaring louder by the second. He

didn't even mind if she was satisfied. All he knew was that he had cum and was satisfied.