Fucking her dominant neighbor 4

Tyler rolled off her with a satisfied smile, oblivious to the storm raging in Madeline's head. 

 “I feel better now.” He said with a grin. “You just eased all my stress.”

 Madeline forced a smile, clutching the sheet to her chest. “Yeah. Me too.”

 He leaned down to kiss her forehead, then walked into the bathroom to clean up as usual. Just then, a message appeared on his phone. She looked, and it was a feminine name. She took the phone and opened the message. 

 She froze when she read the content. The unknown lady was complaining that he doesn't last in bed, and he couldn't satisfy her. Tyler was cheating on her.

 She couldn't believe it. He was cheating when he couldn't even satisfy her. She was managing him, and he was still cheating. She felt so hurt, but when Tyler appeared, she pretended like nothing happened.

 He gave her a kiss on her forehead. "I love you, sweetheart. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

 “Sure.” She replied with a fake smile. And then he was gone. Just like that. The front door clicked shut, and she remained silent. If she has not checked the messages, she must have thought he was with a faithful man.

 She has avoided seducing Caleb because she doesn't want to cheat on him. Now, she was going to have Caleb. And she will let him fuck her and make her scream beneath him without feeling guilty.

 She rolled onto her side, glaring at the empty space where Tyler had been. All she could think about was the man behind her window. She wasn't even feeling the emotional pain of someone who was cheated on. All she could think was how she will have Caleb all for herself. 

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 A few days later. It was Saturday morning. Madeline woke with a single thought thrumming through her mind like a drumbeat. He brought another girl last night, and she was screaming like the others. 

  Today. No more waiting. No more tossing in bed and fantasizing. Today, she was going to be the one screaming.

 She took her time in the shower, letting the hot water sluice over her skin, imagining big hands pinning her against slick tiles. Her fingers drifted lower, but she snatched them back with a hiss. No. Not now. Not when the real thing was just a few steps away.

 When she stepped out, she quickly towel-dried her hair and went straight to the dresser. She picked her lace panty that was barely covering the curve of her ass cheeks and wore it. She searched through and picked a short tennis skirt that could leave her ass exposed when she bent even a little. Then finally, a tank top that left nothing to the imagination. Her nipples peaked hard against the fabric.

 She checked herself in the mirror and almost gasped. She wasn't cute or pretty. Rather, she was looking hot and seductive. The outfit screamed temptation, and to her, it was a perfect choice.

 She swiped a light gloss across her lips, grabbed a bag of chips, and headed to Caleb's house. 

 Her heart wasn't even racing. She knew what she wanted, and she was ready for anything. She got to the door and knocked, but there was no response. She waited for a while and knocked again. 

 "Are you in there?" She asked, and just then, the door swung open. Just as their eyes met, every carefully rehearsed word evaporated.

 He was shirtless again, and those incident shorts were doing nothing to hide the heavy bulge hanging between his thighs. This time, she doesn't need to imagine. She knows that soon, she will not only see it, she will touch it, suck it, and have it inside of her before leaving his house. 

 “Madeline,” he drawled as he stared at her. He has never seen her so hot and tempting. He could tell she came for a mission. Not only to confront him for last night. Her dressing speaks volumes. "You’re looking…” His gaze swept down her bare legs and paused at the hem of her skirt before drifting back up. “Well, I'm sorry for last night. I tried, but I couldn't keep to the promise. I'm really sorry. I know you are here to...."

 “Well," she cut in before he could finish his statement. "I, um… I'm not here to confront you. I have to admit you can't control it."

 Caleb was surprised to hear her say that. He has thought she came to confront him again.

 “So…” He leaned against the doorframe. “Why are you here, then?”

 Madeline clutched the bag of chips tighter. “My TV subscription expired,” she said quickly. “I was wondering if you were going anywhere. If not, could I… watch something here? Just a series. If you don’t mind.”

 He stared at her for a long moment. So long her heart stuttered in panic. He was looking at her as if he was suspecting something. Then his mouth curved into a slow grin.

 “What are we neighbors for?” He ended up asking while stepping aside. “Come in. I'm not going anywhere."

 "Thank you." She smiled as she slipped past him into the living room. This time, Caleb didn't just. closed the door, he locked it. 

 He powered on the television and grabbed the remote from the arm of the couch, then handed it to her. “You are in charge.”

 She sank onto the long, dark leather couch, acutely aware of how high her skirt rode up when she sat. His eyes flicked down, and she caught him before he turned toward the TV.

 "I'm not doing anything now. Maybe we can watch together." He said, and Madeline smiled. "Sure, it's better than watching alone."

 When the screen lit up, she scrolled through channels with trembling fingers. Finally, she settled on a drama she barely knows. Her mind wasn’t on the screen. Not when he was lowering himself onto the other end of the couch she was sitting on.

 “Do you want anything?” he asked.

 “No, I'm fine." She quickly replied.

 “You can’t come over and want nothing,” he countered. “That's not how it works.”

 “I’m good,” she insisted, but he was already standing up on his feet.

 Madeline’s heart skittered as she watched him walking out. She loved the way his muscles were flexing with every step. The waistband of his shorts clung low on his hips, and for one wild second, she imagined hooking her fingers under it and yanking it down to his knees. She began to imagine what it will actually look like.

 “Here we go.” Caleb appeared, and she jerked upright. He was holding a bottle of deep red wine in one hand and two sleek glasses in the other. He set them on the low coffee table and eased back onto the couch beside her. This time, he was closer, close enough that she could feel heat from his skin on her bare thigh.