Todos los capítulos de Nextdoor Hotties : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Meanwhile, her slick core tightened up, vacuuming the wave of pleasure coursing through her, and the inability to squeeze her thighs to block it out only added to the carnal bliss erupting like a volcano in her blood. Just when she was getting floated away in the heat of a hot, wet kiss, he suddenly brought a tape to his mouth, then tore at it with his razor-sharp teeth and plastered it against her mouth. His motion was so swift and clean that one moment she was tasting his moist, delicious lips, and then the next the bland taste of tape exploded in her mouth that she screamed, but it came out in a mumble. Her eyes widened as she watched him get off her, leaving her bound and her mouth sealed, and she began wriggling her body in protest, yet the cufflinks only let out clanking sounds. The force of the ties crashed her back to the bed each time she lifted her body. This was the bastard's plan all along. Make her admit to her dark repressed desires, willingly or unwillingly, t

"You're not a darn ghost. Stop sneaking up on me like that.” She breathed. Yet there he was, his expression stoic on that strikingly handsome face, arms folded across his strong chest, his thick, bold legs spread apart in khaki shorts. Wait, he was wearing shorts? Who put a gun to his head? She mused inwardly. “That makes it One, Two.” He counted, and her head snapped towards his direction, her lips pursed. “What did I do now, Mr. Grumpy?” She huffed a breath, getting on her feet. Despite the evidence being there, his toolbox was left disorganized, the screwdriver and hammer he caught her putting away, yet she still asked him. But what was her number two offense?! She scoffed within herself. “That makes it three. For thinking about escaping, calling me Mr. Grumpy, and not eating your food, you can increase the count as you please.” He said, walking past her to put his toolbox together. Rolling her eyes, she brushed a hair strand to the back of her ears. “Seriously, th

The buzzing sound of the vibrator intensified that she began crying in pleasure though her sounds muffled, he could still hear the desperation in her tone. Please Ryder fuck me but I can't say it, that was all he heard. Being the sadist, in Ciara's words, he yearned to break and mend her as many times as she needed for her to embrace her truth. She craved this depravity as much as he did. Now bound in ties, with her ass helplessly suspended in the air, it became more torturous to mute her soundtrack, so she trapped the pillow between her teeth, determined not to give him that satisfaction. He'd seen her enough for that day. And even if it were her last, she'd prove him wrong. At least partially. Stroking his cock in preparedness, he busied himself with watching how her plump ass flesh vibrated from the motion going on in her core. She was hot, sore, and ready for him, the thought made his cock jerk, precum smearing its cap, and his neck muscles protruded, accentuating his dr

Maintaining that position, he grunted as he drove her at a maddening pace that fueled and satiated his ravenous desire all at once until she was left gasping for air and biting down on her gag, only then did he slow down, releasing her calves. “Now I'll fuck you how I want it.” He croaked, taking off her gag, after which he freed the ropes around her wrists, ankles, and thighs while still buried inside her. Screw her how he wanted? Was he going to demonstrate one of his sicker ideas, like tying her legs and arms to the wall or what? But her thoughts soon drifted off as he pulled her to land on her back, pulling out only to plunge into her in one go, and then his lips came down on her lips. Her eyes popping out of their sockets in disbelief, for a while she stayed still as he devoured her mouth in slow, deepened strokes unlike the kiss earlier. Yet she kept her hands up, scared to touch him or relax her muscles into the delusion of his tenderness. For all she knew, he could

Not until she realized it was booming from the next-door neighbor’s room did her racing heartbeat tempered down.It was a strident rock song, probably one from the 90s, the detestable type that made her want to scream at both the artist and the listener to shut the fuck up. Joel used to love those in his teenage years, a small voice reminded her, and she grabbed a pillow, tossing it at the window facing the neighbor's. “Take that! Loser.” She yelled, grateful that the music was loud enough to mute hers. No wonder she despised rock songs. Stomping off to the kitchen to check on the pizza, she forgot to use a napkin for a second, scorching her fingers with the hot food, and she flinched. “Shit.” Rushing over to the sink, she opened the running water over the affected fingers, and then her phone beeped on the counter, causing her to startle. Screwing her eyes shut, she clicked her teeth. “Today's definitely not my day, and I'm about to wrap it up with murder. Now who's the lucky