Romans & histoires Erotic Neighbor Stories

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

He brought home a rotating cast of women and fucked them so loud the neighbors banged on the walls. The sexual tension had been simmering for weeks—stolen glances, accidental brushes in the narrow hallway, the way his eyes lingered on her ass when she reached for something on the top shelf, the way her nipples pebbled under his gaze when she caught him fresh out of the shower in nothing but a towel. Tonight, the bomb finally detonated. “You’re such a fucking asshole,” Nova snapped, stopping right in front of the couch, close enough that her bare legs nearly brushed his.

Chapter 165 No Holding Back *** Content Warning: This chapter is not suitable for very young audiences. Reader’s discretion is advised. Thank you. *** In the past, Leila thought that she could never be this happy anymore. That being contented is enough. However, everything changed because of Hunter. Her enigmatic and cold neighbor. Everything turned upside down when she met him. Especially when she started getting to know him better. Who would have thought that they would end up together? Leila closed her eyes – as she felt the warm water falling from her the shower. It was easing her entire body from the exhaustion she felt for the entire day.

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.

He must be feeling the same because his hands knead harder, his kisses get more feverish, and I can feel his hardness start to poke against my ass. First Guy captures my lips in his again, threading his fingers in my hair. His kiss is heated and urgent, turning me on faster than anyone has ever done. I’m the only one naked while both are still dressed. I can feel my wetness increasing, and my body starts aching for some relief. The air gets hotter, and I can feel his cock poking my lower belly. I’m sandwiched between cocks, and the thought alone makes me almost come.

Holding him there until the last aftershock faded. When he crawled back up I kissed him. Tasted myself. Tasted the neighbor. Tasted everything we’d become. He was hard against my thigh. I pushed him onto his back. Straddled him. “Your turn to lie still,” I said. I sank down onto him. Rode him slow. Deep. Controlled. Rolled my hips in the exact rhythm the neighbor had taught me. Clenched around him on every upstroke. Leaned down to bite his neck. Whisper filthy things in his ear.

Campus Gossip Storm – Tension escalates – Friends notice the closeness, leading to playful teasing and envy from outsiders. 100. Dorm Room Games – Flirtation turns heated – Playful challenges evolve into lingering caresses and heated touches. 101. Jealous Sparks – Frustration and desire – Seeing someone else flirt with Emery causes Harper’s protective instincts to rise. 102. Midnight Walk – Hearts collide – A quiet walk reveals unspoken emotions; hands entwine, lips brush, and desire simmers. 103. Library Alone 3.0 – Forbidden passion – Secluded study sessions create steamy tension; kisses grow longer, touches bolder.

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