Friendly Neighbor
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Erotica › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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Category:
Erotica › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
22,471
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 5
Friendly Neighbor
I steeled myself for a brief moment, closing my eyes, and letting out the breath I was holding as I felt the head of Mike's hard cock press against my loosened hole. The head of his cock passed the ring of muscle, Mike gasping as he slid in faster than he thought he would, the slickness from all of the lube he had used earlier making my hole slick and open for him to just slide right in.
I had to gasp for breath as I was suddenly filled and full of hard cock where I had always fantasized it would be. His hands tightened further over my hips, halting his invasion, but only by a small amount – he was very near being completely inside of me. I took deep breaths, trying to relax my muscles. Three fingers didn't come close to preparing me for how thick he was.
“Are you all right, Raevyn?” he growled. I nodded into my arms, unable to respond verbally. He didn't try to make me talk, happy with my answer as it was. He pulled back slowly, the sensation new and weird to me. When he pulled out a few inches, he pushed back in, completely to the hilt this time. I let out a breathy moan, tingles of pleasure running up and down my spine. My hips pushed back against his hips, my pussy dripping.
Mike withdrew again, snapping his hips down against mine harder than before, setting up a rhythm that kept me shivering with pleasure. He shifted, kneeling in a more solid position so that he could move within me firmly. Mike gripped my hips tightly, his thumbs rubbing small circles on my skin.
I was mewling and moaning constantly, trying desperately to move against him more, but his grip on my hips prevented any movement that I would make. My hands gripped the sheets underneath me tightly, I spared a vague and fleeting worry that I might rip them.
Mike grunted as he slammed back into me, his thrusts making my whole body quiver. I started clenching my muscles, as tight as I could clench them. Mike's startled gasp and last forceful thrust let me know that he liked it. I did it again and again, straining against his hold to buck back against his hips.
One of his hands left my hips, coming around to my front to teasingly rub at my clit. Suddenly, my hips snapped back with such force that Mike could keep me still. My eyes rolled back into my head, my insides clenched wildly, and my hips arched back up into him at such an angle I was sure that I would've strained something.
My mind when white as my orgasm ripped through me, my pussy dripping onto the bedsheets. Mike's thrusting grew almost brutal as he worked to finish himself off with me. My legs quivered with fatigue, Mike's hands the only things keeping me up at all. My stomach was all fluttery inside and my arms were starting to turn into jelly.
Mike finished with a roar, his last thrust into my body so forceful that, in my weakened state, I was pushed up the bed a few inches. Mike's breathing was ragged, his heart beat surely matching my own.
He slowly withdrew, the feeling so odd and weird to me that I mewled softly, pitifully. Mike smoothed a hand over my ass, patting it affectionately. He helped lower my hips to the bed, my body turning on its own accord so that I was lying on my back.
Mike stared at my heaving chest for a moment before looking up at my face. He smiled a self-satisfied smile and I couldn't help but smile back. He left the bed for a second, going into the bathroom and coming back out with a washcloth.
He had quickly cleaned himself in the bathroom and was set on cleaning me. I pulled my legs up tiredly, giving him the access he wanted. He pressed a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh and gently cleaned me, his tongue sparing quick laps at my sensitive skin.
He finished and threw the washcloth into the bathroom and grabbed the comforter, bringing it up with him as he layed down next to me. He pulled me into his arms, my head resting on his chest as he wrapped us up in the blanket.
“The next time,” he whispered into my ear, “you want to try something that some incompetent boy cannot begin to understand how to give you, just ask me.” I nodded tiredly against his chest, my own eyes lidded and heavy and I fell asleep on his chest.
I steeled myself for a brief moment, closing my eyes, and letting out the breath I was holding as I felt the head of Mike's hard cock press against my loosened hole. The head of his cock passed the ring of muscle, Mike gasping as he slid in faster than he thought he would, the slickness from all of the lube he had used earlier making my hole slick and open for him to just slide right in.
I had to gasp for breath as I was suddenly filled and full of hard cock where I had always fantasized it would be. His hands tightened further over my hips, halting his invasion, but only by a small amount – he was very near being completely inside of me. I took deep breaths, trying to relax my muscles. Three fingers didn't come close to preparing me for how thick he was.
“Are you all right, Raevyn?” he growled. I nodded into my arms, unable to respond verbally. He didn't try to make me talk, happy with my answer as it was. He pulled back slowly, the sensation new and weird to me. When he pulled out a few inches, he pushed back in, completely to the hilt this time. I let out a breathy moan, tingles of pleasure running up and down my spine. My hips pushed back against his hips, my pussy dripping.
Mike withdrew again, snapping his hips down against mine harder than before, setting up a rhythm that kept me shivering with pleasure. He shifted, kneeling in a more solid position so that he could move within me firmly. Mike gripped my hips tightly, his thumbs rubbing small circles on my skin.
I was mewling and moaning constantly, trying desperately to move against him more, but his grip on my hips prevented any movement that I would make. My hands gripped the sheets underneath me tightly, I spared a vague and fleeting worry that I might rip them.
Mike grunted as he slammed back into me, his thrusts making my whole body quiver. I started clenching my muscles, as tight as I could clench them. Mike's startled gasp and last forceful thrust let me know that he liked it. I did it again and again, straining against his hold to buck back against his hips.
One of his hands left my hips, coming around to my front to teasingly rub at my clit. Suddenly, my hips snapped back with such force that Mike could keep me still. My eyes rolled back into my head, my insides clenched wildly, and my hips arched back up into him at such an angle I was sure that I would've strained something.
My mind when white as my orgasm ripped through me, my pussy dripping onto the bedsheets. Mike's thrusting grew almost brutal as he worked to finish himself off with me. My legs quivered with fatigue, Mike's hands the only things keeping me up at all. My stomach was all fluttery inside and my arms were starting to turn into jelly.
Mike finished with a roar, his last thrust into my body so forceful that, in my weakened state, I was pushed up the bed a few inches. Mike's breathing was ragged, his heart beat surely matching my own.
He slowly withdrew, the feeling so odd and weird to me that I mewled softly, pitifully. Mike smoothed a hand over my ass, patting it affectionately. He helped lower my hips to the bed, my body turning on its own accord so that I was lying on my back.
Mike stared at my heaving chest for a moment before looking up at my face. He smiled a self-satisfied smile and I couldn't help but smile back. He left the bed for a second, going into the bathroom and coming back out with a washcloth.
He had quickly cleaned himself in the bathroom and was set on cleaning me. I pulled my legs up tiredly, giving him the access he wanted. He pressed a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh and gently cleaned me, his tongue sparing quick laps at my sensitive skin.
He finished and threw the washcloth into the bathroom and grabbed the comforter, bringing it up with him as he layed down next to me. He pulled me into his arms, my head resting on his chest as he wrapped us up in the blanket.
“The next time,” he whispered into my ear, “you want to try something that some incompetent boy cannot begin to understand how to give you, just ask me.” I nodded tiredly against his chest, my own eyes lidded and heavy and I fell asleep on his chest.