The Neighbor - Don't Hate Me

“I don’t want to leave,” I said.

I grabbed his hands and placed them on my hips. My eyes followed my hands as they glided up his arms and down his chest.

Max slid his hands around to my backside and squeezed as he pulled me closer. I could feel his excitement pressing against my stomach.

His hands aggressively massaged and squeezed my bottom. I could feel myself getting wet for him in a way I never had before.

Max knew how to touch me.

I kissed him before taking a step back.

It was his turn to look confused. I slid my hands down the front of my dress, stopping to look at him when I got to the hem.

I eased the fabric up my thighs and over my bottom, revealing the tiny, silk black panties underneath. I didn’t stop. He watched as I pulled the dress higher and higher.

Max swallowed as I raised the dress over my chest and then over my head. I tossed it to the side.

He looked like he was in a dream. A small, sexy smile curled my lips as I stood there in nothing but my underwear and heels.

“Holy shit,” he said, releasing a shaky breath.

I turned around and reached up behind me to unhook my bra. When the hooks released, I was almost certain I heard a groan rumble deep within him.

I turned back around, holding the fabric over my breasts. I licked my lips. “Well?”

“Well, what?” he asked.

“What about you?”

“You’re not finished,” Max said, gesturing toward the bra.

I puffed out my bottom lip. “Give me something.”

He peeled off his shirt and threw it to the side. His eyes focused on me again.

Max raised a brow. “Drop it.”

My heart pounded. In a breath, I let my arms fall to my sides and dropped my bra to the floor.

Max charged toward me. One arm wrapped around my body, and the other cupped my breast as we tumbled onto the bed.

His thumb flicked my nipple, and a soft moan escaped from between my parted lips. I arched my back, and his cock pressed against my wet underwear.

“Oh, Max!” I said as he glided his cock over my panties.

His thumb rolled over my nipple, flicking it in a way that sent a pulse down to my clit. My body was on fire. I ached to feel him inside me. It was a need. A desperate need.

My heart was pounding as Max slid his hand down to the band of my underwear. He yanked them down my legs and carefully over my heels.

He knelt over me, his hands on my knees. I swallowed hard as he pushed them wider apart.

The way he looked at me was almost enough to make me come. No one had ever looked at me the way he was… like I was a goddess. A queen. The most beautiful thing in the entire world.

Max’s hand slid down my inner thighs. He leaned forward, grabbing my breast with one hand while his fingers caressed my folds and dipped inside me.

“Oh, God,” I said, keeping my eyes open. If I closed them, that would be it. I didn’t want to come, not yet. I wanted to feel his hard cock inside me. I wanted to come with him. “Please.”

Max grunted like a wild animal as he yanked down his pajama pants. His cock sprung free, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward and grabbing him, wrapping my fingers around the soft skin.

Max closed his eyes and leaned his head back as I stroked him. It seemed like he hadn’t enjoyed the touch of a woman in a very long time.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed him.

“Max,” I whispered.

“Yeah?” he asked, his word barely existing.

“Please,” I said, sucking in a breath. “Please fuck me.”

Max grabbed my hips and yanked me so hard I slid downward at least six inches on the mattress. He raised me slightly, and I gasped when I felt the tip of his cock at my opening.

My fingers dug into the sheets, and I bit my lip, so I didn’t cry out as he slid himself deep inside me. He watched his cock slid in and out several times before he met my eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “So fucking perfect.”

I couldn’t respond. If I even opened my mouth, I’d come and I wanted to feel him a bit longer.

My body was in a state where I felt like everything was going to be okay. That everything was perfect. I didn’t want it to end… not yet.

Max’s hands glided up my stomach, stopping when he got to my breasts. He rolled them together, pinching and flicking my nipples as if he got as much pleasure from it as I did.

“Come for me, Hope,” Max said. “Because I’m not sure how much more I can take.”

My pussy tightened and my orgasm crashed over me like a ten-foot-tall ocean wave. A hand covered my mouth the second the loud moan started to escape.