She is Mine

“I can’t wait another second to be inside you,” he growls, backing me up against the wall and entering me as my legs wrap around his waist. Suspended in the air, I take every inch of his huge member, crying out in pleasure as he takes me. I never last long, and within minutes, I’m a trembling mess who’s had orgasm after orgasm. He’s so good that he can bring me to the top in seconds, sometimes. As he comes inside me, I feel my body give in to a fifth orgasm, and I wonder if all sex is like this. I get the feeling that what happens between me and Brody is the kind of magic not many people get to have. This next-level love is what I always dreamed of, and now that I have it, it’s better than I ever imagined.

Both spent, we collapse naked on the hallway floor, kissing lazily. I never imagined I’d find having sex in a hallway hot, but it’s one of the hottest sessions yet. I feel Brody’s thumb on my lip and gasp in pleasure, having flashbacks to the first time he did this to me on the day we met. It was only a few weeks ago, but it feels like much longer, somehow. Time is a funny thing. In some ways, it’s gone so quickly, but our love feels eternal like it’s already been going on forever. For me, I suppose it has, but being in his presence is so different from loving him from afar. Now that I’ve had a taste of him, I know I can never be apart from him and survive. It’s lucky we’re in this for the long haul.

“I’m so fucking lucky,” Brody growls, and I smile.

“We’re both so lucky.”

“But mostly me,” Brody teases. Then his face becomes serious. “I mean it, though. It’s not just about the sex. It’s about the life we’re building together. You’re mine body and soul. This house is yours too if you want it. You can have everything I own so long as I get to keep you.”

“You don’t need to give me a single thing to make me stay,” I murmur. “I’m yours forever.”

“I know,” he growls. “But I want to make it official. Wait there.”

He disappears for a moment and when he returns, he’s holding a small box in his hand. I gasp as he opens it to reveal a huge, very expensive looking diamond ring.

“Oh my God, Brody!”

“I love you,” he growls. “You’re the only thing that matters to me. I want to make you my wife and spend the rest of my life loving you, pleasuring you, making you happy. I want to protect you from the world, and our children too. I want to be a real family. So...will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Of course I will!” I cry out. He slides the ring onto my finger and then sweeps me off my feet, twirling me around as we kiss. This moment feels so euphoric that I’m not sure it’s even real, but it is. I’m dazed and enamored as he carries me up the stairs with ease, kissing me softly. I can feel his hardness growing against my leg again. I can feel tingles running through my body. I’m ready to go again.

As we collapse together on the bed, I position myself on top of him, over his cock. Then I ride him hard, indulging entirely in the pleasure as we make love. As he watches me ride him, I know I’m everything he wished for in a leading lady. I know I make him as happy as he makes me. I know we’re going to have a perfect life together. And I’m going to enjoy every single moment of it.

Starting now and forever with my Hollywood Heartthrob.

Being Neighborly (SS#9)

Being Neighborly

AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

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SHORT STORIES, 9

FLORA FERRARI

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Being Neighborly

Liberty

I’ve wanted Jameson for as long as I can remember. Now he’s moving in next door, and I feel like it’s meant to be. But he’s my older brother’s best friend. He’d hate me if he knew the things I want to do to his best friend...

Jameson

I shouldn’t be crushing on my best friend’s little sister. She’s ten years younger, only twenty-one, and way too young for me. But now that my window just so happens to be opposite her’s, how the hell am I supposed to resist?