Bully Next Door

Verity pursed her lips and then leaned forward. “I don’t want it to be a basic cookbook. They can get all the basic recipes already, and I’ve got videos for all of it.”

He started to write on the board. He split it into two sections, titling one side not happening, and the other totally happening.

Hector didn’t want this to be an official meeting, but to allow Verity to relax. She was clearly struggling with making the final decisions and she needed to be in her best, most relaxed state.

He wrote down no basics and turned toward her.

“What else? Come on, give it to me.”

Verity nibbled on her lip. “I want it to be exciting. The recipes to be gripping, but also at the same time, not scary to do.”

Hector started to write as Verity began talking.

The moment the flow hit her, she couldn’t stop shooting out ideas, and he wrote each and every single one down until there was no room for it on the board.

He’d already finished his beer, started a second, and he grabbed one of his mini pizzas to take a seat.

“I think more than anything, I want this to be a cookbook for my mother. She would have … she would have wanted to be here for this,” Verity said.

“So do that. Put pictures inside it. Make it personal. You could turn it into your journal or something like that. I bet that would be an amazing cookbook.” He gave her shoulder a nudge.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Don’t thank me. Thank the process. This is how I get shit done when I struggle. I block everything else out, and just take time with me and my problems.”

“I bet you’re a pretty good boss.”

“I try. I’m great, actually. There’s no point in denying it.”

She burst out laughing. They both leaned back on his sofa, their heads turned toward each other.

He cupped her face, running his thumb across her bottom lip. “I have no idea what is happening to me, and I can’t seem to stop it.”

“Then don’t.”

Hector leaned in close, and he brushed his lips across hers. She released a little moan, and so he did it again. She responded, kissing him back, and he sank his fingers into the back of her hair. Verity took the lead as she moved closer.

Neither of them was holding their beer anymore, and she straddled his lap. The dress she wore split open, and he put his hands on her thighs, lifting it, sliding around toward the back, and cupping her ass. The panties she wore were flimsy, and he snapped them off her easily.

He pressed his palm between her spread thighs and stroked her soaking wet cunt. After plunging two fingers inside her, he pulled them out and drew them toward her clit, sliding them back and forth, watching her as she seemed to go a little crazy at the lightest of touches. She was so responsive.

Verity grabbed his belt, and he helped her to work it open and push down the boxer briefs, which for some bizarre reason he decided to wear.

With his cock out, Verity moved over him, and he held his dick ready, feeling her tight cunt slowly sink onto his length. When he was in deep enough, he grabbed her hips and slammed her back down on his cock.

They both groaned.

Her hands went back to his shoulders, holding on to him for dear life, and he fucked her hard, making her take his cock deeper than before, working her over his length.

“Take your tits out. Let me see them.”

She gasped but worked the straps of her dress down her body until the bodice fell beneath her tits, and there they were.

“Feed me one,” he said.

With his grip still on her hips, he worked her pussy over his dick. Verity cupped one of her tits and held it up to his face, and he latched on to it, staring into her blue eyes as he sucked the hard bud into his mouth.

Verity cried out, writhing on his cock as he fucked her.

He let go of her tit and immediately wanted the other, which he demanded. She gave it to him, and he sucked that one too, feeling a spike in his balls as he was close to release.

He held her in place, thrusting up hard and fast, pulling her down, making her take his cock as he fucked her, and taking her to the next level of pleasure.

Hector pressed his face against her tits and came, biting down on the one curve as he relaxed, letting his release flood her body. No condom again, but he wasn’t going to start using them now. He had this impulse, this desire, to get Verity pregnant.

Neither of them planned to stay here, and he needed an excuse to keep her because the very thought of letting her go was like a death sentence, and he didn’t understand it.