Page 69 of Love Thy Neighbor

I’m not a saint—I’ve seen Cooper around the house in sweatpants. A girl pays attention to things like that, especially when the outline of his dick is always so evident.

But I wasn’t expecting him to bethisbig.

He fists his cock, pumping it once. Twice.

He’s breathtaking.

Thighs parted, washboard abs on full display. Those strong shoulders of his moving as he strokes himself.

“Finger yourself.”

I pull my eyes up.

“Show me you want me to fuck you, Caroline.”

Every time he says my name, it makes something inside my chest flutter.

It’s like he wants to remind me that he knows it’s me sitting across from him.

Like he wants to remind himself.

This is real. This is happening.

I slide a finger inside my pussy, pushing it in and out.

He chuckles darkly.

“Oh, baby, you’re going to need more than that to be ready for me.”

A moan bubbles out of me at the thought of Cooper’s cock stroking inside of me, and I add another finger, my pussy gripping it tight.

I pump my fingers slowly as he watches, slowly stroking himself in time with my movements, his bottom lip trapped tightly between his teeth.

“More.”

I add a third finger.

“Harder,” he says, one knee going to the edge of the bed like he can’t help but come closer to me. “I’m going to take you a lot harder than that.”

Take you.

I nearly combust at his words, heeding his request not just because he asked but because I need it now too.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Come here.”

I crawl to where he stands, feeling awkward on my hands and knees until I see him stroke his length faster, watching me intently.

When I’m close, he reaches out, pulling me up to my knees, his mouth capturing mine in a rough kiss.

He moves lower, nipping down my chin and my neck, over the swell of my breasts. I toss my head back in pleasure when he closes his mouth around my nipple over my bra, loving the way the lace brushes against me as his tongue swirls over the hardened bud.

His teeth clamp around my nipple, biting me just hard enough for it to teeter on the edge of pain and pleasure.

I gasp, and he does it again.

I don’t even realize he’s unhooked my bra until I feel the cool air hit my tits. A shiver runs through me, goose bumps rising across my skin.

In the two seconds he’s gone, I miss his mouth.

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