Page 58 of Tempt Thy Neighbor

“What the fuck?!” she shouts out, glaring at me. “That’s not—”

I cut her off with a hard kiss that has her cries of frustration turning into moans of pleasure in a moment.

I kiss her until she forgets she was just about to come, then I pull away, taking her face in my hands.

“I have a really strong urge to shove this dress up around your hips and fuck you right here, finishing what we started earlier…what we started all those years ago.” She groans at the idea, wanting it just as much as I do. “But first, I want to taste you.”

She gulps.

“Can I taste you?”

A nod.

It’s all I need.

I lift her off the dresser and deposit her on the bed.

“Off,” I tell her, nodding at the dress still covering her body. “All of it.”

She whips it over her head, then unhooks her bra, tossing them both aside as I yank off my shirt, shucking my sweats and boxer briefs in one swift move.

I’m fully exposed to her for the first time, and she freezes, staring with unabashed yearning in her eyes.

Her tongue wets her lips, like she’s hungry for my cock.

“Do you want to suck it?” I ask, my voice thick as I circle my hand around myself, stroking my length.

She bites down on her lip, watching me intently. “Yes.”

It’s whispered, but I hear it still.

And I swear I grow harder.

“You can,” I say, slipping my hand over her cheek and lifting her mouth to mine for a quick kiss. “But later. Right now, it’s still my turn.”

Another nod.

“Good. Get in the middle of the bed.”

She turns around, and I can’t stop myself from smacking her ass.

She yelps and turns to glare at me, but despite that, I see the need in her eyes.

She lies on her back, spreading her legs wide, and I love how she’s not shy about showing herself to me.

I follow her onto the bed, lowering myself on top of her, claiming her body with my own.

I kiss her slow and soft until she’s writhing underneath me, rubbing herself against my thigh, her wetness coating me. Only then do I make my way down, sucking on her nipples briefly but promising myself I’ll come back to them later.

I need to know if she tastes as sweet as I think she does.

Her legs fall wider when I press a kiss right above where her panties sit. I flatten my tongue against her, unable to stop myself from getting a sample of what’s to come. A low moan climbs out of her throat at the contact and she curves toward me, seeking more.

She’s not the only one who wants more.

I hook my fingers into her lacy black panties and yank the material down her legs with zero finesse, a starved man on a mission.

I don’t give a second’s notice before I fall back between her legs and run my tongue over her.

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