Naughty Neighbours Part 2

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ultgce/neighbours_part_1/)

*Daniel’s perspective*

It had been seven months since I had first laid eyes on her. I was dreading that a young family would move into the old Johnston’s house but was pleasantly surprised when I saw Katie with the realtor. She couldn’t have been much older than 20 and had a matching tight, little body. This was going to be dangerous. I’m a *married* man. But, my god, did I hope she liked the house enough to make an offer.

Katie looked like she was plucked right off a porn set. A classy porn set, but porn nonetheless. She was curvy in all the right places and had deliciously long caramel legs. Her skin was perfectly sunkissed and her tan lines drew me in in an intoxicating way. I needed to know what was under those clothes. Despite her curves and perfectly large tits, Katie had a look of innocence about her. I wanted to break it.

When she finally moved in, I took my chance as soon as I could. I raced outside, a little too eager, but perfectly in time to help her. Things we’re going well. She smiled her angelic smile and her cheeks flushed up until the point she saw my wedding band.

I married my wife right after high school and at this point, it’s simply a formality. We have been married for 19 years but the passion died around the 12 year mark. We grew up and grew into different people. I wanted a family, she didn’t. So we compromised by not having kids. I wanted to live in the city, she wanted to live in the suburbs. So we compromised by staying in the suburbs. I hated it here. But then there was Katie.

Katie avoided me, out of respect for my marriage, but I was persistent. I needed to show her that my *marriage* wasn’t going to be an issue. She was constantly getting herself in situations where she needed saving and I was always more than willing to help. I don’t know what possessed such a young girl to renovate a house on her own but she was determined she could do it, no matter how many times she fell from a ladder and cut herself on tools. Her determination was adorable and I was thankful that her clumsiness constantly led her to rely on me. I loved that she needed me.

She slowly became more comfortable with me and with having me around. I never wanted to push too hard with her, her being half my age. I didn’t know where I stood with her. Did she look at me and see a father figure? Or did she look at me like I looked at her? It was driving me insane that I couldn’t pinpoint our dynamic, more so, that I couldn’t pin her down.

Both working from home meant that I could spend my days with her. I taught her how to cook and it was the best part of my day. It gave me an excuse to be close to her. It gave me an excuse to tower over her little body from behind. How I wished she would just take a step back into me so I knew it was mutual. I would have had her up on that countertop in .2 of a second if she had only given me some indication that she wanted me as badly as I needed her. But I respected her boundaries. I would pretend like her strawberry shampoo wasn’t intoxicating. I would hide how hard my cock was when I had to take over and help her from behind. All I had were these little moments. I would savour them then mentally devour her when I returned home.

I can’t begin to explain how many times I had thought of Katie when I was sitting alone in my study at night. My *wife* would take her sleeping pills and go to bed without me each night, and I would remain downstairs and destroy Katie in my mind. My cock ached for her. I had caught glimpses of her perfect little pussy through shorts, far too tight. I had seen her nipples through her shirt every time she asked about sex advice. My study looks into her living room and it allows me to see her dancing around the house at night as I pull my cock and think of her. God, this girl was killing me. I needed to have her. I wanted to just take her. I just needed a sign that she wanted this too. A tiny little sign. Anything.

Then, there it was. Not a tiny sign. A big, bold, obvious sign.

*My* innocent Katie wasn’t so innocent after all. She was a little tease. A filthy little slut. She sits in front of my window, legs spread, toying with her perfect little bald cunt. I almost don’t believe it’s real until she pulls her panties to the side and moans my name. *MY NAME*. God, hearing her little moans was nearly enough to send me over the edge but to hear her moan my name… I can barely function. I get up out of my chair and run to her house. Everything is a blur. I’m about to have her, I’m about to finally make Katie *MY* filthy little slut.

My body is on fire and my cock is harder than it’s ever been. I knock on her door so hard I’m worried I might knock it down. She answers the door and I lose all control.

I look at her and take her in completely. Her nipples are so hard, they look like they’re trying to escape her shirt. Her perfect little pussy is so wet, it’s made a damp spot on her panties. God, I couldn’t wait to taste her. To touch her. To make her mine. Completely mine.
I don’t know where to start first. I get closer and closer to her until there’s no space between us. I toss my wedding band down the hall so she knows there’s no regret and no going back from this. With ease, I lift her little body up against the wall and kiss her like my life depends on it. I have imagined kissing this girl since the first time I saw her but I never imagined kissing her this hard. There is no romance. There is a rush. There is desire. I need this.

I pull down her flimsy little shirt and expose her perfect tits. Her nipples are even more delectable than I had imagined. They belonged in my mouth. I bite her, harder than I planned to. She always seemed so precious but she yelps and throws her head back as her eyes close and a grin forms. She really is such a delicious little play thing.

My cock needs her. My pants can barely contain it anymore as I carry her to the same armchair that she displayed herself on just moments ago. It seems almost like a lifetime ago. There was before Katie and now, and my god, I never wanted this to end. I knew my *wife* had taken her sleeping pills, but as I bunch up Katies soaking panties in front of the window, very clearly visible from our house, I hope she sees.

“Is this what you want? You think you can be a little tease and not be punished for it?” Katie shivers under me as I pull her panties up her dripping cunt. My words come out harsh. I’ve never spoken to her like this before. She loves it. Every little noise she makes drives me more insane, it awakens something animalistic in me. Then she begs me.

“Daniel, please…” I interrupt her sentence by sliding two of my fingers into her perfect little cunt.

“Call me Sir.” I growl in response.

The desperation in her voice is enough to make me fall in love with her, as if I wasn’t already. Her eyes close and she throws her head back in ecstasy. Fuck, she’s so tight. Her little hole grips me as my fingers move in and out of her, almost begging me to never leave her. I probably could have just used one finger but I need to prepare her for my cock. God, she’s going to struggle. The thought of that drives me wild.

I kiss her as my fingers curl inside her and my rhythm quickens. I don’t want to look away from her perfect little cunt but I need her to know this isn’t just fucking. I need her to know she is needed. She stops kissing me and her mouth falls open. A little frown forms on her brow and I keep my pace but I press harder as my fingers curl. She rapidly tightens, nearly pushing my fingers out as she gushes.

It is a sight of pure beauty, her perfect little cunt splashing and spasming over my fingers. The look of shock on her face lets me know she’s never squirted before.

“Ah, my little girl. So many things to teach you.” Is all I can say before diving into her clit, mouth first. I slow my fingers and let my tongue fully appreciate her. Her little clit sticks out like a little button just begging to be played with. I flick my tongue against it like she’s candy and I’m searching for the liquid centre.

I feel her tighten again as she grabs a handful of my hair. “Not on my fingers this time, slut.” I say in response. I give her one more lick before undoing my belt. Joy, pure joy takes over her face. God, she wants this as badly as I do. I have waited for this moment for almost a year, wanting her more and more each day. I needed to drag this out.

I line my cock up with her cunt and coat myself with her wetness. She shakes each time I pass over her clit. She grinds up against me, begging me to fall into her.

“Daniel, I need it. I need you. Please, Sir.” She whimpers. ‘Sir’. Hearing that come from her beautiful lips, her other beautiful lips, kills me in the best ways. She has killed me and brought me back to life tonight. How did I ever live without this, without her?

“Watch me take you. Watch me ruin this perfect little hole of yours.” There it is again, that animalistic growl. I’m so much much bigger than her toy, I wonder if she will be able to take me.

She does. I enter her slowly and I have to consciously stop myself from exploding or floating out of my body because this is pure bliss. She grips me like she was made for me. I haven’t ever felt anything like this. I want to go slowly so I don’t hurt her (or cum too quickly) but I need to fuck her. I need to feel her shake under me.

I pull myself from her completely before entering my full length back into her quickly. Her eyes roll back and she smiles. She’s angelic. My angelic little slut. She is so wet, I can hear her cunt slurp on my cock as I fuck her harder. Her walls shake and spasm on me. She can barely fit me as she gets closer so I push harder, my whole body weight against her as I fuck her faster. My fingers find her perfect little pink clit and I pinch her before I rub fast.

“Cum all over my cock like a good little slut, Princess. Cum for me.” My voice now husky from moans and grunts.

She screams my name as she splashes my cock. She becomes so tight I almost black out from the pleasure. Like my body has a mind of its own. I keep pounding her. I keep smashing into her slippery little cunt and rubbing her clit as she soaks me. I am determined to fuck her endlessly. Until she uses my weakness against me.

“Cum in me, please. Please D…Sir, cum in me.” She begs me. She fucking begs for my cum. How could I resist? What man could possibly resist?

I don’t even take a moment to think about the logistics. Is she on the pill? I’m not wearing a condom. Does she care? Because at this moment, in all our moments over the last few months, all I’ve wanted to do is breed her. Was this the green light?

I grab a fistful of her hair and kiss her deeply as I coat her insides. I don’t think… I know I’ve never cum so hard. Her still spasming cunt milks me as I cum in her. She could have asked for the world in that moment and I would have promised it to her. I was in heaven. I rest my head on hers, slowly coming back to reality. Back to my senses.

It hits me: there’s not a single ounce of regret, maybe only regretting that we hadn’t done this sooner. Everything had become so clear. I had made Katie mine and I intended on keeping her.

I stand up and look her over. She is beautiful, sloppy, sweaty, beautiful and now mine. “You better be waiting for me like this, everyday, from now on. You’re mine now.” I bend down and kiss her clit. “This is mine now.”

She can’t hide the smile on her face. “Yes, Sir. I’m all yours.”

I carry her to the shower and bathe her. As much as I don’t want to wash away what we just did, her little legs can barely hold her so I look after her as best I can. I dry her before carrying her to her bed. God, I wish I could stay here with her, our bodies tangled together. But I have so much to sort out at home.

I don’t bother to dress her as I lay her down, but instead, I cover her body in kisses. I pay extra attention to my favourite spot in between her legs. I lick her gently and slowly. There is no rush this time. My balls are empty and she has my sole attention.

She intertwines her fingers with mine as I devour her cunt with my mouth. Her orgasm slowly rolls over her this time but I don’t stop until she looks as though she’s about to fall asleep. I plant a kiss on her forehead and whisper that I’ll be back in the morning before leaving.

The sun hits me. It’s a new day, a new beginning. A new life. I walk back into my own house and long for Katie, as if I haven’t just had her for hours. I sit in my study and send the email to my lawyer that I’ve had drafted for years. It’s done. It’s over. Now to break it to my *wife*.

She’s sitting up in bed, staring at Katie’s window as I enter the master bedroom.

“Was she worth it?” She says, expressionless.

I can’t contain my smile. “God, yes”.

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