Not My Neighbor by Flora Ferrari

Chapter Seventeen

Krystal

Like a pendulum, my emotions and mind swing from being so upset Blake’s been pretending to be our new neighbor all this time, to wanting him so bad it almost hurts.

Until I feel him ready to enter me for the first time.

My juices are flowing, and I can feel his own mixing with them, running down my thighs as I lift my knees and open myself wide enough so he can fit between them.

I can see why he’d need a thicker girl. The skinny Barbie type would snap in half with a real man like Blake between her legs.

Even though I’m small compared to him, we make a perfect fit. His huge, muscled hardness against my soft, smooth thickness.

I daren’t take my eyes off him as his lock on mine. We both know that despite all the drama and interruptions. This is what we’ve both wanted all along.

I’ve surprised myself, begging him to fuck me with language I’ve never even thought to myself let alone said out loud until meeting Blake.

Until this moment, needing him inside me so much. Knowing that all those years of wondering and worrying if I would ever be good enough for any man has only been waiting for the most perfect man.

Blake Mason. A real man.

Finally, I’m reduced to a whisper, telling him to claim what we both know is his.

He’s so gentle, so tender with me. Even though it’s been up and down to get here, I feel him guiding himself into me just a little at a time. My eyes are instantly wide as it registers just how much of a man Blake is.

Biting my lip and gasping I feel even more turned on when I hear his own groans of pleasure as he slowly but surely keeps his promise.

Filling me up to the hilt, with only a slight pain before I feel the pressure give way inside, telling me I’m not a girl anymore.

I’m a woman and Blake’s about to give me what every woman wants.

If having his mouth down there was heaven, then this is interstellar, outer freaking space.

I reach for him, not able to grab a hold of enough of him as he starts to work his way in and out of my tight channel, stretched to its limit as I discover how good it is that I can grip him and relax at just the right moment, making him growl with even more satisfaction.

“I’ve wanted to be inside you since I first saw you,” he groans, jerking his whole body for a second and flexing inside me, his breath as rapid as mine.

Both of us discovering new things about ourselves as well as each other with each movement.

Being so new to all this, and more than just a little tight, it takes some time before I get to the point where Blake can give me the dicking I know he’s been itching to dish out.

Once I realize that I like him hard and fast as much as I need him slow and gentle, the closer I get to feel my own climax build the choice is an easy one.

And Blake can feel me from the inside as well as read me from the outside, knowing just how to hold me, where to touch me and how to move inside me.

It feels like the more he’s filling me, in and out, the more I want him.

The more I want this.

I can’t believe we wasted so much time doing anything else. Although something tells me this is what Blake’s been hinting at the whole time we’ve known each other.

I forgive him for impersonating the neighbor and feel relieved in a way that he isn’t our neighbor.

It makes doing this so much easier.

His huge hands grip my hips and with no real effort, he lifts me off the bed, pumping me full of him as my thighs slap against his.

I can see his jaw clench as my eyes start to go out of focus, rolling back in my head and I know we’re both so close.

“Fuck me, Blake… Fill… Me…” I stammer with each thrust of his huge cock into my drenched hole.

Just when I think I can’t take another second without losing control, Blake’s grip on me tightens and he rolls onto his back.

Each of my legs is on either side of him, and his thick cock is driven straight up into me, finding a place I never knew existed and a feeling I never thought could be so intense.

“Oh god!” I exclaim, smiling and then whining like an animal.

A wild beast trapped in the best possible way, knowing the only possible release is through our own making.

He growls deeply, both hands gripping my chest and kneading my nipples between his fingers until I’m done.

I can’t hold it and feeling his cock swell to an even thicker size inside me, I know he can’t either.

“Come for me, Krystal,” he gasps. “Come on my cock…” he groans.

I feel my whole body shudder. The grip my pussy has on his cock quivers in time with the pulsing climax that runs like a current through both of us.

My swollen clit pressed into his hard body feels like a trigger being pulled with each micro-movement, setting it off all over again.

Over and over I can hear myself calling out his name, his strong hands gripping my body but it won’t stop it from coming.

I curse and swear in disbelief and he growls like a beast who’s finally snatched his prize.

He’s claimed me good and proper and I know that like his kisses, each time he touches me, each time he draws another climax from me it’ll be better and better.

More intense and more powerful, like the man himself.

It’s sometime before our shared climax even begins to subside, with Blake’s huge body jerking and twitching as much as mine until we both collapse, exhausted into each other’s arms.

A ball of satisfied and very spent, pent-up emotion and primal animal instinct.

All fused into a perfect knot that’s the new us.

Together at last, and I know each of us feels the same way, not wanting any of this to be over. Knowing that it’s really only just started, and will last forever.

Our aftershocks gradually slow to smiles and little giggles.

Blake traces his huge fingers over my body, giving me new shivers and tingles as I cling to his, craving his warmth and his strength against me.

Our naked skin-on-skin contact is as intimate and as special as when he was thrusting his manhood inside me.

Like a calm sea after a thrilling storm, we’re both contents to just float in this afterglow.

A feeling I could never describe, only share and it would be impossible for me to share it with anyone else.

“Better?” I finally ask him, looking up and noticing his look of supreme satisfaction.

Like he’s won the lottery of life, knowing he’s aced every single thing he’s put his mind and his body to.

He growls gently, pulling me closer and covering us both with the bedsheets, which I notice are in total disarray.

I struggle to remember if the bed was even made when we came in, but a part of me knows it was.

Aside from being relieved, he’s not my neighbor at all, I feel a new excitement brewing.

The idea of getting to know Blake all over again, as Blake Mason, not my neighbor.

I think back, smiling over all the misunderstandings of the past couple of days.

A lot of the time it wasn’t what Blake said at all, it was just circumstance and my own belief that made me think he had to be the editor of some magazine.

It’s kind of a relief too because I really struggled with that one. I just can’t see Blake having anything to do with a magazine apart from maybe thumbing it in a waiting room somewhere.

He’s content to just lay back, holding me. Knowing I’m his now, and I think he eventually dozes off for a bit.

Confirming what I suspected all along, that he’d sat up all last night watching over my house as I slept. The only way he could have caught that yard guy so early in the morning.

My thoughts slowly turn to home and my dad as I squeeze myself closer to Blake.

He makes me feel so safe, so warm.

Like nothing could touch us now or ever. Not even my cranky dad once he finds out what’s been going on under his own roof.

But I could safely say we never had sex under his roof. No way.

That special moment was in the Presidential Suite of the most expensive hotel in town, no less.

It isn’t long though before the sound and feel of his sleepy breathing against my body has the same effect on me.

Both of us sliding deeper into each other. The dream we’ll both share from now on in waking life, but for now, lived out together as we sleep in each other’s arms.