I shiver as he watches me. My hot neighbor is not only sexy, he’s a bit mysterious, too. I want to know everything there is to know about him, but he’s not giving me much. He claims he doesn’t cook but his dinner is outstanding, and he claims that he never leaves his house. I don’t know how you can survive in the world without leaving your property.

“You done?” Heath asks. I look down at my empty, plate then back up at him before I nod. He doesn’t say anything else, before he stands. I watch him, my palms sweating as he clears the table of our dishes. When he’s finished he walks straight up to me and tips his chin down. “I want you naked in the middle of this table,” he announces.

“Heath,” I breathe.

His lips tip in a grin, but his eyes darken. “Yeah, Sugar, you’re dessert.”

I blink at his words, “I’m dessert?” I exhale.

His arms reach out and wrap around my waist, pulling me up to standing. Then, his lips brush against my mouth. “Yeah, you’re dessert. Been dying to taste that pussy of yours,” he rasps.

My entire body locks up frozen. He wants to… right now? His fingers find the hem of my sundress and he quickly yanks it up my body. His eyes drop down to my breasts and he smirks. “Fucking gorgeous with my cum dried on you, Kinsley,” he grunts. My face is so hot at his words that there is no way it isn’t bright red.

His hand lifts and his finger gently caress his dried cum that he spread all over my chest. I really wanted to wash it off, but there was something about his demand that made me want to follow. His hand slides around my back and he quickly, and expertly, unhooks my bra before he drags it down my arms.

He traces his fingers around my nipples and I suck in a breath as they harden, begging for him to touch them. Then his fingers dance down my sides and hook in my panties. I bite the corner of my lips as he tugs them down, leaving me completely bared to him. Pinching my eyes closed, I’m afraid to see his response, to see what he thinks of me.

“Open your eyes, Kinsley,” he rasps, his breath fanning my face.

Slowly, I open my eyes and look at him. His chest rises and falls with his heavy breathing and he grins as he reaches down, wrapping his hands around my waist.

I yelp as he picks me up. “I’m too heavy,” I exclaim.

He snorts. “Sugar you weigh nothing,” he announces before he plants my ass on the table. “Now lean back. I’m fucking starving and craving something sweet,” he winks.

I let out a shaky exhale before I do what he demands. Laying back on my elbows, I question my sanity every inch I lower my back onto the hard surface. Heath slides his hands up the backs of my calves, until he reaches my knees.

Wrapping his fingers around the backs of my knees, he spreads me wide and sits down in the dining room chair that I vacated. He tugs me closer to his face, my own skin prickles and heats with embarrassment and excitement all at the same time.

Leaning forward, he inhales my center and my thighs shake as I mentally force myself to keep my legs open. I want to snap them closed, tuck tail, and run, but when his tongue drags across my entire center before circling my clit, I moan instead.

I can’t remember the last time a man’s face was between my thighs, but it definitely did not feel this good. Heath licks me, he eats me like a man starving and my hand dives into his hair, tightening against his strands as I pull him closer.

My hips lift as I climb closer toward my climax. His tongue focuses on my clit and I let out a loud whimper. When two fingers slip inside of me, I’m done for. I cry out as my hips jerk against his mouth. He curls his fingers inside of me, over and over until I come.

My pussy clenches, trying to keep him inside of me while my eyes close and I let out a sigh.

“Look at me, Sugar,” Heath orders.

My eyes snap open and I look down at him. I bite, my bottom lip when I watch him lift his fingers to his mouth and suck. “Exactly what I needed,” he grins.

My face heats, and I know it turns deep red in embarrassment, but Heath doesn’t comment, he only continues to smile. Then I gasp when he drops his pants.

His cock juts straight toward me, and how I forgot the beauty of his body between earlier and now I don’t know. I reach forward and wrap my fingers around him, unable to resist touching him.

I let out a moan when Kinsley wraps her fingers around my cock. She strokes me, her grip firm, feeling too fucking good for words. I wrap my hand around her wrist to stop her movements. Reaching down. I grab a condom from my pocket and quickly open it, sheathing my dick.

Wrapping my fingers around the inside of her knees I wrench her legs open wider as I press my cock against her entrance. For the first time in my life, I curse the fact that I have to be gloved.

I want to slide inside of her bare, and I’m not sure why I have this instant craving to fill her with my seed, but I do. I want to watch as my cum drips from her tight pussy. Driving inside of her with one quick motion, I groan.

“Oh God,” she cries.

Her pussy is so fucking tight, so warm and wet that I’m goddamn speechless. I stay planted deep inside of her, in fucking awe of how she feels wrapped around me.

“Heath?” she asks. My eyes meet hers and she gives me a shy smile.

Sliding my hands up her thighs, I move them to around her hips, gripping her tightly. I want my fingerprints to litter her body, to mark her. If I thought that I could get away with it, I would mark her neck so that everybody would know that she’s mine, too.

Pulling out of her, almost completely, I slam back inside. Both of our breaths hitch at the feeling. Her pussy flutters around me and I curse this goddamn condom, yet again. Next time I’m inside of her, it will be bareback. My nostrils flare, as I continue to fuck her, feeling her soft warm body accept my own.

After tonight I plan on keeping her.

No way in fuck is this a one-time thing.

Kinsley is mine.