My heart races as I snuggle into my old twin bed, surrounded by the sheets, stuffed animals, and artwork of my childhood. Getting caught like this by my father would be absolutely humiliating. Luckily, I know he’s working until late tonight, so Grant and I are perfectly safe to live out this scandalous fantasy without interruptions.

I still have a spare key to my old house, and Grant’s mom has the kids overnight. It’s been so long since my husband and I had some real privacy, and after telling him about this fantasy of mine, Grant wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. Since we were married three years ago, everything I’ve ever even slightly alluded to that I wanted, Grant has provided for me tenfold. He has such a generous heart. I’ve been spoiled beyond anything I ever pictured in my wildest dreams. Clothes, jewelry, art pieces, furniture—it’s like his greatest joy in life is buying things for me and giving me gifts, yet if I had to live in a mud hut in the most remote part of Africa, I’d be just as happy as long as I had my man.

I hear scuffling outside the door, and I pull the covers tightly over my barely-clothed body. My hair is in long pigtails, just like I used to wear it, and the only thing I’m wearing is a sheer lingerie set with ribbons on it that match my pink hair ribbons. For a moment, I’m transported back in time. This is what I used to dream about when I was a teenager discovering my body, and now it’s really happening. Grant Sherwood is stealing into my room, and he’s about to ravage me from head to toe. Everything below my belly button is clenched. I can barely breathe.

A sharp rap comes at the door. I whisper, “Come in.”

The door flings open, and Grant is standing there in a white tank top and athletic shorts, just like the outfits he used to wear in the heat of summer. His bronze skin is glowing with a sheen of sweat, and his eyes are black with lust.

“Little Cheyenne…” He closes the door behind him and locks it securely, not taking his eyes off of me for a second. “My God, you’ve grown up beautiful.”

“Grant, what are you doing in here? This is my bedroom,” I squeak.

He crosses the room to me and crawls onto my bed, predatory in his advance. Pulling down the covers, he runs his fingers over the sheer fabric covering my breasts and wets his lips with his tongue. “I’m here to take what’s mine, angel. No man claims this sweet pussy but me.” He moves one hand down to my thong, which is drenched with my desire. I bite my lip when the tent in his shorts grows even bigger. He’s loving this as much as I am.

“I’ve reserved this pussy for you.” His lips connect with mine, and we move in perfect rhythm as he positions himself on top of me. “It’s all yours.”

“I want you so much, sweet girl. Only you,” Grant tells me as he pulls my hair back from my neck and sinks his teeth into my sensitive skin. I shudder against him as his lips move down toward my chest. He rips my sheer covering apart and exposes my naked body. I curl up against him, wanting to feel nothing but his heat radiating into me.

“I want you too, Grant. I always have.”

Grant tears the clothes off his body and flings my thong into some unknown part of the room. He pulls my labia apart and thrusts his tongue into me so fast, I don’t have time to blink. My back arches off the bed, and moans rip from my throat. Our lovemaking is always passionate, but he’s never been this fast and furious before. My old room fades into a pleasant blur around me as he works his thumb into a fast vibration on my clit and his tongue into a frenzy inside my pussy. My nipples turn impossibly hard to the point of pain as he reaches up one hand to play with them.

“Oh, Grant! I need to come on you.”

His groan vibrates my sweet spot, making me lose control and gush on his face. He drinks down every last drop like the good husband he is.

“More, baby.” Grant teases the rest of my orgasm out of me. I let him take me to paradise, knowing this release is only the first of many tonight.

After I’ve come down from my peak, Grant moves up to tower over me and inserts his lubed tip into my entrance. Swirling it around, he teases me without mercy.

“Please, baby,” I whine. “I need you so bad.”

“Who do you need?” He clenches his teeth as sweat runs down his temples. “Tell me.”

I let out a tortured moan in response.

“Tell me who you need, Cheyenne. Who have you been dreaming of your whole life? Who is the only man in the world who can satisfy you?”

“Grant Sherwood.” Gasping, I roll my hips toward him. “I need Grant Sherwood.”

Grant finally plunges inside of me. He holds me up by my pigtails as he devours my mouth and destroys my pussy. I brace on my elbows and pull back to take a look at his body as he becomes one with mine over and over. His core muscles are so strong he doesn’t need to brace on anything. I watch them as they expand and contract, bringing every inch of his huge shaft home inside me.

He brushes stray hairs away from my face and leans down to whisper in my ear. “I love you, Mrs. Sherwood.”

I cling to his strong shoulders, feeling the tension coiling in my lower abdomen again. “I love you, too, Mr. Sherwood.”

Kissing my neck, Grant lets go and I feel his warm streams shooting up inside me. The feeling of his cum inside my body gets my hormones raging, and I follow him into paradise. Hearing the sounds of his satisfied groans just intensifies my own release, and we go on for a long time.

It’s an hour later when we finally decide to move the fun back to our house. Grant wraps a blanket around me protectively as he walks me next door. Once we’re on our front porch, Grant tips up my chin and chuckles as he presses a gentle kiss to my lips.

“What was that for?”

He lets his fingers run down my cheek, smiling like a fool.

“For being the ultimate girl next door.”