Across the street, your new neighbor just moved in while you watched from your window. Achilles pulled his black, expensive Audi into his driveway, stepping out of it. As soon as he began opening the backdoors of his car, your mother began rushing over to him, a giddy and inviting smile on her face. The man, startled, turned to her, greeting her back with a stoic, quiet, yet gentle expression on his face. As they talked, the woman offered her child to help him, and although he refused profusely, she was even more persistent and went to go call her child over. While he waited, a sigh escaped his lips and he grabbed the first box.
Sophie walks up to him Sophie gorgeous, big breasts small waist big hips. Shes younger then him about 21
He glanced up at the approaching figure with his black eyes. His expression didn't change much, still stern and unreadable as he took in her appearance; tall and rather slim for a woman of her age, voluptuous curves, especially noticeable on her hips and chest, with long hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. Despite not expecting such beauty from his neighbor's daughter, it only made him curious about her more. "Ah, Sophie. You must be your mother's pride and joy." His voice was deep and calm, almost parental.
"Its nice to meet you" shes bit shy
"Well," he began softly, as if speaking to a child, "it's nice to meet you too. I appreciate your mother wanting to help me out like this... but she didn't have to force you." He smiled gently at her, making sure not to seem imposing or threatening. His gaze drifted downwards momentarily before snapping back up again, meeting her eyes once more. "But I guess we should get started..." With a faint nod he motioned for her to follow him towards his moving truck where several boxes were stacked haphazardly on the ground.
she helpe him move his stuff inside his house
The man seemed almost to tower over her, even though they were around the same height. His presence was commanding and authoritative as he directed her on where to put each box, his voice never rising above a quiet yet firm tone. As she helped him carry things in, Achilles couldn't help but notice how light she was despite her curves; it made him wonder if she had been working out or if it was just natural strength. He found himself appreciating the assistance, however reluctantly he might admit it to himself.
later once they are done "I think thst was last box"
Finally done with the unpacking, he turned to her and nodded in appreciation. "Thank you for all your help, Sophie. You've been a great deal of assistance." There was a hint of genuine gratitude in his voice as well as something else... perhaps affection or fondness? It seemed out of place coming from him, but he didn't bother to hide it. "If there's anything I can return the favor with..." he began uncertainly, fidgeting uncomfortably for a moment before trailing off into silence.
Shyly looking down at the floor, "Its nothing really, I could help a neighbor" she paused and then looks up at him with those innocent eyes of hers. "Though if you want to buy me lunch or something that would be cool" she blushes
"Hm... I suppose I could do that." His voice was soft and deep as he contemplated the offer. He smiled gently at her once more, feeling a strange warmth in his chest that he couldn't quite place. "Where do you like to eat around here? There's got to be a cozy little place we could go to."
As they began walking towards their respective homes, the man found himself enjoying her company, even if it was for such a mundane reason as having lunch together. Perhaps spending more time with her would help him understand his own feelings better... or perhaps not. Either way, there seemed to be no harm in finding out.
after they went out to eat something clicked between them they now in car making out
Her lips tasted sweet and innocent against his own as he eagerly returned the kiss. The world seemed to melt away around them, leaving only the two of them in their own little bubble where nothing else mattered but this moment. With one hand, he reached up to cup her face gently while the other slid downwards, caressing her lower back before coming to rest on her waist. As if it were some sort of challenge, his tongue sought out hers, dueling for dominance even as his hips ground against hers in a desperate attempt to bring them closer together. His heart raced wildly in his chest, beating in time with the frantic thudding of her heart against his palm.
When they finally came up for air, both of their breaths coming out in ragged pants, he looked into her eyes, studying every detail of her expression as if trying to decipher some sort of ancient text. There was desire there, yes... but there was also something else: fear and uncertainty perhaps? He didn't know for sure, but it only made him want to protect her more, to make her feel safe in his arms. As if reading his thoughts, she leaned in again for another hungry kiss, seeking comfort and reassurance from him... and finding it.
The rest of the drive home passed in a blur of passionate kisses and increasingly urgent touches as they sought solace in each other's company. Despite knowing better, he couldn't help but feel possessive and possessive towards her; a desire to claim her as his own burning hot within him like an inferno. The thought sent shivers down his spine, making every nerve ending stand at attention... and aching for release. As they pulled up to the curb in front of his house, he glanced over at her one
Finally stopping, they breathed heavily against each other as their kisses slowed. Slowly, he pulled back slightly to look at her before leaning forward again and trailing kisses along her jawline up to her earlobe where he began sucking and nibbling. She moaned softly into his mouth at the sensation, the feel of his warm breath against her skin causing delicious shivers to run through her body. Her hands had been exploring his chest earlier but now seemed to be clenching his jacket as she held onto him for support and feeling.
As his tongue danced around her earlobe, he reached up with one hand to cup her breast over her bra, thumb brushing against the nipple through the fabric. He massaged it gently but firmly, feeling her body respond instantly as she arched into him, moaning louder this time. The sounds of desire pouring from her throat sent a thrill through his veins, driving him further towards the edge.
Without taking his attention away from her ear and breast, he reached down between them with one hand, slipping it under her skirt and over her panties before sliding a finger into her wet heat. She gasped at the intrusion, her hips bucking against him in welcome as she ground herself against his fingers. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the car, mingling with the moans and gasps that seemed to escape their throats without any effort.
"Fuck..." he groaned, voice raspy with lust. "You feel so good..." He nipped at her earlobe before slipping his tongue back into her mouth, tasting himself on her as they continued their hungry kisses. His other hand found its way under her shirt, caressing the skin of her stomach before moving up to cup one of her breasts over her bra again.
she takes her top off and bra revealing 2 beauty big natural breasts
When she revealed her breasts to him like that, his breath caught in his throat. They were even more beautiful than he'd imagined; full and round with dark pink nipples puckered and hardened from arousal. He reached up with one hand to cup one of them, thumb rubbing circles over her sensitive peak as his free hand continued to caress her stomach, inching closer to where he wanted to touch. His lips found hers again, tongue dueling for dominance as he took what he wanted from her mouth, claiming it as his own.
As she moaned into the kiss, her hips rocked against him once more, seeking more friction and contact. He growled low in his throat at the sensation, a primal need rising up within him, demanding to be sated. He pulled back just enough to look at her face, eyes dark with desire as he began nibbling on her jawline once more, moving lower towards her neck. With one hand, he slid her bra strap down her arm before kissing and sucking along her collarbone, leaving a trail of hot, wet marks in his wake.
When she arched her back to give him better access, moaning his name into the air, he felt himself lose control completely. "Fuck... Sophie..." His voice was rough with need as he pushed up her skirt with one hand, spreading her folds wider with two fingers. "So wet for me..." He growled, leaning forward to take one of her nipples into his mouth even as he fingered her faster and harder.
Her cries and gasps filled the car, echoing through him like a drug, feeding the fire that burned within. His free hand gripped the back of her neck tightly, holding her
"Please I want you dick inside me. Im begging you" shes really wet
Her pleas only serve to make him harder. He releases her nipple with a soft pop and looks into her eyes, lust filling his gaze. "You want my cock, huh?" he groans, already reaching for the button of his pants. With rough movements, he undoes his belt and yanks down his pants, boxers following suit. His erection springs free, long and hard as steel beneath the soft fabric of his briefs. "Say it again."
With shaking hands, he reaches back to yank her seat forward, throwing himself into the backseat beside her. He pulls her closer, burying his face in her neck as he struggles to contain his need. Finally free from her clothes, his cock slides against her damp entrance and she gasps at the feel of him pressed so tightly against her. His hips jerk forward instinctively, trying to push inside but held back by the thin barrier of their clothing. "Tell me you want this," he growls into her ear, his words vibrating against her skin as he thrusts again.
"Yes! I need you inside me!" she moans, arching her back into him as she feels the head of his cock press against her entrance. Her hands slide down between their bodies to guide him closer, gripping his erection through the fabric and attempting to help him penetrate deeper. With one swift thrust, he slides inside her and both of them cry out in pleasure.
His gasp is cut off by the feeling of her body accepting him, welcoming his length inside. "Fuck..." He pants roughly, every muscle tensed as he fights to control the primal urge to just take what he wants, claiming her completely. His fingers dig into her hips as he begins thrusting, sliding in and out of her with powerful strokes that match the rhythm of their ragged breaths.
Despite his best efforts to be gentle, it's clear he hasn't done this in a long time; the force of each stroke sends shockwaves through her body as he takes her without mercy. She arches her back off the seat, crying out with every thrust that drives him deeper inside her. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving lines of fire in their wake, and she grinds against him, meeting each forceful movement with a desperate moan.
With each passing second, his control begins to slip further away. The feeling of having her so wet and tight around him is too much; it drives him wild, filling every nerve ending in his body with pure ecstasy. He leans forward, burying his face against her neck as he takes what she's offering: the taste of sweat and desire mixed with her intoxicating scent. His hips snap faster now, losing all semblance of control as he loses himself in this moment, this woman, and this unbridled lust for release.
"Fuck me like you hate me destroy me"
His growl vibrates against her neck as he takes her words as a challenge, an invitation to claim her completely. With a savage snarl, his thrusts become more brutal and demanding; his cock slams into her over and over with punishing force. Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood that only serves to fuel the fire burning within him. He pounds relentlessly, taking what she's offering and more, determined to make her feel everything he has to give.
As if sensing the nearing end, a deep groan rumbles from his chest as his hips stutter before finally stilling completely. His body tenses and shudders violently as he releases himself inside her, filling her with hot, sticky seed. He collapses on top of her, panting heavily against her ear, their ragged breaths mingling together like a tangible thing between them. His weight presses down on her, but she doesn't mind; if anything it only makes her feel more connected to him at this moment.
As the intensity of his orgasm begins to wane and their heart rates begin to slow back toward normal, he lifts his head and looks down at her, studying every detail of her flushed face, sweat-drenched hair, and glistening skin. There's a strange mix of emotions swirling in his gut: satisfaction, possessiveness... but also something else, something that makes the pit of his stomach twist uncomfortably. With one hand, he tenderly wipes the sweat from her brow before cupping her cheek with gentle fingers, searching for some sign that she's okay with this... that she wants more.
"Dont pull out yet"
His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he looks at her. "What do you mean?" He whispers, his voice hoarse from exertion. His fingers trail down her neck, her collarbone before settling on one of her breasts, gently kneading and massaging.
There's a flicker of something in her eyes at the touch; desire maybe? "I want you to... stay inside me." She bites her bottom lip nervously, not quite meeting his gaze. "Please?"
she wraps legs around him
His expression softens as he looks down at her. The request surprises him, but also fills him with a strange sort of contentment. With a soft groan, he leans down and captures her lips in a tender kiss before pulling back to look into her eyes once more. "Okay." He whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "I'll stay with you... as long as you want me to." His fingers continue their gentle exploration of her body, stroking and caressing, seeking out any places that need soothing or comforting.
With a small nod, he begins to shift his weight off of her, readying to move them both back into more comfortable positions. But before he can finish, she tightens her legs around him, stopping him mid-motion with a gasp. "Wait," she whispers, her cheeks flushing red once more. "I... I want you inside me like this." Her hips begin to move against his pelvis in a small, teasing motion that causes him to groan low in his throat.
"You fuck me really rough..... spit on me slap my ass you can do anything you want"
The mention of rough sex and dominance causes a shiver to run down his spine. There's something about the idea of taking her completely that excites him beyond reason. He pulls back slightly to look into her eyes, seeing the desire burning bright within them, and feels himself grow hard once more. With a low growl, he reaches down between them and roughly grips his own length, sliding it free from the confines of his boxers in one smooth motion. "Spit on you?" He rasps hoarsely as he leans forward to kiss her neck. "I'll spit so hard it'll sting."
With another groan, he positions himself at her entrance and pushes inside with rough force, burying himself deep inside her. Her tight heat surrounds him like a glove, her nails digging into his shoulders as she meets each thrust with a moan or whimper of encouragement. He begins to move roughly, slamming into her over and over again, taking what she's offering and more, determined to make her feel every inch of him.
they fuck for hours and hours her ass red from all slaps her niplles are bit sore from his sucking... shes completely full his cum
As they continue to writhe together in the backseat of his car, lost in their own world of raw passion and lust, time seems to stand still. The rough motions of their bodies against one another are fueled by a need that burns deeper than anything either has ever felt before. Her cries and moans echo through the vehicle like music to his ears; each one driving him harder, faster, until he can't tell where he ends and she begins.
When at last they find release, collapsing against each other in a tangled heap of sweaty limbs and heaving breaths, he knows that something profound has changed between them. He looks down at her, studying her flushed face and panting chest as if seeking answers to questions he's afraid to ask aloud. Whatever this is between them... it feels real. It feels right. But what does it mean? He can't help but wonder how much of it was just lust, and how much was something more.