Ronan stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock still pulsing as my pussy fluttered around him. His hot cum was already leaking out around his shaft, dripping down my thighs. But the look in his eyes told me he was far from finished.

He slowly pulled out, making me whimper at the sudden emptiness. Thick, white ropes of his cum poured from my stretched hole and ran down my ass. Ronan stared at the filthy sight with dark satisfaction before flipping me onto my back on the large floor mats.

“Spread your legs wide,” he ordered, voice rough with lust.

I obeyed immediately, opening my thighs shamelessly for him. He knelt between them and used two thick fingers to spread my cum-filled pussy lips apart, exposing my swollen clit.

“Look at this messy little cunt,” he growled. “Already full of my load and still dripping like a desperate whore.”

He started rubbing my clit with slow, firm circles using his thumb, spreading his own warm cum all over the sensitive nub. The slick, obscene sound of his cum-coated fingers playing with my clit made me moan loudly and roll my hips.

“Coach… please…” I whimpered.

Ronan increased the pressure, rubbing my clit faster in tight, relentless circles while watching every expression on my face. My thighs trembled. The combination of his rough thumb and his cum acting as lube was driving me insane.

Just when I thought I was about to explode, he lowered his head and devoured me.

His hot, hungry tongue dragged through my soaked folds, licking up our mixed juices before latching onto my clit. He sucked hard, flicking his tongue rapidly over the swollen bud while pushing two thick fingers deep inside my cum-filled pussy.

“Fuck— Coach!” I cried out, gripping his hair tightly.

Ronan ate my pussy like a starving beast — messy, aggressive, and completely filthy. He groaned against my flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. His fingers fucked me roughly, curling and stroking that perfect spot inside me while his mouth sucked and licked my clit without mercy.

I was shaking, moaning like a whore as he devoured me. He alternated between long, slow licks and fast, brutal suction on my clit, his beard scratching deliciously against my sensitive skin. The wet, slurping sounds were lewd and loud in the empty gym.

I came violently on his tongue, screaming as my pussy gushed and clenched hard around his fingers. Ronan didn’t stop. He kept licking and fingering me through the orgasm, drinking every drop of my juices mixed with his cum until I was a trembling, oversensitive mess.

Only then did he rise up, his beard glistening, and position the fat head of his massive cock at my entrance.

He slammed into me in one brutal thrust, burying every thick inch deep inside my still-spasming pussy.

“Fuuuuck!” I screamed, my back arching off the mat.

Ronan fucked me with raw, animalistic power — long, punishing strokes that made my entire body jolt. His heavy balls slapped loudly against my ass with every savage thrust. He gripped my hips bruisingly, using them as leverage to drive even deeper.

“That’s it, you filthy little whore,” he snarled, pounding me mercilessly. “Take every inch of this old cock. This is what you’ve been craving for years.”

He suddenly pulled out, flipped me onto all fours, and mounted me from behind. He gripped my hips and slammed back inside, fucking me even harder in that style. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the gym as he railed me without mercy.

I pushed my ass back to meet his thrusts, moaning shamelessly. “Harder, Coach! Destroy my pussy!”

Ronan slapped my ass hard, leaving red handprints, then yanked my hair back sharply as he destroyed me. He reached around and rubbed my clit roughly while continuing to pound me.

He flipped me onto my back again, threw my legs over his shoulders, and folded me completely in half. In this position, he drove impossibly deep, his thick cock hitting places that made my eyes roll back.

Sweat dripped from his muscular chest onto my bouncing tits as he fucked me with brutal force. He wrapped one hand around my throat, choking me lightly while slamming into me.

“I’m going to fill this greedy cunt again,” he growled.

I came hard for the second time, screaming as my pussy clenched violently around his cock. Ronan roared and buried himself to the hilt, pumping me full of another massive load of thick, hot cum until it overflowed and ran down my ass.

Even after cumming twice, he stayed buried deep inside me, breathing heavily as he looked down at my cum-drenched, ruined body with pure possession.

“You’re mine now, Riley,” he said, voice dark and final. “My personal filthy little whore. And I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”

I smiled up at him, completely spent, aching, and utterly satisfied.

“Good,” I whispered.

“I’ve been waiting to be owned by you.”

WRONG NEIGHBOR

TRIGGER WARNING:

THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES.

MIA.

I was having a full-blown existential crisis at 11:47 PM.

My laptop screen was still glowing with the evidence of my downfall: a 47-page Google Doc titled “BDSM Research Notes – Things I Want To Try (Don’t Judge Me, Riley)”. It had bullet points, star ratings, hearts, and several unhinged paragraphs about wanting to be “gently destroyed by a hot older man who looks like he could snap me like a KitKat.”

I had meant to send it to my best friend Riley.

Instead, I sent it to Lucas Blackwell — my terrifyingly hot 42-year-old neighbor from the penthouse upstairs.

My phone buzzed.

Lucas: Mia.

Lucas: Did you mean to send this to me?

I screamed into my pillow so loud my cat judged me from across the room.

Mia: OH MY GOD NOOOOO

Mia: THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO HUMANKIND

Mia: PLEASE DELETE IT AND PRETEND I DON’T EXIST

Mia: I’M BEGGING YOU MR. BLACKWELL I’M JUST A CHAOS GREMLIN

His reply came way too quickly.

Lucas: Already read all 47 pages.

Lucas: Page 23 made me choke on my coffee.

I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

Ten minutes later, there was a firm knock on my door.

I opened it wearing an oversized hoodie and one mismatched sock, looking like a raccoon that had been caught committing tax fraud. Lucas stood there in a plain black t-shirt that hugged his broad chest, holding a small black gift bag.

“Hi,” I squeaked.

He stepped inside and closed the door.

“You wrote forty-seven pages of very creative sexual fantasies,” he said in that deep, dry voice of his. “About wanting an older man to take control. You even made a spreadsheet, Mia.”

I covered my burning face with both hands.

“I have a problem. I overshare when I’m horny. I’m a disaster. You’re allowed to laugh at me and then move to another country.”

Instead, Lucas sat on my couch like he owned the place and patted the spot beside him.

“I’m not here to laugh at you,” he said. “I’m offering to help. You clearly need guidance before you accidentally send your kinky wishlist to your boss.”

My brain short-circuited. “You’re volunteering to be my… Dom tutor?”

“Something like that.” He reached into the gift bag and pulled out a sleek black bullet vibrator. “I brought this. Figured we should start with something simple.”

I stared at the toy. Then at him. Then back at the toy.

“You just casually carry sex toys around like snacks?”

“I grabbed it after reading your list,” he said, completely deadpan. “Seemed useful.”

He pulled me gently onto the couch so my back was against his chest. My heart was trying to escape my ribcage. Lucas slowly slid the vibrator into my panties and pressed it right against my clit.

The moment he turned it on, I jolted like I’d been electrocuted.

“Oh my god— Lucas!”

“Shh,” he murmured, amusement clear in his voice. He held the toy firmly against me with one big hand while his other arm wrapped around my waist. “You’re very loud for someone who doesn’t want the whole building knowing her grumpy neighbor is teasing her with a vibrator.”

The vibrations were perfect and relentless. I squirmed and whimpered, my hips twitching uncontrollably.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” I babbled between gasps.

“I sent my porn research to the man who once stared at my pizza delivery guy like he committed a felony.”

Lucas chuckled — a low, rare sound that made me clench. He increased the speed.

“You’re soaking through your panties already,” he commented casually. “Page 12 said you liked being teased until you begged. How are we doing?”

“I hate you,” I whined, laughing and moaning at the same time. “This is evil. You’re evil. I’m going to file a noise complaint against my own vagina.”

He kept the toy pressed perfectly against my clit, not letting me escape the pleasure. My legs started shaking. I gripped his forearm hard, burying my face in his chest as the orgasm built fast and strong.

When it finally hit me, I came hard — shaking, giggling, and making the most undignified noises into his shirt.

Lucas turned the toy off and held me as I caught my breath, looking ridiculously pleased with himself.

“You’re even louder in real life than your writing suggested,” he said, almost fondly.

I looked up at him, flushed and dazed. “So… same time tomorrow, Professor Grump?”

He smirked, an actual smirk — and stood up.

“Tomorrow. And Mia?”

“Yeah?”

“Bring the full list. We’re just getting started.”

He left me sprawled on the couch, panties ruined, grinning like an idiot, already excited (and terrified) for whatever he had planned next.

"The Chaos Gremlin Strikes Back"

I had spent the entire day overthinking everything. What if Lucas thought I was too loud? Too weird? Too much of a walking disaster? What if he changed his mind and decided the 24-year-old chaos gremlin next door wasn’t worth the trouble?

A knock.

I opened it wearing an oversized t-shirt and anxiety. Lucas stood there looking unfairly hot in a dark gray button-up, holding another small black bag.

“Hi, Professor Grump,” I said, trying to sound confident but failing miserably.

His lips twitched. “Chaos Gremlin.”

He stepped inside, closed the door, and immediately took control. He sat on my couch and patted his lap. I climbed on without thinking, straddling him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Before we start,” he said, voice deep and calm, “any hard limits for tonight?”

I blinked. “You’re actually doing the responsible Dom thing? That’s so hot it’s annoying.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Mia.”

“Okay, okay. No pain yet. I’m still a beginner baby. And nothing that involves me losing the ability to make sarcastic comments.”

“Noted.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a new toy — a pink suction vibrator that looked like it meant business. “This one’s for teasing. You’re going to sit still and take it like a good girl.”

I laughed nervously. “Famous last words. I’ve never sat still in my life.”

He pulled my t-shirt up and off, leaving me in just my panties. His eyes darkened as he took in my breasts. “Beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself.

Then he pressed the suction toy directly over my clit, through my panties, and turned it on.

“Oh fuuuuck....” I gasped, my whole body jerking.

Lucas wrapped one strong arm around my waist, holding me firmly in place on his lap while the toy did its evil magic. The suction was intense and rhythmic, pulling at my clit in the most mind-melting way.

“Too much?” he asked, voice amused as I squirmed.

“Yes. No. I don’t know,” I babbled, gripping his shoulders. “This is witchcraft. I’m being attacked by a pink demon.”

He chuckled — that deep, rare sound that made my stomach flip. “You’re even funnier when you’re horny. It’s distracting.”

The toy kept working me, sucking and vibrating at the same time. I tried to grind against it, but Lucas held me still with his big hands on my hips.

“No moving,” he ordered. “You take what I give you tonight.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered, then immediately ruined it by adding, “This is some high-quality torture. Ten out of ten. Would recommend to all my chaotic friends.”

Lucas shook his head, but I could see he was fighting a smile. He increased the intensity.

My thighs started trembling. I buried my face in his neck, breathing in his clean, masculine scent while the toy drove me closer and closer to the edge.

“You’re soaking through your panties again,” he commented casually. “Making a mess all over my lap. Naughty girl.”

“I hate how hot you are when you talk like that,” I moaned. “It’s unfair. You look like a grumpy lumberjack but sound like sex personified.”

He turned the intensity up again. I cried out, my whole body shaking as the orgasm built fast and strong.

“Lucas.... I’m gonna...”

“Come,” he said firmly.

I came hard, moaning and laughing at the same time because this whole situation was still completely ridiculous. My body jerked against him as waves of pleasure crashed through me. Lucas kept the toy pressed against me, drawing it out until I was a whimpering, oversensitive mess.

When he finally turned it off, I collapsed against his chest, breathing hard.

“You okay, chaos gremlin?” he asked, stroking my back gently with one big hand.

“I think I saw a goddess,” I mumbled into his shirt.

“She was disappointed in my life choices but respected the vibe.”

Lucas laughed — a real, warm laugh that made my heart do stupid things. He kissed the top of my head.

“You’re ridiculous,” he said fondly. “And strangely addictive.”

I pulled back to look at him.

“So… tomorrow? Lesson three? Are we finally checking off something from the list?”

His eyes darkened with promise.

“Tomorrow,” he said. “And this time, I’m bringing rope.”

I grinned like an idiot. “I can’t wait to embarrass myself further.”

Lucas shook his head, but he was smiling as he stood up. “Try not to send any more research documents to the wrong person tonight."

“No promises,” I called after him as he left.