Chapter 30 Next Door Neighbor 5 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
LAYLA'S POV
Another shower led to him holding me high against the wall, his hand hoisting me up as he pounded into me, his heavy balls slapping against my dripping cunt.
Finally, we cleaned up and I had to go back home after cuddling up on his couch for hours.
Unfortunately, Thomas was home earlier so I had to sneak back into the house and pretend that everything was fine.
Now, the moon was high above the skyline, casting a golden glow over the yard.
Thomas was snoring heavily beside me and I shifted, disgusted. He had basically come home, a lipstick smudge on his collar but when I asked, he immediately brushed me off and said that I was challenging him.
Challenging him?
With a groan, I stood up from the bed, walking down the stairs and stepping out into the night air.
A cold breeze brushed against my face as I leaned against the banister, wrapping my robe tighter around myself.
My mind flickered back to this morning. The way he rammed into me. The way pleasure washed over me each time I reached my peak. The way he fucked me through it and whispered dirty words in my earsㅡ
Suddenly, a rustle from the side of the house had me jerking as I looked towards the direction of Lorenzo's house.
Suddenly, a figure stepped out of the shadows, huge and intimidating. I immediately froze, my heart pounding as I wondered if I should bolt into the house.
Thenㅡ “Wondering what you're doing out here at 2 in the morning.” Lorenzo stepped closer, climbing up the short flight of stairs to meet me.
My hand flew over my chest. “Gosh! Don't do that!” I yelped, grabbing my clothes right even though my heart wanted to fall out of my chest.
What was he doing out here?
His gaze slid over me, intense and unrelenting and my nipples hardened under my night gown.
“I've been out here for a while. Something told me you would come out too.”
My heart skipped. “Couldn't sleep.”
He stepped closer, his eyes dark. “Think you would sleep better with my cum between your legs?”
When i say, time seemed to stop, I meant it really did. We just stared at each other for a long second. Thenㅡ
“Fuck it,” I muttered, crossing the space between us and pulled him down for a kiss.
The kiss was hungry and damning, tongue sliding into my mouth and tangling with mine.
His hands slid under my nightgown, groping my small breasts in his hands as he kneaded them firmly. The pain rolled into pleasure and I moaned into his mouth.
“Quiet…” he pulled away for a second, nodding to the door. “Your husband is right inside.”
He smirked mischievously against my lips before capturing them again in a silent kiss. His hands moved from my chest down to my ass, squeezing and pulling me flush against him so I could feel his hardening length through his pants. “Have you ever wondered what sex against the banister feels like?" he whispered softly, "Slowly.”
My reply was breathless. “No.”
He lifted me up with ease, guiding my legs around his waist as he turned us both towards the railing. His large hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wider as he began to grind against me through our clothes. "Like this," he murmured against my ear, demonstrating the motion slowly.
His hips moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm against mine, mimicking the act of sex without actually penetrating me. His lips found my neck, kissing and sucking gently as he continued to grind against me. The banister creaked softly under our combined weight, adding a sensual drop to our movements.
"Put your hands on the railing," he instructed softly, nipping at my earlobe. Once I complied, he began to unbutton his pants, freeing his hard cock. He then lifted my nightgown up, exposing my bare pussy to the cool night air before wrapping my legs around his waist again.
He positioned his thick cock at my entrance but instead of thrusting in, he just pressed the head against me, teasing me mercilessly. "Shhh..." He whispered when I whimpered, "Slowly..." He started moving his hips again, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit.
“Enzo…” I clawed at him.
His movements were torturously slow, the head of his cock sliding up and down my slick folds without entering me. With each deliberate pass, he hit my clit perfectly, sending shivers through my body. One hand reached up to cover my mouth while the other gripped my thigh tightly.
"So fucking wet," he murmured approvingly against my neck as he continued his maddening pace. "And your husband is sleeping right inside." The forbidden nature of what we were doing only heightened my arousal. I bit my lip hard to keep from making any noise..
Right outside too. I knew it was dark but the mere thrill of being caught added to my arousal.
He noticed my struggle to stay quiet and smirked, knowing he was driving me crazy. He sped up the pace slightly, his thick head pushing against my entrance before sliding back up to rub my clit again.
"He has no idea his wife is getting fucked...slowly...against the banister by his neighbor," He finished softly, pressing the head of his cock firmly against my entrance again. He pushed slightly, just the tip slipping inside before pulling out again.
He repeated this motion several times, intentionally teasing me with just a hint of the fullness he could provide.
My legs tightened around his waist, trying to pull him inside but he resisted, keeping only the tip of his cock buried within my wet heat. "If I slid all the way in right now," he whispered, "You'd moan so loud he'd definitely hear us.”
"He'd probably lose his mind," I panted quietly, my hips moving desperately against him, trying to get more of his cock inside me. "Finding me getting fucked right outside our house." The idea was so taboo and exciting that I felt myself getting even wetter.
"Fuck, you're so wet," He hissed softly, pushing the tip of his cock deeper this time. "He'd see your big tits bouncing, your face contorted with pleasure while I slowly pound you against the banister." He withdrew slowly again, making me whimper silently.
“Why don't you?” I gasped, pushing harder against him.