Chapter 48 FUCKING MY OLDER NEIGHBOUR PART 2
'You taste so good,' he said against my skin, voice vibrating through me. 'Tight and dripping. He doesn't deserve this pussy.' His words fueled the cheating thrill, making me clench around his fingers.
He worked me relentlessly, tongue and fingers in rhythm, building me toward the edge. My body shook, breaths coming in pants. 'I'm close... don't stop.'
But he pulled back just as I teetered, standing with a wicked grin. 'Not yet. I want to make this last.' He reached into a drawer, pulling out a thick dildo—realistic, veined, bigger than anything I'd felt in years. My eyes widened, pulse racing at the sight.
'What's that for?' I asked, though I knew, my voice husky with anticipation.
'For you,' he said simply, pressing it against my lips. 'Suck it first. Get it ready like you'd suck my cock.'
I obeyed, taking the head into my mouth, tongue swirling around it. He watched, stroking my hair, his other hand teasing my nipple. 'Good girl. Imagine it's me, filling that pretty mouth.' The fantasy hit hard—the age gap, his control, the toy as a stand-in to keep my 'cheating' from being complete.
Once it was slick, he guided me back on the desk, positioning the dildo at my entrance. 'You want this? Want me to fuck you with it?'
'Yes, please,' I begged, wrapping my legs around him.
He pushed in slow at first, the stretch burning sweet as it filled me inch by inch. I cried out, nails digging into his arms. 'So big... fuck.'
'That's it, take it all.' He thrust deeper, twisting it to hit every nerve. Then he picked up speed, pounding it into me hard, the base grinding against my clit with each slam. Wet sounds echoed, my pussy gripping the toy like a vice.
Emotions swirled—guilt for my husband mixing with pure bliss, Mark's eyes on mine, connecting us in this secret moment. 'You feel that? That's what you deserve,' he grunted, his free hand pinching my clit.
I was lost, hips meeting his thrusts, moans turning to screams. 'Harder, Mark! Fuck me harder!' The dildo hammered my g-spot, pleasure coiling tight.
He controlled it perfectly, slowing when I got too close, then slamming back in. Sweat slicked our skin, his shirt half-unbuttoned now, showing that fit chest heaving. 'Come for me, Annie. Let go.'
The command tipped me over. Orgasm crashed through me, pussy spasming around the dildo, juices squirting as I wailed his name. Waves of ecstasy rolled, my body arching off the desk.
But he didn't stop, easing it in and out through the aftershocks, drawing out every tremor. 'Good girl. But we're not done yet.' His voice promised more, the night stretching ahead with unspoken possibilities.
My body still buzzed from the orgasm, every nerve humming as Mark slowly pulled the dildo from my pussy. It came out with a wet pop, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing. I lay there on the desk, chest heaving, my long brown hair sticking to my sweat-damp skin. His eyes roamed over me, that commanding gaze making me feel exposed and cherished all at once. The age gap between us—him at fifty, me at thirty-two—added this layer of forbidden thrill, like he knew exactly how to unravel a woman like me, neglected and hungry.
'You're incredible, Annie,' he said, his voice low and rough, laced with something deeper than just lust. It hit me emotionally, this connection forming in the heat of it all. He wasn't just playing; he saw my desperation, the way my husband's absence had hollowed me out.
I reached for him, my fingers brushing the bulge in his pants. He was hard, straining against the fabric, and the feel of it made my mouth water. 'Mark, I want you. All of you.' But he caught my wrist gently, shaking his head.
'Not like that. Not yet.' He stepped back, grabbing a bottle of lube from the drawer. The cool gel hit my skin as he poured it right onto my ass, the liquid trickling down my crack. His fingers followed, spreading it slow, teasing the tight ring of muscle. I gasped, the sensation slick and invasive, my body tensing then relaxing under his touch.
'Relax for me,' he murmured, one finger circling my asshole, pressing just enough to make me squirm. The lube made everything slippery, his digit dipping in shallow, then deeper, stretching me open bit by bit. It burned a little, but the pleasure built quick, mixing with the emotional rush of surrendering to him. This was seduction at its peak—me bold enough to start it, him confident enough to guide it.
'Oh god, that feels... different,' I whispered, my voice trembling. My curvy hips lifted instinctively, pushing back against his hand. He added a second finger, scissoring them inside me, the fullness making my pussy throb again. Juices leaked out, dripping down to mix with the lube.
He watched my face, his silver hair falling forward as he leaned in. 'You like it? Your ass is so tight, Annie. Gripping me like it never wants to let go.' His free hand stroked my thigh, grounding me, making the intimacy feel real, not just raw fucking.
I nodded, biting my lip. 'Yes, keep going. I need more.' The cheating fantasy swirled in my mind—my husband oblivious, me here getting pleasured in ways he never could. Mark's experience shone through, his touches deliberate, drawing out my desires.
Satisfied with the prep, he picked up the dildo again, still slick from my pussy. He coated it generously with lube, the shiny length looking even bigger now.
'Breathe,' he instructed, positioning the tip at my asshole. He eased it in slow, the head popping past the ring, stretching me wide. I cried out, the pressure intense, a mix of pain and ecstasy that had me gripping the desk edges.
'Fuck, it's so big,' I panted, my body adjusting inch by inch as he pushed deeper. He went careful, twisting it gently to ease the way, his eyes locked on mine for any sign of discomfort. But there was none—just building heat, my ass clenching around the toy.
'You're taking it so well,' he praised, his voice thick with arousal. Once it was fully seated, he started to thrust, slow pulls and pushes that made me moan. The fullness was overwhelming, hitting nerves I didn't know I had.
Then his other hand moved to my pussy, fingers sliding through my dripping folds. He plunged two inside me, curling them against my g-spot while the dildo pounded my ass. The dual sensation shattered me—ass stretched and filled, pussy fingered deep and fast. Wet squelches filled the room, my body rocking between his hands.
'Mark... oh shit, yes!' I screamed, the pleasure coiling tight in my core. Emotions flooded me—the guilt of betraying my vows twisted with the joy of being wanted, truly seen by this older man who knew how to worship my body.
He ramped up the pace, the dildo slamming into my ass harder, his fingers matching the rhythm in my pussy. 'Feel that? Both holes stuffed, just for you.' His thumb circled my clit, adding sparks that made my vision blur.
I was lost in it, hips bucking wildly. 'Please, Mark, fuck me with your cock. I need to feel you inside me. Real, hot, yours.' The words tumbled out, desperate, the age gap making it hotter—he was the experienced one, denying me to heighten the tease.
He shook his head, though his breath came ragged. 'No, Annie. I won't make you cheat like that. This is enough—me giving you what you crave without crossing that line.' His words stung a bit, but the control in them only fueled my fire, the boundary making the fantasy sharper.
'But I want it so bad,' I begged, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity. My pussy clenched around his fingers, ass gripping the dildo as he fucked both holes relentlessly.
'You'll cum like this. For me.' He drove the dildo deeper, twisting it to hit that spot inside, his fingers pistoning faster. The pressure built unbearable, my body a live wire.
I shattered again, screaming his name as orgasm ripped through me. My ass spasmed around the toy, pussy squirting over his hand, waves of pleasure crashing endless. He kept going through it, milking every drop, his presence anchoring me in the bliss.
As I came down, panting and spent, he slowed but didn't stop entirely, the dildo still buried deep. 'See? You don't need more than this.'