Chapter 27 Next Door Neighbor 2 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
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LAYLA'S POV
I expected him to push me away. Tell me that this was wrong.
But his lips moved lazily against mine, tongue sweeping into my mouth as his hands reached around me to pull me closer to himself.
A smile tugged at my lips. Satisfactory. Cruel.
I knew he had some interest in me. I saw it in the way his gaze lingered when we met at the driveway, the way he looked away when I stared too long, the way he was always at his window as I gave him a show.
Let him know that I knew he saw me and I didn't care.
He had that type of intense gaze where it felt like his gaze was heating over me, taking off every piece of clothing I had in his head.
His tongue tangled against mine, sweeping into my mouth as he pulled me tighter against him. “Fuck…” he groaned against my mouth. “Are you sure?”
My gaze was wild with hunger as I looked at him. “Does it look like I'm not? I'm done with Thomas. Absolutely. I can't handle it anymore, he's a terrible person.”
The look of uncertainty on his face wiped off and was replaced with one of relief. “Finally. I never thought I'd see the day where you would finally realize you were worth so much better.” His head dropped to my neck, nibbling at the skin.
My head tipped back and my voice was raspy. “I've known for a long time. I just didn't have the courage to walk up to you.” My breath hitched. “But I knew since the first day I came to the window.”
His tongue darting across my skin froze and his grip on me tightened. “So, it was on purpose?”
“What do you think?”
He didn't answer verbally, his hands just reached around my waist, pulling me so I was straddling him. “Fuck…”
I settled on his legs, feeling his length harden through his sweatpants.
He gripped my hips tight, sliding me over his length slowly. I shuddered in his hold, feeling my core clench around nothing.
What was he doing?
Suddenly, he paused, dropping his head to my neck as he groaned. “Lift your hips for me, love.”
Without wasting time, I lifted myself up, my gaze dropping in time to see him pull down his pants, his cock springing free between us.
“Sit down…” he groaned, his hands on my hips, pulling me down to him.
For a second, I hesitated, wondering what he needed me to do. Was he asking me to ride him or ride his lap?
He didn't wait for me to think about it before he pulled me down, shifting my underwear in time so I sat down on his bare cock.
A moan rippled out of my throat and my fingers clawed into him as I felt his hot flesh nestled between my pussy lips.
Juices pooled between us, soaking the material beneath us.
I couldn't bring myself to move for a second. I could feel him. Not inside me. But I could feel every inch of him, even the veins that ran along his shaft.
Fuck.
I buried my face into his neck as his hands moved me forward, sliding me along his length.
A whimper escaped me as his length brushed my clit, sending waves of pleasure rolling through me. “Oh fuck…” I moaned into his shoulder, fingers digging into his skin.
He groaned, sliding me faster across his length while the evident sounds of skin meeting filled the room.
My knees grazed against the couch, sending jolts through me. “Fuck, you feel so good… I can't imagine how you would feel wrapped around me.”
I groaned, biting down hard when his length slid across my clit, lubricating him with my juices.
“Enzo…” I moaned out just as my orgasm crashed over meㅡ fast.
He continued to slide me across, his breathing harsh as I rode off the remnants of my orgasm. “Fuck…”
My legs quaked beside him and I groaned, lips finding him in an attempt to muffle my moans.
His lips moved against mine as he halted his movements, breathing harsh in the space between us. “I need you… I want to buried inside you…” He muttered against my skin, hands reaching to pull me up as I felt the head of his dick part my folds.
Despite my initial orgasm, I found myself shuddering as I began to seat myself on his dick.
Oh fuck.
He was bigger than he looked and my walls tried to stretch to accommodate him. “Enzo…” I groaned, pain lacing through me as I felt him slicing into me.
The look on his face twisted into one of concentration as he continued to lower me slowly, his gaze fixed on me to make sure I was okay. “If it gets too much at any point, you tell me to stop, okay?”
My head bobbed eagerly but I knew deep down that I wouldn't be telling him to stop no matter what.
Not when it felt like I was custom made for him.
Finally, I was seated on him, breathing heavily as I tried to get used to the feel of him buried deep inside me.
He was breathing heavily, his gaze darting to the place where we were connected before he looked up at me, his eyes hooded.
“You know what I went to see now, Layla?” His voice was hoarse. “I want to see you ride me like you mean it.”