Fucking my Neighbor: The Porch Light

Fucking my Neighbor: The Porch Light

Fucking my neighbor had been on my mind for years. The night was thick with summer heat leaving me restless and making the air feel electric. I stepped out onto my porch, barefoot. Marcus sat in his usual spot while the faint flicker of his dying porch light danced across his face, illuminating sharp cheekbones and the rough cut of his jaw on his ebony skin. I should have gone back inside, instead, I found myself walking toward him. Warm grass is soft beneath my feet. Dark eyes caught mine as I climbed the steps to his porch, their dark intensity rooting me in place. Fucking my neighbor might not have been such a far off dream after all.

I sat down on the step beside him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. The night hummed with cicadas, and the fireflies blinked lazily in the bushes, ultimately all I could feel was him. His scent was intoxicating, a mix of sweat, and something earthy that made my pulse quicken. I let my head tilt back, staring up at the stars, but I could feel his gaze lingering on me. Surely I wasn’t the only one who thought about fucking my neighbor. It wasn’t the first time I’d felt it, and tonight, I didn’t bother pretending not to notice.

I knew I was going to be fucking my neighbor that night.

I shifted slightly, my bare thigh brushing against his jeans, and the contact sent a jolt through me. His breath hitched, his jaw was tight, and his grip on the glass had gone white-knuckled. A rush of boldness swept through me, and I let my knee press more firmly against his. Undoubtedly the thought of fucking my neighbor consumed me.  Though the movement was small, it broke whatever tether of restraint had been holding him back. Then Marcus turned toward me, his glass forgotten as he leaned closer, his eyes dark and hungry.

Till I couldn’t pull away from fucking my neighbor.

His hand came up to brush a strand of hair from my face, the roughness of his fingertips sending shivers down my spine. When his palm cupped my cheek, I leaned into it, my lips parting as my breath grew shallow. The pounding of my heart and the heat coiling low in my stomach. He wasn’t gentle in the way his lips crashed against mine with a desperation that stole my breath and ignited something deep inside me. I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him closer,   I was definitely fucking my neighbor tonight.  I slid onto his lap, my legs straddling him as his hands gripped my thighs, rough and possessive.

The porch creaked beneath us…

The night wrapped around us like a blanket, but all I could focus on was the way his mouth moved against mine, the heat of his skin under my hands. His teeth grazed my lower lip, sending a shock of pleasure through me, until I gasped, the sound swallowed by his kiss. He moaned my name with his velvety voice. Didn’t care about the flickering light or the neighbors or the fact that tomorrow would come. At that moment, all that existed was Marcus and the way I wanted his massive black cock and being his good submissive slut. Fucking my neighbor was the only thing I cared about.

And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t want to stop the fire.

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