My Hot Forbidden Neighbor

ve thi

Jacob

to be open about it. I really behaved like an idiot at the dinner table. She must be thinking, I am some aw

er into my phone. My smile widens when I see the contact na

bly isn’t as clean as a slate like mine. I hope I can l

d my ungrateful attitude in general, I am read

sn’t have my number yet’ or ‘ We need to fi

plenty of time. I also ignore that we ca

t time with

iately. It was a family

was real

said it many time

here save t

Of course, she doesn’t answer me. She isn’t desperate like me. Although I sent the text barely tw

notice how I spilled some soup while serving and that comment I made? Oh My God! Her father hates me already. Did she notice how I wa

ke my friends did when they

use I am a creep. Because I really feel guilty about tricking mom into getting this

er, but final

has never happened before. I

ess. I could tear it apart with a single ha

k as big as

you think

it.” She says wetting her lips

you touch

d and says, “I wou

an see her lean legs and her bare bottom. My heart thumps with excitement. Then she slowly and steadily takes me in. She rides me sensually and I bask in the heavenly pl

u

huc

strange sense of contentment. It feels li

Ki

Jacob

and sleeping till noon won’t happen anyway, so I sigh and get out of bed. She needs to freshen up. I change for a walk and look in the general direction where I threw my phone last

y phone later! Let’s

r. As if she will listen to

. And you gotta wake up early... A

r ten drawbacks to the list. She is right, though.

of the house. It’s 5:55. I gotta be bac

I remember my way there. Hopefully, I can go and get back on time. I should h

apartments and less-than-perfect roads near our old house. I only have

cenery in front of me is breathtaking and I want to sit here to soak all the beauty in. I immerse myself in the incredible feeling of wind

cting to see h

een-eyed neighbor in my sight. The very neighbor I had dinner with last nig

d starts jumping to hug her, or probably climb o

ying to stay on her feet. It’s difficult with Coco launching herself on her a

rras

she behaves

ng about all the things she licked on her way to the lake. While Natalie strokes Coco’s beautiful blond fur, I

t

hrows me a thousand images of her riding me

to you?” She ch

don’t

ou a runner?” I ask

es. Morning is a good time

by her reaction after I mentioned hockey. I am cherishing her flawless smile while her palms st

a few more kisses (with Coco

chool, turns out I still care. A certain girl doesn’