Grace has always struggled with adulthood and the responsibilities that come with it, So when a handsome man moves in next door to her, the young 19 year old develops an unusual desire for her middle aged neighbor who's hell bent on discipline, bala...
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A tall starving man stood just a couple feet away from me with arms crossed and muscles bulging out though his dress shirt. I would be lying if I said the sight didn't leave me incredibly wet; in fact I think I was dripping onto his desk.
And I couldn't find it in me to be embarrassed right now.
The lights in the room were dimmed but you could see every detail on both of our bodies, including the mess I was making.
" So damn pretty... look at you already so wet for me and i've barely even touched you. Is there something more on your mind Gracie?" He was taunting me and I knew it, but still, I shook my head at a useless attempt to defend myself, even though he and I both knew I was lying.
" You know I don't like liars, Tell me."
" tell you what?" I whisper in embarrassment, struggling to keep my legs open any longer.
" Ah keep them open i'm enjoying the view."
I blushed.
I wasn't insecure about my vagina, in fact I loved it, but that didn't mean I felt 100% comfortable with it being on display for his entertainment. I wasn't against it, just something i'd take getting used to. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the attention though, the way he was looking at me made me clench for nothing.
" Enzo please I..." I couldn't find proper words to plead with him.
" So shy. If I remember correctly you were the little minx trying to get me to fuck you ever since we met. You were good I have to admit... Purposely leaving your window open when you'd get undressed when you knew I was in my room."
Step.
" And when you called me daddy the other night, you knew exactly what you were doing. When you want something you get and you're damn good at it. Just like you want me to bend you over my desk and fuck you right now huh?" My mouth open and closed like a babbling fish at his revelations about me, not having realized he had everything down to the detail.
He's always known.
And nothing ever happened until very recently. The thought bothered me a little but in a snobby stuck up way because he is right- if I want something I get it. Just not today apparently.
Step.
My legs were slowly getting weaker and closing itself since I was deep in thought and wasn't paying attention, until he stepped in between them and gripped my thighs in a vice grip, pulling them even further apart. All of a sudden I was grateful for my flexibility.
Getting impatient, I stared whinnying and trying to rub myself on him in complaint at his teasing.
Why was he taking this so slow? He's the one that initiated it. He's the one that stressed and needs a release, not me.
