Nightmares Of Ecstacy | 18+

Welcome To The Neighborhood II

PART II

Those lips, shiny and plump with gloss, and that tight black dress hugging every inch of her, paired with those killer heels...Roman's new neighbor was a walking temptation.

Every glance at her stirred something dark and hungry inside him. She had that look, like she wanted attention but wasn't sure what she'd do if she got it.

Her name was Camden.

She'd introduced herself with a friendly wave, some store bought cookies, the whole new-neighbor act.

A little too eager, a little too friendly, but he'd seen her type before. Desperate? Lonely? Probably both.

But damn, she was easy on the eyes. And now, after tonight, she was on his mind in a whole different way.

Just thinking about the sight of her in her room, slipping out of her pajamas, every inch of that sun-kissed skin on full display...it was more than he'd expected. And when she had looked back at him through the mirror, giving him that bold, daring stare, like she was testing him, his control almost snapped.

His cock had twitched to life, and his mind started racing with ideas he'd usually push aside.

But Roman wasn't one to back down from a challenge, especially not one as tempting as her. He'd slipped back into his room with a dark grin on his lips. Sitting at his desk, he glanced at the glowing display of screens.

And now he had a plan.

If Camden wanted to tease, he'd make sure she knew who she was dealing with. It was only polite, right? A proper welcome for the new neighbor.

After all, there was no harm in getting to know her a little better, was there now?

He shoved his chair back from the desk, trying to calm down the ache building in his sweatpants. There was no way he was this worked up over a woman he'd only watched through a damn window.

He'd had his fair share of women, had seen all kinds. But there was something different about her...something that got under his skin, revving his pulse in a way he hadn't felt in ages.

His hand drifted over his crotch, feeling the hard line of his cock pressing against his sweatpants, throbbing as if it had a mind of its own.

He gritted his teeth, frustrated.

Camden looked like an angel on the outside, but there was a darkness in her eyes, something wild, something unhinged. Those eyes of hers were like Lilith's, tempting him to take a bite, to cross a line.

And it was more than her looks that got to him.

Her nails, chipped and uneven, looked like she'd bitten them down or ripped them apart in fits of frustration. For someone who dressed up like a seductress on the prowl, she wasn't polished, wasn't careful with the little details.

And that intrigued him, made him wonder what other rough edges she was hiding.

But Roman knew himself well enough to know that when something or someone got under his skin, it never ended well.

And Camden was getting there fast, this new temptation right next door, all soft curves and hidden secrets.

An intriguing woman was a dangerous thing.

He hissed through clenched teeth, pulling out his hardened cock, pulsing and angry red, a slick bead already leaking at the tip.

Gripping himself tight, he tried to get it over with fast. But his mind kept drifting back to the same damn woman.

Hell.

He clenched his eyes shut, trying to think of anyone else, anyone from his past flings, but it was useless. The second his mind relaxed, there she was. Camden, kneeling down in front of him, nestled between his legs, her sun-kissed skin on full display, her soft, tanned curves exposed, and her lips parted just enough to take him in.

He could almost feel the warmth of her mouth, the way her cheeks would hollow as she struggled to take his length, her soft gasps filling the space between them.

Most women liked a little struggle, liked the feeling of choking on him...it stroked his ego, sure.

But with her, his thoughts took a darker edge. His eyes snapped open, only to find himself throbbing even harder, so hard it was bordering on painful.

Closing his eyes again, he imagined her glossy, tear streaked eyes looking up at him as she choked on his cock, her lips stretching around him, her soft whimpers turning into moans. His hands moved faster, squeezing hard, his breath hissing through his teeth as he pumped himself with ruthless speed.

He could almost feel the wet heat, the way her lips would tremble, and he'd lick those salty tears off her flushed cheeks, grip her hair tight, and make sure she took every inch.

Would she be feisty? Or would she melt under his control, eager to please?

He liked a good chase, liked when they had a bit of fight in them, but the thought of her looking up at him, her lips streaked with his release, sent him over the edge.

His cock pulsed violently in his hand, and he let out a guttural grunt, his whole body shaking as he spilled load after load, ropes of hot release coating his hand.

It was endless, almost torturous, like she'd completely unraveled him without even trying.

Gasping for breath, he leaned back, still feeling the heat, the intensity. God, he wasn't sure what he'd gotten himself into with her, but something told him, that woman was trouble.