The Older Neighbor
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Ultima pubblicazione ven, dic 6, 2024
𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.
In which a 19-year-old girl falls for her older neighbor.
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"Violet..." He growls, his breath hot against my face, full of need as well as caution. "Stop this, or I won't be able to control myself."
"I don't want you to..." I whisper, my hands running up his chest slowly, feeling his muscles twitch as I gaze at his lips, his heart pounding mirroring mine.
"Are you sure you want this?" He leans in closer, brushing his lips against my neck, his hot breath and stubble tickling my skin, making me close my eyes as shivers run down my spine, an exhalation escaping my lips.
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