I had always been a good girl, quiet and obedient. But something inside me yearned for more, a dark hunger that I couldn't quite name. That is, until Nikko moved in next door.
He was tall, muscular, with tattoos snaking up his arms. His eyes held a fierce intensity that made my knees weak. I knew, from the moment I first saw him, that he would change everything.
It started with small things. He'd catch me staring and smirk, or leave his window open so I could hear his heavy breathing as he pleasured himself. I'd touch myself, imagining it was his hands on my body, his c**k inside me.
Then one night, he appeared in my bedroom. I was startled at first, but as he loomed over me, I felt a thrill of excitement. He told me he knew what I wanted, what I needed. He said he could give it
