Daddy Made Me Bad

My Ripped Neighbor (1)

Chapter One: Please Hide Me

My heart hammered against my ribs as I bolted from my apartment, the thin towel barely clinging to my damp skin after my shower.

I had just received a threatening text from Mark, my abusive ex-boyfriend, declaring that he was on his way to confront me, and the terror of what he might do propelled me forward without a second thought for clothes or dignity.

Bare feet slapped against the cool hallway floor while the fabric slipped lower over my bréasts, but I focused solely on reaching the door of the neighbor who lived right beside me.

He was the tall, powerfully built man I had only ever admired from a distance, with broad shoulders that filled out his shirts and a commanding presence that always made me feel strangely safe in passing.

I pounded on his door desperately, glancing back over my shoulder as footsteps echoed from the stairwell.

Mark had already entered the building.

The neighbor opened his door almost immediately, his eyes widening at the sight of me standing there in nothing but a towel, my hair still wet and my expression frantic.

Without hesitation I pushed inside, whispering urgently that my ex was coming and I needed him to hide me.

He pulled me further into his apartment just as Mark appeared in the hallway, his face twisted with rage.

My neighbor reacted with remarkable quickness, drawing me close and pressing his lips to mine in a firm, convincing kiss that made my knees weaken despite the circumstances.

It was not a gentle peck but a deep, possessive meeting of mouths designed to sell the illusion that we were lovers interrupted in an intimate moment.

Mark halted at the threshold, stunned by the scene before him.

My neighbor broke the kiss only long enough to glare at the intruder with unmistakable authority, his muscular frame tensing as he stepped forward and told Mark in a low, unwavering voice to leave immediately or face consequences.

The display of protective strength worked, because my ex muttered curses under his breath and retreated down the hall, though I knew he would not give up easily.

Once the door closed, a heavy silence filled the space between us.

I stood there trembling, still clutching the towel, my lips tingling from the unexpected kiss while warmth spread through my body in ways I had not anticipated.

He introduced himself as Alex, guiding me to sit on his couch and offering me a glass of water while he fetched a clean shirt and sweatpants from his bedroom.

I changed in his bathroom, the oversized clothes enveloping me in the faint scent of his cologne, which only heightened my growing awareness of him.

We talked for hours that afternoon as I explained the details of my toxic relationship with Mark and how I had finally escaped it.

Alex listened attentively, his deep voice offering reassurance and practical advice about changing locks and documenting threats.

His calm confidence soothed my frayed nerves, and I found myself noticing the way his muscles shifted beneath his t-shirt whenever he moved, the strong lines of his forearms, and the genuine kindness in his eyes.

As evening approached, he insisted I stay the night rather than risk returning to my apartment alone.

I agreed gratefully, and he prepared a simple dinner of pasta and salad, during which we shared lighter conversation about work and hobbies.

He worked in construction management, which explained the impressive physique he maintained through physical labor and regular training.

After the meal, I helped clean up, and the domestic normalcy of it all began to stir deeper affections within me.

Later, when he went to take a shower, I wandered toward the kitchen for another drink and accidentally glanced through the slightly ajar bathroom door.

Steam filled the air, but not enough to obscure the sight of him stepping out of the shower completely naked.

Water glistened on his chiseled chest and abs, trailing down to where his c**k hung heavy and thick between his powerful thighs.

Even in its relaxed state it looked substantial, and I quickly averted my eyes, my face burning with embarrassment and an unexpected rush of desire.

I hurried back to the living room, heart racing, unable to erase the image from my mind.

That night I slept in his guest room, but rest came fitfully as thoughts of Alex consumed me.

The protective way he had kissed me, the strength he showed in turning away Mark, and the accidental glimpse of his body all blended together into a growing attraction that felt both thrilling and terrifying after my recent experiences.

In the morning he made coffee and breakfast, his easy smile making me feel cared for in a manner I had not known for a long time.

I thanked him profusely and promised to return his clothes later, then slipped back to my apartment to handle some practical matters and give myself time to process everything.

By late afternoon I had decided on a proper way to express my gratitude.

I baked a batch of fresh cookies and dressed in a simple yet flattering outfit before heading next door again.

My pulse quickened with nervous excitement at the prospect of seeing him, perhaps even exploring the spark I had felt during that kiss.

I knocked softly, but when no answer came immediately, I tried the handle and found the door unlocked.

Pushing it open cautiously, I stepped inside, calling his name quietly.

Sounds drifted from the bedroom—rhythmic creaking of the bed, a woman's breathless moans, and the deep, guttural groans of a man exerting himself fully.

I froze in the hallway, unable to stop myself from peering around the corner.

Alex was there, completely naked and magnificent, his powerful body moving with forceful intensity as he thrust into a woman bent over his bed.

Her moans grew louder with each powerful stroke, her fingers gripping the sheets while he held her hips firmly, driving into her with a raw, unfiltered passion that made the muscles in his back and thighs flex visibly.

His c**k, now fully erect and glistening, plunged deep and hard, stretching her with every motion.

The sight was visceral and erotic, the wet sounds of their joining filling the room alongside her cries of pleasure.

Jealousy surged through me like a hot wave, sharp and unexpected, because I wanted to be the one receiving that attention, feeling that strength and desire directed at me.

Yet at the same time, an intense arousal built between my legs, my n*****s tightening against my bra as I imagined myself in her place.

I retreated silently before they could notice me, cookies forgotten on the counter, and returned to my apartment with my mind reeling.

The images replayed relentlessly—his rippling muscles, the thick length of him sliding in and out, the way he dominated the encounter with controlled power.

That evening, alone in my bed, I could no longer resist.

I slipped out of my clothes and lay back, one hand trailing down my stomach while the other cupped my bréast.

My fingers found the slick heat between my thighs, circling my swollen clít as I recalled every detail of what I had witnessed.

In my mind, Alex was fúcking me instead, his body pressing me into the mattress, his c**k filling me completely with those same hard, rhythmic thrusts.

I slid two fingers inside myself, matching the pace I had seen, my breath coming in gasps as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.

The jealousy mixed with the fantasy, heightening everything until I arched off the bed, my orgasm crashing over me in powerful waves.

I came hard, thighs trembling and a moan escaping my lips as the release pulsed through every nerve.

Even afterward, lying spent and breathing heavily, I knew this was only the beginning of my fixation on my ripped neighbor.

The man who had protected me now occupied my thoughts entirely, and I wondered how long I could keep these growing desires hidden.