Daddy Made Me Bad

Bent over the Counter

My Ripped Neighbor (2)

In the days that followed my intense night of self-pleasure, I deliberately avoided Alex.

Every time I heard his door open or close, I waited behind my own until the hallway fell silent again.

The memory of him with that other woman still burned inside me, mixing sharp jealousy with an unrelenting desire that left me restless and confused.

I told myself that keeping distance would protect my heart after everything I had endured with Mark.

Yet ignoring him only made the thoughts of my neighbor grow stronger, invading my quiet moments and leaving me flushed with need.

Alex noticed the change almost immediately.

At first he sent friendly texts asking if everything was all right and whether I needed help with anything.

I replied with short, polite messages claiming I was busy with work and unpacking my new life.

When we passed each other in the hall a few times, I offered only quick nods and hurried steps, avoiding his eyes even though my body reacted with warmth each time his broad frame came near.

His expression shifted from concerned to quietly determined, as though he sensed the tension I tried so hard to hide.

On the fourth afternoon, I returned from grocery shopping with arms full of bags just as he stepped out to check his mailbox.

Our eyes met before I could slip away.

He closed the distance in a few strides, his hand gently but firmly taking my elbow.

Without a word he guided me inside his apartment, shutting the door behind us and setting my bags on the floor.

The familiar scent of his space wrapped around me, stirring memories of his protective kiss, the accidental sight of his naked body, and the raw scene I had witnessed in his bedroom.

"Jane, talk to me," he said, his deep voice was low and steady as he stood close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from his muscular chest.

"You have been avoiding me since that morning.

Did I do something wrong after helping you with your ex?"

I shook my head, cheeks burning, but the words caught in my throat.

He studied my face for a long moment, then reached up to brush a strand of hair behind my ear with surprising tenderness.

"Because I have not stopped thinking about you.

That kiss was supposed to be for show, yet it felt real to me.

The way you looked at me afterward, the way you fit against me...

I have been attracted to you for months, even before all this.

I just did not want to push you while you were dealing with that asshole."

His confession hung in the air between us, honest and unguarded.

My pulse quickened as I met his gaze, seeing the same hunger reflected there that had kept me awake at night.

Before I could respond, Alex closed the remaining distance and captured my mouth in a kiss that carried far more intent than the one he had used to fool Mark.

This time his lips moved with deliberate passion, his strong hands sliding down my sides to pull me flush against him.

I melted into the embrace, all my carefully built walls crumbling under the intensity of his touch.

He guided me backward through the apartment until my hips met the edge of his kitchen counter.

In one smooth motion he turned me around, bending me forward over the cool surface so my bréasts pressed against the marble and my ass lifted toward him.

A soft gasp escaped me as his hands roamed down my back and over my curves, squeezing possessively.

"You have no idea how badly I have wanted this," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear.

"Seeing you in my clothes that first night, knowing you were safe under my roof.

It drove me crazy."

Skilled fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my skirt and panties, drawing them down my legs until they pooled at my ankles.

Cool air brushed over my exposed skin, but it did little to ease the heat building between my thighs.

I was already soaked, my pússy aching with anticipation.

Alex dropped to his knees behind me, his large palms spreading my legs wider for better access.

The first touch of his tongue against my slick folds sent a jolt of pleasure through my entire body.

He licked slowly at first, savoring the taste of my arousal, then grew more insistent as my soft moans filled the kitchen.

His mouth worked me with expert precision, alternating between long, firm strokes along my slit and focused attention on my swollen clít.

He sucked the sensitive bud between his lips, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue until my knees trembled.

One of his hands reached around to tease my entrance, sliding two thick fingers inside me while he continued devouring my pússy.

The combination of his warm, wet mouth and the steady thrust of his fingers made my hips rock back against him instinctively, chasing the overwhelming sensations.

Alex ate me out with unrestrained hunger, his groans vibrating against my most intimate flesh as he buried his face deeper.

He licked and sucked every inch of my soaked pússy, his stubble grazing my inner thighs in a way that heightened every nerve ending.

My legs began to shake uncontrollably as the pleasure coiled tighter in my core, building toward release with relentless intensity.

He sensed my approaching climax and doubled his efforts, curling his fingers to stroke that sensitive spot inside me while his tongue lashed relentlessly over my clít.

I cried out, gripping the edge of the counter as my orgasm crashed over me in powerful waves.

My thighs quivered violently, barely supporting my weight while pleasure pulsed through every part of me.

Alex did not stop, continuing to lap at my dripping folds and draw out every last tremor until I was gasping and spent, my body limping against the counter.

Only then did he rise, pressing his hard, muscular body against my back.

I could feel the impressive bulge of his c**k straining through his pants as he kissed the nape of my neck.

"That was just the beginning, Jane," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

"I want all of you.

Tell me you want this too."

Breathless and still trembling from the force of my climax, I nodded, whispering that I wanted him just as badly.

The jealousy that had kept me distant dissolved completely, replaced by a deep, aching need for the man who had protected me and now claimed me so thoroughly over his kitchen counter.

My ripped neighbor had broken through every barrier I had tried to maintain, and I knew there would be no turning back from the passion we had just ignited.