THE NEIGHBOR'S SON by Rakhibul hasan (classic romance novels .TXT) 📖

my ear, his hot breath on my neck, his pulsating cock pushing against my spine.

 

With the back of my head resting on his shoulder and my fingers tugging at his luscious hair, I found his lips and we shared another devastating kiss. While our tongues wrestled each other, we staggered towards the foot of the bed and crashed on top of the mattress. I ended up lying flat on my stomach and Cade carefully settled on top of me. His hand brushed damp strands of hair away so his lips could nibble on my earlobe and the nape of my neck. Between giggles and moans, I smiled wide, reveling in the feel of his soft, cool lips rolling down my spine and leaving a trail of butterfly kisses in their path. “You‟re so fucking beautiful, Sidney. Your skin is so soft. I think I may be developing an addiction to it,” he said between kisses.

 

The smile on my face disappeared when Cade curled two fingers under the waistband of my pajama shorts and began to slide them down my hips. Fear and insecurity began to invade my thoughts. Would I be able to satisfy a man like Cade who, in spite of his young age, seemed to know what he was doing in the bedroom? He was making me feel things I had never felt with Peter. Ever. Was I going to be able to do the same for him?

 

Soon, both my pajama shorts and my panties were off me. Cade crawled up until his whole body was lying flat on top of mine once again. I held my breath and my whole body stiffened. “Relax, Sidney. I‟m going to take good care of you tonight,” he cooed against my cheek before kissing it and crawling back down. The tender kisses he was laying down the length of my spine helped my muscles ease up, but not for long. When his lips reached my ass, the kisses stopped and his teeth sank into one of my globes. He bit hard, hard enough to draw a loud gasp out of me and make my body tense up again.

 

“Did you like that, Sidney? Do you like it when I bite your ass?” he asked, tracing the length of my ass crack with the pad of his index finger. His teeth continued to brand me with delicious love marks all over my backside.

 

After the initial shock wore off, I was surprised to find out that I did, in fact, love his little love bites. “Uh huh,” I replied, a little embarrassed. Cade chuckled. “I‟m glad you do because I love your ass and plan to bite the crap out of it. I‟ve been obsessed with this booty ever since I first laid eyes on it.”

 

He continued to run his finger up and down my crack. “Have you ever been fucked here, Sidney?” he asked, sinking the tip of his index finger inside my asshole.

 

“No,” I whispered with a grunt. My body tightened eve n more and heat began creeping up my face. I felt like the most inexperienced, inadequate thirty-two-year-old in the world. I had never had anything go up that entrance before. Not by choice, though. Peter was the only man I had ever been with and he was not a very adventurous man in the sack, at least not with me. Over the fourteen years that he and I were together, the missionary was the only sex position he ever tried with me.

 

Cade chuckled. “I didn‟t think so." He continued to sink his finger deeper ins ide my tiny hole. "We‟ll be changing that tonight, doll. An ass like this was made to be fucked. But first things first…”

 

Cade crawled up me once more and leaned in to speak against my ear. “Right now, I want you to get on your knees, spread your legs apart, and hold on to the headboard. Can you do that for me, gorgeous?”

 

 

I nodded and did as commanded. Cade knelt behind me. His hands roamed all over my body, cupping my breasts, tracing the length of my spine and caressing my inner thighs before settling on my ass. I stared at the wall, shaking with anticipation.

 

“Jesus, Sidney. Look at you. You‟re fucking perfect, every inch of you,” he said before taking his hands off my body.

 

I felt the mattress move behind me. I shut my eyes, clueless as to what he was go ing to do to me next. I felt a tickling sensation along my inner thigh, followed by a burst of hot air against my delicate flesh. And before my brain could figure out what he was up to, his lips were on me. Oh my God, is he really doing that? Peter never k issed me there no matter how many hints I threw at him. But any thought I had about Peter quickly vanished when Cade pressed his mouth against my folds, breathing hot air into them and making my whole body shiver from the mind blowing sensation. Soon his tongue was relentlessly spearing into me. “Oh my God, Cade! What are you doing to me?” I screamed while rolling my hips against his face. He had to grip my thighs to keep me from crushing his head. I squeezed my eyes shut and got lost in the shockwaves of pleasure rocking my body. I buried a hand in my hair and continued to ride his lips.

 

I didn‟t think my night could possibly get any better until Cade‟s lips found my clit. He closed them around my swollen nub, flicking it, sucking it, swirling it, pushing a gainst it. I never curse. It‟s just not my thing. But the things Cade was doing to my pussy were so astounding, the expletives just kept flying out of my mouth along with words of encouragement and appreciation.

 

My orgasm kept growing faster, stronger. Years of pent up sexual frustration were about to come to a dramatic end and I wasn‟t sure if I was going to survive it. Then it happened. Every muscle in my body clenched, a single drop of sweat rolled down my spine and I came undone, fast and hard, all over Cade‟s pretty little mouth. I screamed his name and it all went dark for me for a second. Cade kept swirling his tongue up and around my folds, taking in and savoring every drop of my juices while I rested my head on the edge of the headboard and let the shockwaves of pleasure wash over me.

 

Even though I was clearly spent, Cade wouldn‟t relent. He kept teasing my still engorged numb with his tongue while two of his fingers sank inside me. The explosions inside me began again, faster and more devastating than before. I white-knuckled the headboard with the little strength I had left and just came and came. I was in a daze, exhausted. “Please stop, Cade. I can‟t take it anymore.”

 

Cade took pity on me and slipped from under me. I kept my head down, panting, gasping, trying to regain my strength. I felt Cade get off the bed and stand to the side of it. I turned my head and found him gazing at me from under hooded eyes, flames of desire burning behind his baby blues. The evidence of my pleasure was still glistening on and around his mouth. I never wanted him more than I did at that moment. My eyes drifted down to his hands and I noticed his belt was gone. He had already unzipped his jeans and was about to push them down his hips.

 

“Stop,” I blurted before crawling towards him and kneeling on the edge of the bed. “Let me do it.” Cade‟s face broke into a slow, wicked grin as his eyes bore into mine. His hands dropped to his sides and he stepped closer until he was within my reach.

 

My gaze drifted down to the cut muscles on his chest. He was the epitome of male perfection. The collection of perfectly tanned, hairless muscles would have made any Greek god green with envy. I reached out and let my finger trace every single cord and ridge on his taut pecs and perfect abs. I studied the intricate tattoo that wrapped around his left arm and shoulder.

 

 

It was simply stunning. I had never seen anything like it. I wanted to ask him about it, but the time for words had passed. All I cared about was the gifts hiding inside his jeans.

 

My fingers continued to travel south to trace the “V” that disappeared beneath the white cotton of his briefs. I wet my lips and shot Cade a quick, nervous look before tugging at his jeans until they were pooling around his ankles. He stepped out of the m after sending his shoes flying across the room. My breath caught at the sight of what looked like an African Python nesting behind the white fabric of his boxer briefs. That thing felt pretty big when it was pressed against me before but what I had in front of me was just ridiculous. I gulped down a breath. Suddenly, I wasn‟t sure I could handle all of him inside me.

 

I shot Cade another look. He tried to stifle a chuckle when he saw my eyes bugging out. He had this cocky expression on his face. He knew he was huge and was proud of it. I was afraid to keep going but figured I had gone too far to back down. So I took a deep breath, curled two fingers inside the waistband of his boxer briefs, and began pushing his Calvin Klein‟s down his narrow hips.

 

A delicious shiver rocked my body when his cock popped free in front of my eyes. It was as gorgeous as it was huge. It bobbed in front of my face in all its pink, thick glory and was already leaking precum. “I want to taste you,” I breathed, running my tongue over my lower lip and without taking my eyes off of the magnificent shaft. The words shocked me as they fell out of my mouth. I had never been so forward and shameless. But it felt good saying those words out loud.

 

“Go ahead. Taste all you want," he said stepping out of his briefs. "You don‟t have to ask my permission, doll. I‟m yours to do with as you please.”

 

For a second, I hesitated. Fear and self-doubt reared their ugly head. Cade noticed. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked.

 

“I…I have never tasted a man before,” I replied, embarrassment and self-consciousness making it difficult for me to hold his gaze. “I‟m afraid I won‟t do it right.”

 

Cade curled a finger under my chin and lifted my face up. “Listen to me, gorgeous. That‟s nothing to be ashamed of. There‟s nothing I want more in this world than to have those juicy little lips of yours wrapped around my cock. Don‟t worry about me not liking it. I know I‟ll love it. But I won‟t pressure you into doing anything you‟re not ready or comfortable doing. I‟d never force you to do anything you don‟t want to do.”

 

“No. I want to do it,” I replied. There‟s no way I was backing down. I closed the pads of my fingers around the dripping tip, reveling in its texture, its slickness, its smell. Slowly, my whole palm made its way to his shaft. I began to slowly stroke its length, eliciting a loud, guttural groan from Cade. “Oh yeah. That‟s good, babe. That‟s really good,” he blurted, rolling his hips and throwing his head back. I kept stroking him, mesmerized by the look on his face and the sight of his ab muscles clenching and relaxing with every labored breath he took. The fact that I was bringing him that much pleasure with just my hand gave a huge boost to my confidence. It was time for me to get a little taste.

 

With my palm gripping the base of his shaft, I swirled the tip