I’ve always had a thing for the older man next door, but lately my attraction has spiraled completely out of control. I’m constantly wet for him—every waking moment I imagine him pinning me down, tearing my clothes off, and claiming me completely. I catch him staring when he thinks I’m not looking, and I know he’s picturing exactly the same thing. The tension finally snapped when I climbed onto his lap and kissed him hard, crossing a line we couldn’t uncross. After that, it was inevitable. I slipped into a tight red dress and surrendered to the hunger between us. He broke too—mouth on my breasts, hands gripping my waist, arms locking me against him. I need him inside me, but I need more than just tonight. I want this to mean something permanent, so I’m not using protection. Don’t pull out… I need you to finish deep inside me. Every single drop. Fill me up completely…