Emily stood in her messy kitchen, stirring pasta sauce while the TV droned in the background. The apartment smelled like garlic and tomato. She wore an old tank top and loose shorts, hair in a sloppy bun. Her boyfriend had been ignoring her texts all day again, probably out with his buddies. It pissed her off.
She glanced out the window and saw Michael from next door hauling groceries into his place. He was in his late 30s, tall, with strong arms from working construction. They’d chatted a few times at the mailboxes—nothing serious, just small talk about the noisy neighbors or broken elevator. But today she felt reckless.
Emily wiped her hands on a dish towel and stepped into the hallway before she could change her mind. She knocked on his door.
Michael opened it, looking surprised. “Hey, Emily. Everything okay?”
She shifted on her feet, biting her lip. “Can I come in for a second? I need to talk to someone.”
He let her inside. His place was simple—tools on the table, sports on the TV, a half-drunk beer. She stood there in the living room, heart racing.
“My boyfriend’s being a total asshole again,” she said, voice low. “He never fucks me anymore. I just… I want to make him jealous. Really jealous.”
Michael raised an eyebrow. “What are you saying?”
Emily stepped closer, looking up at him. “Fuck me. Right now. I want you to fuck me so good he can smell it on me when he gets home.”
She could see the surprise turn into hunger in his eyes. He hesitated for half a second, then grabbed her waist and pulled her against him. “You sure about this?”
“Yes,” she whispered urgently. “Please. I need your cock.”
Michael didn’t waste time. He kissed her hard, hands sliding under her tank top to squeeze her tits. No bra. Her nipples were already hard. Emily moaned into his mouth and reached down to rub the front of his jeans. He was getting thick fast.
They stumbled toward the kitchen counter. He spun her around and yanked her shorts and panties down in one rough motion. They pooled at her ankles. Emily kicked them off and bent forward, ass out.
“Fuck, look at that,” Michael muttered, running his hand over her bare pussy. She was already wet. He slapped her ass lightly. “You really are desperate, huh?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Put it in. Please.”
He unzipped quickly. His cock sprang out—thick, veiny, already leaking a bit at the tip. He rubbed the head up and down her slit, teasing her clit. Emily pushed back, trying to get him inside.
“Stop teasing,” she begged. “Just fuck me.”
Michael gripped her hips and thrust in hard. Emily cried out as he stretched her. It felt so much thicker than her boyfriend’s. He didn’t go slow— he started pounding right away, skin slapping against skin.
The sound of wet fucking filled the small kitchen. Her tank top rode up her back. Michael reached around and rubbed her clit while he fucked her deep.
“Oh shit, yes,” Emily moaned. “Harder. Make it hurt a little.”
He obliged, slamming into her. The counter shook. A spoon fell to the floor. She could hear the TV from her own apartment through the thin walls and wondered if anyone else could hear them.
Michael pulled her hair, arching her back. “Your pussy is gripping me so tight. Your boyfriend doesn’t deserve this.”
“He’s probably texting other girls right now,” she panted. “So fuck me like you own it.”
He sped up, balls slapping her clit with every thrust. Sweat was already dripping down her back. Her legs trembled. Michael reached forward and squeezed her bouncing tits, pinching the nipples.
After a few minutes he pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. Sauce was still simmering behind her. He pushed her legs wide and slid back inside in one smooth stroke.
Emily wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him sloppily as he fucked her. Their bodies made wet noises. She could smell his sweat mixed with the dinner cooking.
“Right there,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
Michael grunted, thrusting deep. He was getting close. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside,” she whispered. “Fill me up. I want to feel your cum drip out when I go back home.”
That pushed him over. He buried himself deep and came hard, groaning as he pumped load after load into her. Emily came right after, pussy clenching around his cock, thighs shaking.
They stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavy. His cum started leaking out around his softening cock.
Michael pulled out slowly. A thick drop of white cum ran down her thigh. Emily slid off the counter on shaky legs and quickly pulled her shorts back on, not bothering with panties.
“Thanks,” she said with a wicked little smile, still flushed. “That should do it.”
She checked her phone. A text from her boyfriend saying he’d be home in twenty minutes.
Michael smirked, zipping up. “Anytime you need to make him jealous again, just knock.”
Emily slipped back into her apartment. The pasta sauce was almost done. She stirred it casually, feeling Michael’s warm cum still leaking into her shorts. When her boyfriend walked in later, she’d make sure he got a good whiff and wondered why she looked so satisfied.
The risk made her smile. The neighbor’s cock had done exactly what she needed.

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