Page 34 of Don't Fall For Your Grumpy Neighbor

“Whatever you want, Felicity,” he says, slamming into me.

“Yes,” I shout out.

“Fuck.”

He doesn’t move at first and just as I’m about to protest, he starts moving. Slowly. Agonizingly slow. His hands slide down my body and grab onto my hips and I moan, loving how his hands feel against me.

“Faster, Shepherd,” I groan.

He doesn’t just pick up his speed, he drives into me hard and fast. Relentlessly fucking me exactly how I need it. It’s everything I’ve been craving and my body is rejoicing.

“Yes, fuck,” I shout.

“You feel so fucking good. So tight and wet. It feels so good how you’re squeezing my dick,” he hisses.

“God, your filthy mouth is hot.”

He continues ramming into me and I never want it to end. His fingers dig into my hips and I push back against him, causing us both to moan.

“That’s right, move your sexy body. Take my dick deep inside you just how you need it.”

Fuck, I’m not going to last. It’s been so long and I’ve been so wound up that I can’t make it last. He’s doing everything just right and it’s going to make me explode.

“I’m close already,” I cry out.

“Good girl, don’t fight it. I want to feel you come on my cock. Give me your orgasm, Felicity,” he groans.

My body is shaking and his words just push me over the edge. “Yes, oh God,” I scream as my orgasm crashes around me.

“Fuck yes,” he whispers behind me, his voice throaty and threadbare.

He continues fucking me, chasing his own release which just makes mine carry on.

“Oh fuck, Felicity,” he moans when he finds his own orgasm.

We both collapse on the couch and he pulls me against him as we both breathe heavily. He tightens his hold against me as I rest my cheek on his chest. He kisses the top of my head and my eyes close. I haven’t felt this relaxed in months. My body is like jelly and it feels wonderful.

“Did that help?” he asks.

I giggle and nod against his solid chest. “More than you can imagine.”

“Come to Sunday dinner with me tomorrow at my parent's house.”

I lift my head and search his soft eyes. “What? That sounds like a relationship thing.”

It’s sweet, but couples do Sunday family dinners. We aren’t a couple, even if it looks differently right now. He’s made his intentions clear.

“I want you to be there when I tell my parents. You should be there. I want you there,” he rushes out.

Maybe it’s the euphoric bliss I’m feeling, but his plea tugs at my heart, and I find myself saying something I never thought I would.

“Okay, Shepherd. I’ll have dinner with your family.”

Chapter 18

Shepherd

“Shep, what has gotten into you honey?” my mother asks me as she sets the table.

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