Page 79 of Crave Thy Neighbor

“I was? Huh. You must have misheard me because—”

She shrieks when I slide an arm around her and swing her over my lap until she’s straddling me.

My already hard cock rubs against her clit, eliciting a moan from her still swollen lips.

“Don’t think I misheard that.”

I thrust against her again and swallow her next moan with my mouth. Her tongue slips in against mine and her hands curl into my hair, tugging me closer as she rubs her pussy against me, needing the friction as much as I do.

“Nolan…” My name falls from her lips on a plea and I palm her ass, dragging her over my leaking cock.

“I need a condom,” I tell her.

She pulls back. “I’m on the pill and I never miss one.”

“Are you sure? I’ve never not used one and got tested at my doctor’s appointment.”

She nibbles at her bottom lip as she continues to rub against me like she can’t help it. She brushes her nose against mine, pressing our foreheads together.

“I’m sure, Nolan,” she whispers. “I trust you. Make me feel good.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice.

I dig my fingers into her hips, and using my shoulders for leverage, she rises up enough for me to slip inside her.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, tossing my head back as I slide in until I can’t anymore.

She lets out a low moan, her pussy gripping me tight. She feels as good as she did last night.

No.

Better.

I knew being with Maya would be good, but I didn’t realize how good. I could live inside of her and never get tired of it.

I capture a nipple with my lips, sucking it while she rides me lazily, the exact opposite of how I fucked her last night.

Her pants grow louder, and I know she’s getting close.

I reach between us, finding her clit and pressing my thumb against it, rubbing circles.

It’s enough to send her over the edge and she tosses her head back, constricting around me, her pussy milking me, begging me to follow behind her. I thrust into her a few more times and my orgasm races through me so fast I barely pull out in time before I spill my load onto her stomach.

“Holy shit,” she mutters, dropping her head against my shoulder, satisfied and worn out. “So good.”

Too fucking good.

“I’m so happy this place serves breakfast all day.” Maya takes a long drag from her steaming mug, scanning the restaurant. “Some days I swear I could live off breakfast food alone.”

We spent all morning in bed, not leaving until both our stomachs were louder than our moans. We’ve yet to figure out a grocery schedule, so when we finally ventured out to the kitchen, the fridge was bare.

The Gravy Train sounded like the next best thing to spreading Maya out on the counter and having my own feast.

I scrub a hand over the scruff lining my jaw. I could use a shave, but hearing Maya’s reaction to the feel of it between her legs this morning…well, maybe I’ll keep it for now.

“I can get on board with that. I’d eat pancakes just about every day of the week if I thought I could get away with it.”

She wrinkles her nose. “Nah. But I wouldn’t kick a plate of eggs, bacon, and potatoes out of the daily rotation.”

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