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Harry had other plans, however. He suddenly backed off and stood up, taking off his clothes swiftly. She watched him, eager and ready to cum, yet incredibly, unbelievably horny for far, far more.
His rock-hard dick came into view. Daphne licked her lips absentmindedly, fantasizing about it entering her.
Finally, as all clothes but Daphne's top and bra ended up on the floor, Harry got himself onto the bed. The hot, sexy woman watched him intently, not daring make a movement he wouldn't approve of.
He grabbed her leg and turned Daphne onto her side, holding her ankle at his shoulder while her other leg ended up underneath him. He positioned himself at the steaming-hot entrance to her utterly soaked, dripping pussy. Her lower lips were almost visibly throbbing, enticing the attractive man into really focusing on them.
She gasped as he positioned the utterly, almost painfully engorged tip of his cock against her pussy.
"I'm about to cheat on my girlfriend with you, Daphne ... I'm about to fuck you when ... fuck, when my girlfriend is, like, on another side of that wall!"
Daphne was at her limit, groaning and trying to twist her hips to impale herself on his dick. He held her tight, however, holding her and himself still. She wanted him to cheat on Ginny so bad ... Daphne wanted him all to herself. This handsome hunk of a man, ignoring his unworthy girlfriend, focusing fully on this hot, sexy woman ... who he had just met like an hour ago ... and would be now living next to.
He slapped his dick against her pussy, eager to connect to his new, female neighbor like no loving boyfriend ever should.
"Fuck me, Harry, please!" she begged, on the verge of going crazy, her abdomen taut and tense, her lust throbbing throughout her like volcanic eruptions underneath an ocean.
He couldn't stop himself any further, either. He pressed the tip of his dick ... and slid it in ever so slowly. Her pussy was so tight and so hot ... yet so wet that he slipped right in. She groaned from pleasure, focusing on it fully, letting her head fall backwards on the bed.
"Fuck, fuck, oh fuck. You're making me cheat ... you little fucking slut, you're making me ..." he whispered, his eyes closed tensely, his dick flexed to the max.
He kept pushing inside her, bit by bit. All this teasing, all that sex appeal hitting on him like a sledgehammer...
"Fuck, I haven't been this horny in forever!" he confessed, halfway inside her.
"Mmm!" Daphne agreed, her vaginal muscles contracting, trying to draw the cheating, hunky boyfriend inside her illicit, seductive pussy. "Fuck me, baby, pleeease!"
"I'm going to fuck you," he told her, his voice deep and determined.
She sighed in utter bliss as he entered her fully, her pussy throbbing in satisfaction, the emptiness in her shifting and expanding into a pleasurable, relaxing, all-encompassing feeling that urged her to let go and open, and feel whatever her body wanted her to feel. But it didn't last long ... soon the emptiness was returning, as if it was the movement itself inside her that held it at bay, urging her to shake her hips against him.
She was so horny, and so close, and he still wasn't fucking her ... showing her who was in control, who was in charge of deciding whether she would be itched with endless, empty frustration or utter, complete bliss.
"I'm going to make you my little slut," he promised, his voice tense with lust. He was at his limit, pulling out to the tip. "My little precious neighborly slut-girlfriend!"
He slammed inside her fully to drive his point forward, groaning with pleasure. And Daphne came.
She moaned, and her body tensed up, preparing to release a delicious, beautiful wave of pleasure, dispersing all the cold, dark, itchy void. She was cumming, shaking, but Harry did not give her a moment. He proceeded to fuck her roughly, the bed shaking and squeaking.
"Ah! Aaah!" she moaned, her orgasm shaking and reinforcing by each and every powerful, determined thrust of Harry's cock.
"Oh fuck! Fuck, Daphne!" he growled, holding her tight, fucking his dick into her.
"Yes, yes! Oh my god I love it ... Harry! I love it!" she moaned in response, the vigorous fucking overstimulating her orgasm, which rolled through her body like thunder, tensing and relaxing parts of her innermost self seemingly at random.
Pleasure flooded her brain till she felt dizzy, her sense of balance spinning like on a wicked rollercoaster, rushing through the air at ridiculous speeds. And she couldn't see anything, stars blinding her vision.
And Harry kept fucking her, pistoning in and out with strong, powerful thrusts. Their breathing was chaotic, their hearts beating like crazy, trying to keep up with the furious pace. Daphne moaned whenever she could, her body shaking and her hands squeezing the sheets at random.
His throbbing, pulsating cock made Harry realize something. Something that forced him to open his eyes, look down at the ridiculously sexy woman underneath him, and fuck her just that bit harder.
"I should be wearing a condom, fuck," he said it, his teeth clenched. He was approaching his own orgasm, and the realization of unprotected sex only sped that up.
"Oh my god! Oh fuck!" Daphne remarked, barely coherent, too lost in her own swirling, overwhelming whirlpool of emotions. Her initial, well-edged orgasm might've ended, but she was on a highway to another, approaching fast and determined.
The bed shook hard, banging against the wall loudly. The room was filled with smell of sex sweat and sounds of wet, flash-slapping noises as well as groans and moans of the lust-driven lovers.
"Fuck! You like ... you like my bareback cock in you, Daphne?" he half-growled his question.
"Yes! Mmh, I love it!" she purred, bending her back as Harry fucked her, his hips hitting hers with enough force to cause delectable tremors all over her skin.
He felt his testicles boil with lust. He was almost there, but he wouldn't stop until she came again. He wanted to show her what kind of fucking he could give her ... in case she ever wanted one again.
"Are you ... fuck, are you happy, you little naughty bitch? Are you happy you stole a man from another girl?"
"Yes! Oh my god! You're so great! You ... mmm!" she confessed, her pussy shaking with pleasure. His words were pushing her to the very peak again.
He flexed his dick inside her, making it even harder, feeling like it could burst. But he wanted to fuck this gorgeous, irresistible woman the best he could.
"I bet ... god fucking damn it, I bet you want me to be your boyfriend now, huh? You want to be my little neighbor-slut on the side?" he asked her, dragging his fingers across her tight, defined abs.
"Yes! Yes! I do! I want it! Yesss!" she screamed with honesty. She was on the edge, she was so close!
Harry knew she was. He could feel her pleasure like his own, his cock sliding in and out of her delicious, dripping cunt.
"You're so gorgeous, Daphne," he admitted, complimenting her sweetly. "I want you to cum, baby. You're so much better than my girlfriend ... you should cum harder too!"
"Oh my goooo-AAAHHH!" her moan turned into a loud, high-pitched scream, her body tensing up into another, mind melting-orgasm. She felt her pussy contract hard and squirt with her juices.
Her bliss exploded like a balloon, growing outwards and outwards infinitely. She felt freedom rushing all around her, like a tornado strong enough to carry her with it. And in this tense, pleasurable space, she felt like she could truly open up and let go, taking her every emotion deep inside and experiencing it with perception and awareness of a microscope-like detail.
Harry continued pounding into her dutifully, but he was at his limit. Her pussy squelched lewdly, her abundant pussy juices wetting the bed underneath them. He didn't want to cum without her seeing it ... without knowing that she made him cum like his girlfriend of two years never did.
'Daphne ... Daphne, baby, I'm gonna cum," he confessed to her, his pleasure threatening to overwhelm him.
She shook herself out of her intense, mind-numbing reverie, looking at him with hazy eyes. She felt dizzy and lost, as if returning from some hidden place deep within her.
"Harry ... I'm ready for you ..." she said, lifting herself up. She would let him do anything he wanted. "You can cum ... inside ... it's okay ..."
"Fuck!" he cursed. He was tempted to, but he knew how bad of an idea it was. Then he looked at her gorgeous, blissfully smiling face, then downwards at her sexy, tight tank top with that enticing valley of cleavage.
In a split of a second, his mind was made. He pulled out and moved quickly, straddling Daphne's chest.
"Suck my dick, Daphne," he commanded her.
It was redundant for him to say it. She had read his intentions the second he pulled out, taking his lovely, throbbing dick into her mouth, tasting her own juices on him. She licked, kissed and sucked as well as she could in her hazy, dizzy state.
He moved his hand to the side of her head, tips of his fingers holding the base of her ponytail as he watched it bob back and forth. She was giving him the best blowjob she could, and he was loving it.
"Oh god ... oh my fucking ..." he sighed, feeling his lust finally boil over.
With one last, final flex he delayed it for a second, before exploding in a thick, white shower of cum down Daphne's throat. She instantly proceeded to suck dutifully, tasting his pleasure and swallowing it greedily. He groaned out his bliss, involuntarily closing his eyes for a moment.
Halfway through, he pulled out of her mouth suddenly, pointing his dick upwards. Each following jet of cum he shot flew high in the air, before landing on Daphne's face or right in her amazing cleavage between her big, perky tits.
It was a long time before his contractions and the almost violent throbbing of his dick ended. Daphne, her neck muscles burning from effort, licked any remaining cum on his dick lovingly. She wanted all of his load to herself.
After all, she deserved it.
"Mmm, yum," she joked, giggling after sucking the tip of his cock till it plopped out with a loud popping sound.
He chuckled, breathing hard, watching the gorgeous, smiling woman underneath him. Feeling the muscles burn in his legs, he leaned to the side and lied down on the bed next to her.
Daphne carefully snuggled next to him, trying not to spill Harry's cum off her face. She leaned the back of her head against his arm and, taking off her hair tie, released her hair. Her ponytail was barely holding together at this point, anyway.
They caught their breath, together. It took them a long, calming while.
"Wow," Harry said finally, picking himself up slowly and sitting up.
"So, I guess this means ..." Daphne began, speaking softly and playfully. She felt her mind high on endorphins.
He looked at her curiously. She was gorgeous, especially covered in his cum like that. He smirked, biting his lip, as he noticed she did not mind that at all.
"I'm, like, yours now, aren't I?" she asked, gently spreading his cum over her cleavage. It did not feel dirty to her ... especially not after how he made her feel.
She giggled as she saw his smirk change into an expression of obvious, lustful interest. She was overjoyed to feel so ... desired.
Harry watched intently as Daphne gave him a show of spreading his cum all over her cleavage, her face ... rubbing it into her skin like some sort of a gifted cream. She felt so naughty doing that, as well as strangely content.
"Do you like that, Harry?" she asked, purring seductively whilst smacking and licking her lips to taste any stray bit of his cum.
He responded by grabbing her small, soft hand and placing it on his half-erect dick. She giggled, and her eyes twinkled naughtily.
"If we had more time ..." he said, a hidden promise in his voice. He then looked at a wall clock nearby. "I should probably head back, though."
"Mmm, back to your girlfriend?" Daphne asked, rubbing the top of her boobs, knowing full well Harry was watching her movement very closely.
He was quiet for a moment, trying to decipher any hidden meaning in her voice.
"Well, yeah," he admitted finally.
"But I'm your girlfriend now too, aren't I?" she asked, grinning playfully.
He laughed, then leaned forward, putting his thumb against her full, kissable lips. She opened her mouth and bit down gently, before giving his thumb a few, loving sucks.
"Mhm, I think you are. My little slutty, neighborhood girlfriend,"
She sucked hard, watching his eyes intently. His words evoked gentle, licking flames in her exhausted, sore abdomen. Daphne wanted to burn all sorts of images into his memory ... so that he would never forget them, or her.
Harry pulled his finger out of her sweet mouth, moving to stand up and get dressed.
"Want me to come with?" she asked innocently as she watched him get dressed. He looked so so good and ripped ... especially now, covered in sweat.
He laughed again.
"You want to hang out with my girlfriend of two years ... after I've cheated on her with you? Aren't you a naughty girl," he said, putting his pants on.
"I want to look her in the eye," Daphne said, thinking hot, steamy thoughts. They were so dirty, so naughty and illicit ... yet so enticing, too. They were making her feel so ... so sexy, so irresistible. So superior. She felt confident in saying them out loud now that she had no longer any reason to worry about Harry not liking her - having sex was a rather surefire way of confirming attraction. "Knowing your cum is drying off me, right in her face."
He looked at her strangely. Daphne smirked, recognizing the dark glints of lust in his eyes.
Harry liked what he was hearing.
"Damn ... okay, but you've gotta wipe your face at least. It's too obvious."
Daphne smiled happily, getting off the bed and heading to the bathroom to grab a towel. Then she remembered she still hasn't unpacked, so she browsed her bags to find one.
Harry was already dressed, so he just stood there, adjusting his sweatpants as he watched Daphne prance around butt-naked, wearing only that tight top of hers. He made a mental note to see her boobs bare next time.
She finally found it and headed to the bathroom. Harry followed her, standing behind her as she stood in front of the mirror above the sink. She giggled as he palmed her tits from behind, copping a feel without interfering with her small clean-up.
She wiped off her face, then Harry had to slide his hands onto her hips, letting her wash her face next. But he quickly returned to groping her tits as she wiped her face dry again.
"Daphne, really, you've got amazing tits,"
"Mmm, haha," she giggled, smirking smugly at her reflection in the mirror. "You like them more than Ginny's?"
He groped them harder in response. She continued by fixing her hair up, back into a ponytail. Allowing him better access to her prodigious, feminine assets by lifting her arms up was totally coincidental.
"There, all done," she said.
Harry didn't budge.
"Hey, stud, we can go now," she joked, giggling as she saw his hands still rubbing her boobs. Despite her top and bra, his touch still felt...electrifying. Her cleavage appeared slightly dirty, and felt sticky, owing to the fact that Harry's cum has mostly dried up by now.
"Do we have to?" he asked, pushing his noticeable tent into her bare ass. "I think I want to fuck you again."
Daphne closed her eyes, leaning her head against his chest.
"Mmm, I'm up for anything you decide," she purred.
"Ehh ... I guess one time fling isn't reason enough to just break up a relationship of two years," he said, taking his hands off her and stepping back.
Daphne frowned a little bit. She wished to hear something else, but ... whatever. She shouldn't be greedy, she should be patient. She had already gotten plenty.
A few minutes later they were fully dressed and normal. Well, apart from Daphne's occasional giggling as Harry slapped her yoga pants-clad ass. They headed for the door, and then back to Harry's apartment.
"Uh, Gin? We're back," he announced, trying to sound as if nothing was amiss.
"Ah. Took you a while," Ginny replied.
She was sitting on the sofa, eating some snacks and watching TV. As Daphne and Harry stepped further into the room, Ginny waved them in greeting sloppily, her eyebrows raising as she saw their new, female neighbor enter.
"Why are you still here?" Ginny asked.
"Oh, uhh ... thought I'd, just, you know ... hang out for a bit?" Daphne asked weirdly, her voice a bit shaky and her cheeks blushed.
'She doesn't know, she doesn't know!' Daphne thought to herself excitedly, feeling naughty and illicit. 'Oh my god, I have her boyfriend's cum all over my tits and she's not seeing it!'
Ginny looked at her suspiciously for a split second, before shrugging it off. Harry, in the meantime, headed into the kitchen part of the room.
"Well, whatever. I guess I'm cool with it," Ginny answered.
Daphne, her legs wobbly, sat down next to Ginny. Trying, unsuccessfully, to not appear flustered. Harry's girlfriend, however, seemed far more interested in the TV - there was some stupid reality show on.
"Anybody wants something to drink?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, uhm ... how about green tea?" Daphne asked innocently.
The boyfriend of two years looked at Daphne till she noticed his stare, then naughtily smiled back.
"Well, if you like my green tea so much ... I guess I can make you some more," he said, jokingly, starting up the kettle.
Ginny hadn't answered his question, but he didn't inquire her further. There was a silent lull in the conversation as water boiled. After it was ready, Harry poured it into the cups and put them on the small table with Ginny's snacks in front of the sofa. He then sat down next to his girlfriend, putting his arm around and behind her. Daphne was sitting on the opposite side, and Harry felt it would've been far too suspicious if he had sat next to her like that.
"Oh, it's the same cup isn't it?" Daphne remarked, glancing at the table.
"Yeah, I used it again. We can make it your lucky cup whenever you come over," Harry said casually.
Ginny was in between their line of sight, forcing Daphne to lean forward a bit to glance at him with a smile. He wasn't smiling, but he did wink back at his new neighbor.
"Anyway, uhm, Ginny," Daphne began innocently.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for, uh, letting me borrow your boyfriend. You know, to help out."
Daphne saw Harry lean forward with a dangerous, 'be careful' look.
"Uh, yeah, sure. You didn't overwork him, did you?" Ginny joked.
"Noo, haha, I don't think so...I'm pretty sure he only did as much as he wanted to," Daphne said, feeling her cheeks flush with excitement. She exchanged a pointed look with Harry, who shook his head in disbelief at her brazenness.
"Well, it's not what I heard," Ginny stated matter-of-factly.
Both Daphne and Harry felt their hearts skip a beat.
"Uh, what?" he asked carefully.
"I mean, uh, the walls between these apartments are, like, shitty or something, because I could hear a lot of banging noises," Ginny explained, oblivious.
'Oh, shit," Daphne thought to herself. She clenched her legs together, feeling an intense mix of guilt, like a rusty, cold, heavy anchor suddenly pulling her heart and stomach downwards, into dark, scary depths. She couldn't bear to look at either of her neighbors.
"I guess the furniture was a pain in the ass to assemble, because I heard screams too. Did you hurt yourself?" Ginny asked Daphne idly.
"Uhmmm...uh, yeah, I, uh, slipped on some...screws and uh, you know," Daphne stammered nervously. Her guilt was slowly dissipating along with her nervousness, as she suddenly understood that Ginny...did not realize what she had, in fact, heard through the flawed, sound-carrying walls.
"Yeah, ugh!" Harry added, trying to sound obvious. "I mean, I don't know who made all these shitty designs. Overly complicated, and all."
"Well, whatever. Just remember to, like, not be too loud," Ginny continued. She really sounded like she had gotten the wrong impression. "We'll have to watch out, too. Like I said, I could hear a lot of noise"
"I'll, uhm, keep that in mind. Sorry," Daphne said, her cheeks on fire.
Her guilt had changed from cold, uncomfortable dread into a hot, intense excitement...the thrill of doing something really bad, really naughty, really illicit ... and getting away with it. She recalled the intense pleasure as Ginny's boyfriend fucked her oh-so-well ... how he made her vocalize her bliss, and all the delicious, physical sensations of his rock-hard dick sliding in and out of her tight, steaming hot pussy, dripping with her sexual juices. She barely could recall what she screamed ... but she knew it was loud and oh so honest ... so freeing to shout out and announce her feelings to the whole world ...
And now she knew Ginny had heard her. She had overheard Daphne cumming hard because of the intense, hot fucking Harry provided her with.
She couldn't believe her luck ... she couldn't believe how clueless and stupid Ginny was for not thinking, not investigating the issue further ... and she couldn't believe how the mere thought of forcing Harry's girlfriend to hear Daphne's vocalized pleasure, whilst having no idea that it was Harry himself causing it, turned her on like no tomorrow.
Daphne didn't yet understand it fully, but she already knew. She knew she wanted Harry to fuck her again, and again, harder and better than his girlfriend ... giving Daphne so much pleasure Ginny would be dead-jealous if she had any idea in that ungrateful head of hers.
"Anyway, I feel kinda guilty to ask ... but there's still a fair bit more of it to be ... assembled," Daphne began, casually and innocently. She leaned forward, looking at Harry pointedly, her eyes glinting with barely constrained lust. "Would you mind helping me out?"
He looked at her back, intensely. She saw him swallow his spit, and in the corner of her eye she saw Ginny utterly ignoring the both of them, transfixed by the TV.
"Uh, yeah, I'd hate to leave you with all that ... leftover mess," he started, glancing at his girlfriend. He then couldn't help but grin roguishly. "But next time we'll take it slower, there's just too much to power through with ... brute force."
"Mmm, are you free tomorrow?" Daphne asked, trying to keep her voice steady, not sultry and seductive.
"Yeah, sure. We'll just ... take it from the top," he said, grinning at his double-meanings. "You'll owe me, though."
Her eyes glinted intently, their eye contact thick with unspoken arousal and sexual tension.
"Anything you want," Daphne replied honestly.
"Hey, shut up, I'm trying to watch something," Ginny chimed in, clearly annoyed.
"Sorry," Daphne added, quieting down. She felt like ignoring Ginny ... wanting to get on her nerves. But that was risky, it could make her suspicious, find out and potentially ... it could mean Harry never getting intimate with Daphne again.
And that thought was just unacceptable.
"Anyway, Gin, uh ... these designs are really convoluted so, uh ..." Harry said, before leaning forward and throwing a dirty, illicit loot at Daphne, who tried hard not to smirk back. "If I get pissed and ... worked up, you may have to, uh, expect some more, you know ... banging stuff into walls."
"Yeah, yeah," Ginny rushed Harry, trying to get him to stop talking. "I'll just go out with friends if it gets that bad. Now shut up, please."
Harry leaned back against the sofa and moved closer to his girlfriend, adjusting his arm behind her. Ginny snuggled against him mechanically, continuing to eat her snacks. Daphne brought her 'lucky cup' and took a sip of the hot tea.
Then she felt something pull her ponytail gently, so she turned around. Seeing that it was Harry's hand, she moved a bit closer, until she could carefully lean the back of her head into it without Ginny noticing.
Daphne was definitely looking forward to all the intense, physical labor tomorrow. Her and her new, handsome, hunky neighbor had a lot of 'furniture' to go through, after all ...
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