Naughty Nights at The Imperial

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My Neighbor's Forbidden Wife # 2

Katerina didn't bother with a greeting. She moved closer, her wedding ring catching the light. Adrian watched her approach; he knew why she was there.

Katerina looked up at him. Her eyes were dark with lust. A little spit was still on her chin.

She was another man's wife.

And she was giving him a blowjob.

"Fuck, you really want this, don't you?" Adrian muttered.

He pulled Katerina up before he lost what little control he had left. He caught her by the hair and turned her toward the bed. There was no pretending tonight.

Adrian pushed deep inside her in one long motion. Katerina gasped as he hit home, feeling a sense of relief. She was already wet and gripped him tightly, as if she made for his size.

"Missed this little hole," Adrian whispered in her ear. He hit it so hard that the headboard started banging against the wall.

Katerina let out a heavy sigh, arching her hips back to meet every thrust. "I... ahh! I missed the way you use me like an animal even more, Adrian!"

After that, she kept coming back.

On the third night, Katerina arrived still wearing the black dress from another charity event.

Adrian ruthlessly ruined that elegant look. He hiked up her skirt, tore the lace between her thighs, and took her right in front of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Miami.

Katerina came hard against the glass, her forehead pressed to the cold window as she cried Adrian's name.

On the fourth night, Katerina brought a small bottle of lubricant and set it silently on the nightstand.

She looked at Adrian, then crawled onto the bed on all fours, using her hands to spread herself open.

Adrian didn't rush. He used two slick fingers to open her back passage, then three, until Katerina was gasping, pushing her hips down, begging for more. When the thick head of Adrian's cock pressed against that tight opening, Katerina froze.

"Tell me to stop," Adrian whispered.

Katerina shook her head vigorously. "Don't you dare stop. Put it all in... now!"

Adrian pushed inside slowly—thick inch after thick inch—until he was buried deep within her.

Katerina trembled violently beneath him. Adrian held still for a moment, letting her muscles adjust to his massive size.

Katerina's moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure. When the climax hit, Katerina locked her body, clamping down on Adrian's shaft so tightly that he had no choice but to release his seed deep inside her.

On the fifth night, Katerina slipped in at three in the afternoon while Adrian was on a video call with a client.

Adrian quickly muted his microphone when he felt Katerina's hands undoing his belt. She slid beneath the desk, took him into her mouth, and sucked him with a raw, filthy technique while Adrian tried to keep a neutral expression on screen.

He failed. His voice cracked as he recited the presentation figures.

"Mr. Adrian? Is everything alright?" the client asked.

"Yes," Adrian replied, his voice sounding like that of a man in the throes of exquisite agony. A moment later, he reached his peak, spurting his fluid down Katerina's throat as his hands gripped her hair beneath the desk.

Katerina wiped her mouth, stood up, and left without a word. Adrian sat stunned, staring at the empty doorway, feeling as though he'd just been run over by a truck made of bad decisions.

By the seventh night, the pattern felt permanent. Yet, something was different.

Katerina entered with slightly puffy eyes. She closed the door slowly, leaned against it, and gazed at Adrian for a long moment.

By the seventh night, something had changed.

Katerina entered with slightly puffy eyes. She closed the door slowly, leaned against it, and looked at Adrian for a long moment.

"He's coming home tomorrow. His plane lands at twelve," she said.

Adrian didn't answer. He walked over, grabbed the back of Katerina's neck, and kissed her.

It was their first kiss.

Katerina made a small sound against his mouth and kissed him back. Her hands gripped his shoulders.

Tonight, she wasn't smiling.

Adrian undressed her, kissing her between every layer. He used his mouth on her until she trembled and grabbed his hair. Then he moved up, pulled her close, and thrust inside her.

Katerina's arms wrapped around his neck. Her legs locked around his waist.

They moved together, slower than on previous nights. Each movement pulled another sound from her.

"Look at me," Adrian whispered.

Katerina did.

She looked straight at him, tears still in her eyes.

Adrian drove into her until she came with a small sob, her face buried against his neck. He followed seconds later, holding her close as they both caught their breath.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

Katerina stayed against him, her cheek resting on his chest. Adrian ran a hand down her back, staring at the ceiling.

He'd told himself this was only sex.

A stupid arrangement between two neighbors.

Nothing more.

But now she was lying in his arms, telling him she didn't want to go back to her husband.

Adrian closed his eyes for a moment.

He'd known from the beginning that this would end badly. Katerina had a husband. He had no right to want her. Every night she'd walked through his door, he'd told himself the same thing.

Just tonight.

Just one more time.

But the excuses were getting harder to believe.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her.

Katerina wasn't the woman who had first walked into his apartment anymore.

And neither was he.

Katerina looked up at him. "You're overthinking it," she said.

"Maybe."

"Thinking about me?"

Adrian smiled. "Who else would I be thinking about?"

She ran a finger across his chest. "You want me to come back."

"You already know I do."