C29 My Plum Neighbor is a Pornstar-2

ANDY.

The knob rattled harder, like the guy outside wanted to rip the damn door off its hinges. Tiffany's body went rigid against mine, her bare tits pressed to my chest, her breath hot and uneven on my neck. My cock, still half-hard and slick from her mouth, twitched at the contact even as adrenaline spiked through me.

"Stay quiet," she whispered, lips brushing my ear. Her hand slid down my stomach, fingers wrapping around me like she needed something to hold onto. Bold as hell, even now.

"Who the fuck is that?" I muttered, keeping my voice low. I grabbed her wrist but didn't pull her hand away. Couldn't. Not when she gave me that slow stroke, thumb pressing under the head.

"My past." She bit her lip, eyes darting to the door. "Damien. He wasn't supposed to find me this fast."

"Open the fucking door, Tiffany! I heard you in there moaning like a whore. For the new neighbor? Really?"

The voice was rough, entitled. The kind that made my jaw clench. Tiffany's grip tightened on my cock, almost painful, but her eyes met mine—half fear, half something darker, hungrier. She gave one deliberate pump, like a challenge.

I swallowed. "Back room. Now."

We moved fast, naked, her robe abandoned on the floor. I shut the bedroom door behind us just as another bang shook the front. Tiffany pushed me onto the bed, climbing over me, straddling my hips. Her pussy was still wet, slick from earlier, sliding along my shaft as she rocked once, teasing.

"Not the time," I growled, but my hands were already on her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, pulling her closer.

"Especially the time," she breathed. Her nipples grazed my chest as she leaned down, mouth hovering over mine. "He'll get bored and leave. Or break in. Either way..." She reached between us, positioned my cock at her entrance, and sank down in one smooth glide.

Fuck. Tight. Hot. Soaking. I groaned low, hips bucking up before I could stop myself. She covered my mouth with her hand, eyes gleaming. "Shh. Quiet, Andy. Or he'll hear how hard you're fucking his ex."

She started riding me slow, deliberate, rolling her hips in these filthy circles that made her clit grind against me. Every downstroke took me deep, her walls fluttering around my length. I could feel every inch of her—wet heat gripping, sucking me in. Her tits bounced softly with the motion, and I couldn't resist. I sat up halfway, catching one nipple between my teeth, sucking hard while my tongue flicked it.

Tiffany gasped, her free hand fisting my hair. "Yes—bite it. Harder." Her pussy clenched around me as I did, a fresh rush of wetness coating my balls.

Outside, Damien was still pounding. "I know you're hiding, baby. Come out and talk. You owe me for walking off that last shoot. Those videos were gonna make us rich."

She froze for a second, breath hitching, but I thrust up into her, hard, driving every inch home. Her eyes rolled back, a choked moan escaping despite her efforts. I flipped us quick, pinning her under me, legs wrapped around my waist. I fucked her deep and steady, the bed creaking softly with each thrust. Skin slapped quietly. Her nails raked down my back, leaving burning lines.

"You left him mid-scene?" I whispered against her throat, biting down just enough to mark her.

"Couldn't do it anymore." Her voice cracked, but her hips lifted to meet me, greedy. "Not after... shit, right there—don't stop." I angled my hips, hitting that spot inside her over and over. Her legs trembled. "He filmed everything. Even the private shit. I wanted out. Real life. Then you... watching me through the window like you wanted to devour me."

I drove into her faster, one hand covering her mouth as her moans got louder. Her eyes locked on mine, pupils blown wide. I felt her tightening, pulsing, right on the edge. I rubbed her clit with my thumb, fast little circles, never breaking rhythm.

"Come on my cock while he’s right outside," I said into her ear, voice rough. "Let him hear what he can't have."

She shattered. Her pussy spasmed hard around me, milking every inch as she came, back arching off the bed, muffled cries vibrating against my palm. I kept fucking her through it, drawing it out until her thighs shook uncontrollably. Only then did I pull out, flip her onto her stomach, and yank her hips up.

I slammed back in from behind, one hand fisting her dark hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. The angle was brutal. Deep. Possessive. Her ass rippled with every thrust, pussy squelching wetly around me. I reached around again, fingers finding her swollen clit, pinching lightly.

"Fuck—Andy—I'm gonna come again," she whimpered, pushing back to take me deeper.

"Good girl." I pounded into her, losing rhythm, chasing the heat building at the base of my spine. Her second orgasm hit harder, walls fluttering wildly, pulling me over with her. I buried myself to the hilt and came, thick ropes flooding her, spilling out around my cock as I kept shallow thrusting, riding the aftershocks.

We collapsed sideways, still joined, breathing ragged. Outside, the banging had stopped. For now.

Tiffany turned her head, looking at me over her shoulder. Sweat slicked her skin, hair messy, lips swollen. "He won't stop. He owns part of my old contracts. Thinks he owns me."

I brushed damp strands from her face, thumb tracing her jaw. My cock gave a lazy twitch inside her. "Then what? We pretend nothing's happening?"

She laughed softly, bitter. "Nothing's happening? You're still inside me, dripping down my thighs." She squeezed her inner muscles, teasing. "I came here to disappear. Low profile. But the second I saw you watching... I wanted the risk."

A new sound cut through the quiet—my phone buzzing on the nightstand. I reached for it, still buried in her warmth. Unknown number. I answered on speaker without thinking.

"Alex—shit, Andy. This is your ex. Sarah. Look, I drove by your new place to drop off the last of your stuff and saw some guy pounding on the door next door. Sounded pissed. Everything okay over there?"

Tiffany's eyes widened. She started moving again, slow and sinful, rolling her hips back against me even as I tried to stay still.

"Yeah," I said, voice tighter than I wanted. "Just... new neighbor stuff."

Sarah's tone sharpened. "Neighbor? The hot one with the moving van? Andy, if you're already fucking around—"

Tiffany chose that moment to clench hard around me, a wicked little smile on her lips. I bit back a groan.

"Handle your shit," Sarah snapped. "Or I'll make sure the divorce gets uglier."

She hung up.

Tiffany sat up, my cock slipping out of her with a wet sound. Cum trickled down her thigh as she faced me fully, legs still spread. "Ex-wife checking in already? Sounds like you’ve got your own secrets, neighbor."

I stared at her, heart still racing, body buzzing. The backyard light from her place was on again. Through the window, I could see movement—Damien, probably, waiting in the shadows.

She followed my gaze, expression darkening. "He’s not leaving. And if he sees us together..." Her hand slid between her legs, gathering our mixed release on her fingers, then bringing them to her lips. She licked slowly, eyes never leaving mine. "We keep this quiet. No one knows. Not your ex. Not my past. Just stolen moments through windows and locked doors."

I pulled her back down, kissing her deep, tasting us both. My cock was already hardening again against her stomach. "And if I want more than stolen?"

Her laugh was low, dangerous. "Then you better be ready to get caught."

A sharp knock sounded at the back door this time—closer. Damien’s voice carried through the glass. "Tiffany. I see lights on. Don’t make me call in favors."

She froze in my arms, but her hand was already stroking me back to full hardness, breath quickening against my neck.

My pulse hammered. Part of me wanted to tell him to fuck off. The bigger part—the one buried between her thighs minutes ago—wanted to drag her back to the bed and fuck her again while he stood right outside.

What the hell was I doing?

And why couldn’t I stop?