C30 My Plum Neighbor is a Pornstar-3

ANDY

The knock at the back door hit like a warning shot. Tiffany's hand froze on my cock, fingers still slick from our mess, but she didn't pull away. Her eyes met mine in the dim bedroom light, wide and shining with that mix of fear and heat I was starting to crave.

"Shit," she breathed. Her thumb rubbed slow circles over the head of my dick anyway, spreading the fresh bead of precum. "He's at the back now."

I grabbed her wrist, not to stop her but to hold her there. My heart slammed against my ribs. Damien's voice came muffled through the glass, low and pissed. "I know you're in there, Tiff. Saw the new guy's car. You always did like playing house with strangers."

Tiffany shifted closer, her bare tits brushing my chest. Her nipples were still hard, begging. She pressed her lips to my ear. "We can't let him see us. But I need you inside me again. Right now."

She was insane. Or I was. Because I didn't push her off. Instead I pulled her toward the bed, keeping low so the window stayed out of direct line. We dropped onto the sheets, her underneath me fast. Her legs spread wide without hesitation, knees up, pussy still puffy and leaking my cum from before. The sight of it dripping down her ass made my cock throb painfully hard.

I rubbed the head up and down her slit, coating myself in our combined wetness, teasing her swollen clit with every pass. She bit her lip hard, hips twitching up, chasing it. "Stop fucking teasing, Andy. Put it in."

I pushed in slow this time, inch by thick inch, watching her face twist in pleasure. Her walls gripped me tight, hot and silky, still fluttering from the last round. Halfway in she moaned too loud. I clamped a hand over her mouth, sinking the rest of the way until my balls pressed against her ass. Full. Buried. Her pussy clenched around every vein like it was trying to pull me deeper.

Damien banged on the door again. "Open up or I'm kicking it in. You owe me that last scene, bitch."

Tiffany's eyes rolled back as I started thrusting, deep and grinding, keeping the pace steady but hard enough the bed barely creaked. I felt every ripple inside her, the way her walls sucked and squeezed. She was so wet the sounds were obscene, wet squelching with every stroke. I leaned down, sucking one nipple into my mouth, biting just enough to make her arch. Her muffled cries vibrated against my palm.

I moved my hand so I could hear her whisper. "Harder. Fuck me like you watched me finger myself. Like you wanted to break me through that window."

I hooked her leg higher, changing the angle so I dragged right over that spot inside her with every thrust. Her juices ran down my balls, soaking the sheets. I pounded deeper, skin slapping quietly, sweat dripping from my chest onto her tits. She reached between us, fingers rubbing her clit fast, the same way I'd seen her do it alone.

"Look at me," I growled low. "Eyes on me while I fuck his ex right under his nose."

Her gaze locked with mine, hazy and desperate. Her pussy started pulsing, tighter, hotter. She came hard, thighs shaking, walls milking my cock in strong waves that almost pulled me over with her. I didn't stop. I fucked her through it, drawing it out until she was whimpering, oversensitive, pushing at my chest and pulling me closer at the same time.

I pulled out suddenly, cock glistening with her cream, and flipped her onto all fours. Facing the window. Risky as hell. I yanked her hips back and slammed in again, bottoming out in one go. She cried out, gripping the headboard. From this angle I could see her ass ripple, her pussy stretched tight around my thick shaft, cum from before leaking out with every withdrawal.

I reached around and pinched her clit, rolling it between my fingers while I railed her. "Quiet, baby. Or he'll hear how much you love neighbor cock."

She pushed back to meet me, ass bouncing, taking every brutal inch. "I do. God, I fucking do. Deeper, Andy. Fill me up again."

My pace turned punishing. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back so her back arched perfectly. The wet slap of my hips against her ass filled the room, impossible to hide if anyone got too close. Her second orgasm hit fast, pussy gushing around me, squirting a little down my thighs. The feel of it pushed me over. I buried myself deep and unloaded, thick spurts pumping into her, so much it overflowed immediately, running down her legs in messy streaks.

We stayed locked like that, panting, my cock still twitching inside her. I kissed the back of her neck, tasting salt. For a second it felt almost tender. Then Damien's voice came again, closer, like he was peering through the glass.

"Tiffany. I see shadows moving. You better not be fucking him."

Tiffany tensed, but she clenched her pussy around me one more time, milking the last drops. She whispered, "He'll leave soon. He always does when he gets bored."

We cleaned up quick, her borrowing one of my shirts that hung loose on her, barely covering her ass. Cum still trickled down her inner thighs as we moved to the kitchen for water. She leaned against the counter, legs slightly parted, looking freshly fucked and unashamed.

"Why him?" I asked, handing her a glass. "Why get mixed up with a guy like that?"

She took a long drink, throat working. "Money at first. Then it got controlling. Cameras everywhere, even when we weren't shooting. I walked off set one day and just... ran. Changed my number. Moved here. Thought low profile meant boring neighbor life." Her eyes flicked over me, heat returning. "Then you watched me touch myself. Changed everything."

I stepped closer, hand sliding up her thigh under the shirt, fingers brushing her soaked pussy. She was still sensitive, shivering at the light touch. "And now?"

"Now I can't stop wanting you to watch me. Touch me. Fuck me where we might get caught." She set the glass down and pulled me in for a kiss, slow and dirty, tongue teasing mine. Her hand found my cock again, stroking me back to life through my shorts. "Your ex called earlier. Sounds like she's got claws too. We both got baggage."

My phone buzzed on the counter. Sarah again. I ignored it, but Tiffany picked it up, glancing at the screen. "Answer it. Let her hear how distracted you are."

I shouldn't have. But I did, putting it on speaker. "What, Sarah?"

"Andy, I forgot to tell you. I'm coming by tomorrow to pick up that old chair. Don't make it weird." Her voice was sharp. "And seriously, stay away from drama next door. I heard that guy yelling. You don't need that shit."

Tiffany dropped to her knees right there in the kitchen, yanking my shorts down. She took me into her mouth without warning, sucking deep, tongue swirling around the head. I gripped the counter, voice strained. "Yeah. Got it. No drama."

Tiffany hummed around my cock, taking me to the back of her throat, eyes watering but locked on mine. The wet sounds were faint but unmistakable. Sarah paused. "Are you... okay? You sound off."

"Fine." I thrust shallow into Tiffany's mouth, hand tangling in her hair. She bobbed faster, hollowing her cheeks, saliva dripping down her chin. "Busy unpacking."

Sarah sighed. "Whatever. See you tomorrow."

The call ended. Tiffany pulled off with a pop, lips shiny. "Tomorrow? While she's here?" She stood, turning around and bending over the counter, lifting the shirt. Her pussy was red, swollen, still leaking my cum. "Fuck me again before she comes. Make me walk around full of you while you deal with her."

I grabbed her hips and pushed in raw, no warmup needed. She was drenched. I fucked her hard and fast over the counter, one hand over her mouth again, the other slapping her ass lightly. Her moans vibrated against my palm. Every thrust made more of our cum push out, dripping onto the floor.

She came again, quick and shaking, pushing back desperately. I followed right after, pumping another load deep inside her. When I pulled out, it gushed down her legs in thick white streams. She turned, kissed me messy, and whispered, "This is going to blow up in our faces. But I don't care."

A loud crash came from outside. Glass breaking. Damien had smashed something near the back door. "I'm done waiting, Tiffany! Come out or I'm calling the cops on your new fuckboy for trespassing or whatever the fuck I can pin."

Tiffany's face went pale, but her hand was already between her legs, rubbing our mess into her skin like a dirty secret. My cock twitched at the sight even as dread coiled in my gut.

We were trapped in my own apartment with her crazy ex circling like a shark. And all I could think about was bending her over again before everything exploded.

How long could we keep this hidden before one of our pasts kicked the door in for real?