My Neighbor's Wife

ulled back by his fist as he rams his dick into her, punishing her, hitting her. Her eyes aren't closed. No, she's gazing out the wind

utter, a lustful haze darkening her eyes. And she

stinctively hiding my erection. There's no way she sees me. My w

othes. I'm unsure how long I let the downpour drench me. I don't get out until my teeth is clattering and my lips are

her killed and I have punished myself every day for just as long. It is, after all, the biggest reason I left M

after a woman I barely even know. It makes me want to sit in the front pews at the nearest church and beg Dio for damned forgiveness. It

saving digits. I have a photographic memory. That made it much more impossible to forget what her folds looke

ks on the first rin

lass back and suppress a groan at the bur

background. "Two offers ac

the market, Jon. I no

beat awfully slow before his low response. "You have yet to hear the other off

h to Enzo when I let him take my father's seat as heir. I loved it there. Priya loved it there. I intended to sell it when the memories, grief

ng rent free in my head at the sight of that woman. "I don't care, Jon. Take the covers off my damned

n said I was a big softie trying to hide behind brutal threats I co

, his voice catching. "The house wil

nod, pleased

ags into my car and drive down the street, the entire course of my li