Halloween Next Door: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 78)

by Flora Ferrari

  “Oh my god. Oh fuck, Bishop. Oh fuck,” I say as he enters both holes in quick rhythm and my mouth and my pussy try and keep up but there’s no way.

  He’s too fast and too powerful and I’m too wet, my lubrication allowing him to take me in two places at the same time.

  “I’m,” I moan but can’t finish my words, I feel a wave wash over the inside of me as my stomach tightens and my thighs tremble and I know I’m damn near ready to finish something else.

  My thighs slam shut like a trap against his skull and I jerk up in the bed as I unload all over his face as my eyes open wide as saucers as I gasp for air like I just saw a ghost.

  But what I really saw was a flash of white light and then the ceiling spinning as a euphoria washes over me and then my juices come spilling out and over his tongue and down his throat.

  I look down at his head below as he cleans me up like his face is a dishrag, moving in all directions.

  He removes his face from me and I see his entire forehead and cheeks glistening from my juices as his cheeks glow red from the heat of what just happened plus my stubble down there which may have rubbed his skin raw.

  “Fuck!” he yells. “You are damn delicious,” he says practically diving on top of me and kissing me like his life depends on it.

  “My turn,” I say, reaching for his cock and trying to slide out from underneath him.

  “Not yet.”

  “Why?” I say with a long puppy dog face.

  “Because the first one goes inside you.”

  CHAPTER 18

  Bishop

  My mind is spinning so hard right now and my cock is throbbing so viciously I don’t know which way is up.

  But I damn sure know which way is in.

  As in inside her, which is exactly where the fuck I’m going to bury my rock hard rod right now.

  I place the tip at her opening as I mount her.

  “I can’t do foreplay now. I can’t do romance. I can only do what my body needs, and that is you,” I say as I finally remove that black lace mask from her eyes.

  “I need you too,” she says wiggling her hips as she tries to will herself onto my rod, but I pull my hips back, making her wait until she truly understands what’s coming next.

  “There’s no going back, Pumpkin. This is it. Once I enter you I’ll become a wild man and I’m not stopping for anything.”

  “I want that.”

  “I’m going to go and go and go and I mean fill you with my seed so deep it’s still dripping out of you in class the middle of next week…if you can even walk by then.”

  “Oh my god,” she says. “I want to feel that. Make me feel alive. I want it all.”

  “Then that’s what you’re going to get,” I say and I rock my hips forward filling her entirely.

  “Uh,” she whimpers.

  “You okay?” I say realizing my need for her got the most of me.

  “Uh huh. More. I want more.”

  I rock my hips back and enter her fully again and I watch as her eyes close and her mouth open as a euphoric look takes over her face.

  Which causes a euphoric feeling to take over my body.

  I cock my hips back and fill her again and I lose control again.

  I grab her by the hips and flip her over while my cock is still buried inside her. I just helicopter her legs as I take hold of her hips and feel my hips thrust into her ass from the behind. I think back to that first time I saw her in that Elastigirl outfit and how her bubble butt looked so perfect and how badly I wanted it.

  Well I’ve got it now and damn is it even better in real life.

  Watching it absorb the impact of my thrusts and then it ripple right before my eyes because of what I’m doing to her.

  “Uh,” she moans on all fours as she takes everything I have to give.

  I lean forward and thrust with my gluteus and not my hips allowing me to feel her back against my chest as my hand comes up and massages her throat.

  My finger finds her mouth and she hungrily takes it again, sucking on it from the front as I fuck her from behind.

  The scene is too much and I’m about to lose it already.

  She does that to me. She just gets inside me and possesses every part of me, as she should.

  It might not seem healthy, but it’s an obsession that I’m absolutely addicted to. Something that makes me feel more alive than anything.

  But I won’t finish in this position. No fucking way.

  I grab her hips again and flip her right over onto her back.

  “Uh,” she moans at the gymnastics routine I’m seemingly putting her through.

  “I want to look in your eyes while I fill you with my seed. I want to see what I do to you when I claim you.”

  “Yes,” she says.

  “But I’m going to c…come…”

  Hearing her say the words pushes me over the edge. I thrust three more times in under a second and then feel my balls pull up as her pussy clamps down on my dick with a vice grip as I erupt like a dormant volcano inside her, throwing my hot gift everywhere inside her as I feel her cover my rod in a warmth of her own.

  “Oh fuck, baby,” I say just before a second round hits me and then another aftershock and another as her pussy milks me bone dry.

  I feel another tremble from her and she tries to open her mouth to make a sound but nothing comes out as she shutters again.

  And just like that I fall flat on top of her unable to catch myself or even think of lifting myself up right now.

  I feel my chest heaving on top of hers and I can’t tell who’s having a tougher time catching their breath.

  “What just happened?” she says and then suddenly starts giggling, which makes me swell with pride.

  “You’ve been claimed, woman. Forever.”

  She taps me on the nose with her finger. “Are you able to get up and get me a glass of water?” she asks.

  “Can you give me a second? I need to catch my breath.”

  “Good, I didn’t want it anyways.”

  “Huh? Why did you ask then?”

  “Just to confirm what I already knew.”

  “Which is?”

  “That you’ve been claimed too.”

  CHAPTER 19

  Bishop

  “Let me get rid of everybody,” I say to Penelope after I finish getting dressed after our bedroom behavior got steamy in the shower.

  “You sure you don’t want to show your face a bit more?” she asks.

  I take her face in my hands. “The only face I want to see is yours,” I say and I give her a soft, intimate kiss and feel my cock spring back to life immediately…again.

  “Okay,” she says softly as I step out of my bedroom and into the living room.

  I inhale deep ready to whistle and get started with my, “Listen up, you’ve got five minutes to clear out of here,” speech, but just before I get the whistle out a huge pink fluffy rabbit jumps right in front of me.

  “Bishop!”

  I’m still a little bit out of it after the mind blowing sex we just had, the proposal, and my desire to go right back in there but this time to really make love to her. To explore every inch of her body as we explore a deeper connection physically as well as mentally.

  “Hey?” I say wondering who in the hell this is. I don’t immediately recognize the voice.

  “I almost forgot, but I saw your postcard invitation on the fridge and I grabbed this costume yesterday and came down right after I got off work today.”

  Oh shit.

  “Hey Peter. Glad you could make it, bro,” I say…to Penelope’s dad.

  “Thanks man. First time I’ve been down to your new spot. You gonna give me the tour?”

  This isn’t getting any better.

  “Yeah, sure, but there are a lot of people here right now. What’s up with your costume?” I ask trying to change the subject and probably being way too obvious about it.

  “I’m a Rabbit Raider. Get it?”

  “A what?�
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  “A Rabbit Raider. From the game Fortnite. You know man. Surely you’ve played it.”

  “That’s some sort of video game?”

  “Yeah. Those things are bigger than actual real sports now. ESPN even put a gamer on their cover last month for the first time.”

  “Video gaming is considered a sport?” I literally scratch my head.

  “Yeah. An e-sport.”

  “Man if you can smoke a cigarette or eat Cheetos while you do it it doesn’t qualify as a sport. I thought that was a known rule. That’s why golf isn’t a sport either. Neither is bowling.”

  “Golf’s a sport.”

  “Golf’s a leisure activity, not that I would know much about it. Never played. And I haven’t played a video game since I was…I don’t know. Maybe twelve.”

  Peter goes on to tell me how the idea came about. He was thinking Peter Rabbit than Rabbit Raider.

  Whatever.

  All I see is a grown man in a pink hoodie suit with bunny ears. He’s even wearing pink gloves and pink bunny sandals.

  “What’s are those things attached to that blue strap around your chest?”

  “These? Pink colored egg grenades.”

  “And that?” I ask with a very concerned look.

  “Pastel blue bunny-modified hockey mask.”

  “I was just about to guess that.” And now I don’t have to guess why I overhear so many girls talking about how hard it is to find a good guy these days. Damn, Peter is my best friend but if guys in fluffy pink bunny suits are in charge of raising the “men” of the next generation then the girls are gonna be seriously lacking for choices.

  But I don’t care at all about that. I’ll worry about that if and when it’s time for my daughter or daughters, unless all ten of the children we’re going to have are boys, start dating.

  I’ve got the only woman I want and I’m set for life. The ring on her finger proves it.

  “When did you get here?”

  “Just a minute ago. Didn’t see you outside, or what I guessed you’d be dressed as, so I came inside. Where’s your costume by the way?”

  “I…took it off awhile ago. I was about to shut—“

  “The host can’t not have a costume on! Come on, man. Party foul to the max. Slide that sucker back on and let me see what you chose.”

  “I was actually about to—“

  “Come on, dude! I drove four hours to get here. It’s almost three hundred miles. You’re not gonna tell me that you’re tired now and you want to go to bed are you.”

  I need to get out of this one, and do it fast. But he’s got a point. If I try and get rid of everybody now it’s going to look too obvious. Plus he’ll be angry and will probably want to sit on the couch drinking beers for half the night. If I let the guests stay at least they can provide a sort of cover and I can alert Penelope to what’s going on and I can lure her dad somewhere and she can slide out without being detected.

  That’s my only option and Peter, or Peter Rabbit or whatever the hell he is, has actually given me the perfect way out of this.

  If only he knew.

  “Okay, man. You’re right. Just stay right here and let me go back inside my room and put on my costume and surprise you.”

  “That’s your room? I thought that was the coat room?”

  “Nope. I’m not making that tenured professor salary yet.”

  “Well I’m glad I didn’t go in there after all. I was about to go drop my keys in there somewhere since I’m ready to toss back some beers and there’s no way I’m driving out of here tonight. I was gonna ask if it’s cool if I crash on your couch by the way?”

  Is someone playing a trick on me? It is Halloween after all and I definitely already had my treat…that’s for sure.

  But what’s also for sure is that I want a lot more of that treat, and Peter’s unknowingly stopping me from it. It’s like he has some sort of daughter radar. Like his dad gene senses when his daughter’s doing something her father wouldn’t approve of. I try not to laugh at the crazy thought and realize I just need to go with this and not get, or especially act upset or he’s going to figure out something’s wrong.

  Not to mention who am I to be upset? The guy is my best friend and here I am doing things with his daughter behind his back.

  Penelope and I are both adults and what we do is our decision, but still…as my best friend the last thing I need is for him to find out about it through the grapevine.

  “Couch is all yours, buddy,” I say giving him a high five. “Now let me just slip into that costume and surprise the hell out of you.”

  “Now we’re talking!”

  I feel a tap on my shoulder and then an arm wrap around me.

  “I borrowed one of your T-shirts. I hope you don’t mind,” she says.

  Oh shit.

  Even with the hockey mask on I look at ol’ Roger Rabbit, or whatever the heck his costume is, work through the mental math of this one.

  I see his eyes dart down to Penelope and then back up to me and finally back to her.

  “Why is that big bunny staring at me?” she asks, and I feel her breasts press into my back as she slides her body from behind me.

  “This big bunny is your fucking father!”

  CHAPTER 20

  Penelope

  Just when you think you’ve seen it all life reminds you just how crazy it can get.

  My dad, in his fluffy bunny suit with the hockey mask lunges at a man who was in a Captain America costume about an hour and a half ago.

  And just as expected Captain America quickly gets the bunny in a headlock before it starts trying to throw haymakers from around the side.

  But it’s no use.

  Bishop is just way too big and too strong for my dad and to be honest it’s a complete embarrassment for me, but not exactly in the way I was expecting.

  The other party guest in the house step back and watch the mayhem unfold.

  “Everybody out!” Bishop yells at deep octave that would make Barry White jealous. “Now!”

  How he projects his voice at such a low pitch is beyond me, but he sure does and it sure works.

  The crowd disperses quickly as Bishop guides my dad onto the couch, still keeping him wrapped up, but not in a headlock thank god.

  Bishop’s behind him and has my dad’s arms pulled back as Bishop’s arms go in front of my dad and then his hands lock behind my dad’s head. It looks like something a policeman would do to submit a suspect, and I suspect the rest of my life just got a lot more complicated.

  A few seconds later everyone is out of the house and onto the front lawn, but thankfully they’re not loitering. They’re still in a bit of shock but also deciding where to go next.

  “I’m going to let you go if you don’t try anything crazy,” he says.

  “Crazy? Sticking your dick in my eighteen-year-old daughter isn’t crazy?”

  “Peter,” he begins.

  “Fuck you, Bishop. Oh wait…you probably already got fucked tonight. Let me guess, my daughter beat me too it.”

  “Don’t disrespect my woman,” Bishop says and I see his mood change from annoyed with my dad to absolutely pissed the fuck off.

  His grip tightens sending my dad’s head forward with his chin buried in his chest.

  “You say another bad thing about my woman and I’ll make it so you can’t speak at all. You understand me?”

  My dad mumbles something totally incomprehensible.

  “This is your daughter you’re talking about. Your flesh and blood. And what happened between us just happened and it happened fast. I was going to tell you and I’m sorry you had to find out this way. It’s not perfect, but life never is. But dammit Peter, don’t go coming into my house and talking like that. Hell, don’t be talking about like that anywhere. If I hear you are our friendship is over.”

  My dad hasn’t tried to squirm since Bishop pressed his chin into his chest. I’m not sure if he wants to or not, but in that position I think any kind
of squirming is only going to provide futile, and only result in more of a stiff neck in the morning.

  “I’m going to take my hands off you and you’re going to act like a gentleman now or you can leave,” Bishop says and slowly lets my father loose.