Damn, who was this sexy vixen?He wasn’t going to question his good fortune though.Only an idiot would do that, and he usually liked to think of himself as pretty smart.
Jack stepped inside and shut and locked the door.
“Andrea?”he called out when he didn’t see her, but she didn’t respond.
Oh, she wanted to play hide and seek.He could do that.Jack kicked off his sandals so he didn’t make a sound.He pulled his shirt off, and his shorts and boxers came off next.They would just get in the way.
On silent steps, he walked down the hallway; all his senses were heightened.His ears strained to hear the sound of her breathing or the rustling of clothing.He knew the layout of her house pretty well.Most likely she was in her bedroom.
He headed straight for it but still looked around in case she came at him from his six.All was quiet.He stepped into the bedroom, his eyes like a predator looking for his prey.
“I know you’re in here, baby.I can smell you.”Jack could smell her flowery scent.“Is your pussy dripping for me like my cock is weeping for you?”He reached down and stroked himself and groaned.
He was so primed it wouldn’t take much to set him off.The chase was turning him on like nothing before.
He looked around the quiet room.“I can’t wait to get my dick in that little tight pussy of yours, but first I’m going to lick all your honey cream up until you come all over my face, then you’re going to come on my cock over and over again.Is that what you want, baby girl?”
Jack detected a faint intake of breath.Andrea was close.Close enough he could practically feel her breath on his back.Then he heard her breathing and her foot stepping on the tile.She was right behind him.
Jack spun on his heel, ducking down, and tossed Andrea up over his shoulder before she could reach him.He had to admit, she was pretty good at sneak attacks.
Andrea gave out a squeak of surprise.
“I caught my prize,” he cheered, smacking Andrea on the ass.
Andrea groaned but didn’t protest his slap, so he did it again on the other cheek.Her head draped down his back in total surrender.
“Whatever shall I do with her?”
“What you promised.”Her words were muffled from her face being at his back, but he heard her nonetheless.
Jack carried her to the bed and tossed her down.She bounced on the mattress, her shirt riding up to just shy of her waist.“You want me to eat this sweet pussy of yours?”
Jack loved to dirty talk.Andrea liked it too if the heat in her eyes and the nibbling of her lips as she rubbed her legs together was any indication.
Jack rubbed his hands over the tops of her thighs but not high enough to touch her center.“Tell me.”
“Yes.”
Jack didn’t need any further invitation.He wrapped his hands behind her thighs and pulled her to the foot of the bed, her shirt riding to her mid drift in the process and revealing her bare pussy to his gaze.He could see her sweet nectar dripping down her thighs.
Oh no, he couldn’t let all that sweetness go to waste.He dropped to his knees, her legs falling open like a well-worn book.
Jack dragged his tongue along the inside of her thigh, making sure to get a drop of her essence on his tongue.His tongue ran up and over her mound, suckling her slit clean.
“Michael,” Andrea groaned, her fingers dragging through his hand and grabbing a fistful.
His tongue dipped and swirled around her clit like he was savoring an ice cream before moving onto her other thigh.
“No,” she groaned.
“I’ll take care of you, baby.Don’t you worry.”
“Hurry,” she protested.
“My pace,” he warned and gave the inside of her thigh a light nip.Her legs closed, only his shoulders prevented her from squeezing his head off.
He was thorough in his cleaning of her thigh, but Andrea was not being appreciative.Her fingers came down and rubbed over her clit.
