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Andrea made me reconsider that.
You know that her interest in you would only be rebound, right?
Probably. She had run away from an abusive marriage, was hiding from her husband, and was pretending to be okay. I was willing to bet that beneath the whole bravado was a terrified little girl. Getting involved was going to mean nothing but trouble. Add to that the fact that she was Bobby’s sister, and you had a recipe for disaster. The right thing to do was just keep my distance and help out whenever they needed me to.
But I couldn’t help feeling like I wanted more.
I walked into my apartment, closed the door and was halfway to the bedroom when the doorbell rang. I frowned, guessing that one of the neighbors had probably been waiting for me to come home just to bitch and moan about one thing or the other. Sometimes I hated the fact that I hadn’t just sucked it up and kept the house. It would have at least spared me the agony of dealing with these people.
The doorbell rang again, and I flung it open angrily, ready to rain verbal abuse on the idiot who had dared to bother me.
Hannah pushed past me. “Close the door.”
I fought back the anger and tried my best not to snap at her. “Come right in.”
“Close the fucking door, Andy,” she said, kicking off her heels.
She was already halfway down the hall before I did as she said and followed her to the bedroom. “This really isn’t the best time, Hannah,” I said, standing at the door to my room and watching her close the blinds.
She turned to me and began unzipping the side of her cocktail dress. I had no idea where she had been, but she reeked of alcohol, and the way she looked at me made it very clear that she expected a hard-fucking tonight. I wasn’t up for it, but at the same time didn’t feel like getting into a fight, either.
“You know, Andy, whether you’re up to it or not really doesn’t matter,” she said, letting the dress fall down around her feet before she stepped out of it. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her breasts beckoning me to her like a moth to the flame. She walked towards me, only wearing a pair of lace black panties, and looked into my eyes hungrily.
“I think I can make sure you’re up to it.”
She fell to her knees in front of me, her fingers quickly tugging at my belt and zipper, and pulled my jeans down. My boxers quickly followed, and I closed my eyes when her hand wrapped around my cock, gently stroking it to attention.
“At least someone’s happy to see me,” she whispered, her breath hot against my cock, her tongue gently flicking across the head.
I braced myself against the bedroom door, my breathing becoming just a little heavier with anticipation, the feeling of her hand moving up and down quickly making me hard. Although Hannah was volatile, she definitely knew how to work me to the point of no return, and when her lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me into her mouth and almost swallowing me completely, I had given up on fighting this completely.
I dug my fingers into her hair, holding her head as she slid me in and out of her mouth. She quickened the tempo, and soon I was rocking against her, fucking her mouth as she dutifully swallowed every inch of me. Her hand cupped me, playing with my balls until I was ready to completely blow my load in her mouth. She could sense how close I was, and despite the fact that I was holding her in place, she pushed back and let my cock slip out of her mouth. She pumped me with her hand some more, just for good measure, the whole time looking up at me with a devilish smile on her face.
“What do you say, fire boy?” she teased. “How about we make this thing to good use?”
I grabbed her by the arms and pulled her up, her lips pressing against mine and her tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. My hands found her ass and squeezed, hard, and I slapped one cheek just the way she liked it. Her lips found my ear, kissed the sweet spot there that she knew would drive me crazy, before nibbling on the lobe.
“Fuck me, Andy,” she whispered, pressing her crotch against me. She was gushing, the panties like a second layer of skin. I could feel her pussy lips embracing me through the thin, wet fabric. “Fuck me ha
rd and make me scream.”
I pushed her back, grabbing her by the arm and turning her around. She pushed her ass against my cock, grinding slowly and seductively, making me want her more. My hands found her breasts and squeezed. She snaked an arm behind her and around my neck, pulling my head down where she expected me to kiss her. Her grinding intensified, and I quickly pushed her down so that she was bent over the side of my bed, ass up in the air, waiting for me.
I pulled her panties down quickly, my fingers burying themselves between her pussy lips, drenched in her wetness. I pressed them against her clit, earning a very satisfied moan, before I slipped two fingers into her. I bent over her, grabbing a breast with one hand while pumping my fingers in and out of her. She was moaning in pleasure, grinding against me.
“Stop teasing me,” she gasped as my fingers fucked her. “Give me what I want. Give it to me, Andy. Give it to me hard!”
I pulled my fingers out, positioned myself so that I could get a proper balance, and pushed inside her with one quick thrust. I felt my cock slide in with such ease, it was almost as if her pussy had stretched just for me. She was so wet, it wasn’t even much of an effort. She cried out when I penetrated her, and before I could fully pull back, she was pushing her ass back against me, forcing me back in again.
“Hard!” she screamed. “Hard and fast, just the way I like it.”
I fucked her with everything I had, pulling just slightly out before thrusting my cock back inside her. She was screaming like a banshee, throwing her ass back against my hips, the smacking sound barely audible over her cries of pleasure. I grabbed her shoulders, placing myself in just the right angle, and rammed even harder. With every scream I quickened my pace, until her pleas for more were staccatos of moans with every thrust.
When I reached around her and played with her clit, she was coming in seconds. Legs shaking, screams echoing through the room, she collapsed onto the bed and pulled me down with her. We lay like that for a few minutes, catching our breath, before she turned me onto my back and straddled me.
“You’re a good boy,” she cooed, sliding her wet pussy across my cock. “You’re a very good boy. You make me so happy.”
I grabbed her hips as she moved, wanting to end the teasing and have her ride me. She giggled, grinding some more.
