Chapter 21
His mouth watered as he wondered what they would taste like, as well.
His strokes grew rougher, more erratic, and as the harsh rasps of her breathing reached through the walls to him, Jack gave a good tug on his balls and erupted, his come splashing over his fingers and splattering the door. Every muscle in him seized, and his thighs quivered, and by the time his head had cleared enough to hear more than the roar of his own blood, the room had gone silent.
Jack immediately panicked. Backing down the hall, he bolted for the kitchen and grabbed a dishtowel, wiping off his hand as he raced back to try and clean the door. A sigh from inside sent fiery shivers down his spine, but there was no time to enjoy it. He tossed the dirty towel through his slightly ajar bedroom door, tucked his cock into his jeans, and bolted for the front door.
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