Who Could Not Win the Mistress?

First We Kiss

As I lay sleeping on his bed, I woke up only to find him not on the bed. Just the blanket he was sleeping in and I was next to it. I was completely nude laying on my stomach and wanted to close my eyes more. I listened to Jack shower.

I wanted some waking up to do so I slid my hands between my legs. I could think about our nights together and other stuff. I closed my eyes as I started to play with myself. The ongoing noise made me feel incredible. I bit my tongue and rubbed myself softly.

I was aroused. Jack's body was the only fucking thing I thought about. Tears filled my eyes and I stuck my hand out. Yes, I found some sticky evidence and I smiled a little weak.

A few moments later, I found Jack coming out of the bathroom with a white towel in his hands. I wrapped myself in the blanket and stared at him. He was still naked and he smiled at me seeing me pretend to be asleep.

"Morning, Angel." He said and wrapped his towel around his waist.

"Hi, baby." I smiled and covered myself. He rubs my hair and I smile again.

"Has a good night's sleep?" He tenderly asks sitting down.

"Yeah." I sighed and closed my eyes. It was kinda like Sunday so what gives?

I rose up and casted my hand over his wet hair. I gave him a soft kiss and he closed his eyes. I felt the goddamn tears.

"You okay, baby?" He asks.

"Yes, it's just." I breathe. "You're a lot older than me."

"But you act mature for your age." He says and looks at my frame. "You are nothing like the teenagers I've seen at my shows."

"Yeah. Most of your fans are like forty or something. The only people I knew who liked your music are just my teachers and shit." I explain. "Yeah, I accept being someone who listens to the Killers and the White Stripes."

"It's fine." He tells me. "You're different. I like different things."

I smile and kiss him again. I felt his wet hair in my hands and my tongue pushed into him. Our lips started to mold into each other's and he held my nude hips. I removed his towel and he covered himself like a shy teenager would.

"How about a quickie, okay?" He asks. "I have to go to work myself."

"Okay." I nodded and continued. My hands scrunched his black tar locks and scratched my long nail on his hips. I looked at his rock hardness and he seemed all nervous. "Can I?"

He nodded and I walked to the floorboards. I got down on my knees and opened my mouth. I felt his head in me as I inches down to his shaft. My dry lips wrapped his around and I teased him by circling my tongue around him. I lightly pressed my hand near his thigh and he said nothing. I just moved my head back and forth just feeling good shit.

I kept my eyes closed and placed my hands on Jack's knees. He was pretty damp from his shower, but he still seemed beautiful. He moaned at me and I continued a little. Yeah, I took great care of him.

Before I knew it, he was finished. I pulled out feeling his love flood in my mouth.

"Is that okay?" I asked and he nodded. He got up and rubbed his face with the towel. He ended up getting dressed and tossed me some clothes.

"Do you wanna come with me?" He asks as he puts on a black tee. I nodded and kissed him. "I can drop you off somewhere. Have some fun. Buy something pretty."

"Okay, Jack." I squinted my eyes and put some money in my pocket.

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Jack silently drove me to a nearby shop and I tried not to kiss him or anything. I just mouthed bye and he waved at me. I walked in my long black shirt, sunglasses and shorts. Not the same boots I wore, just some nice short boots.