Jack Johnson had just turned 42. Broad-shouldered, weathered in all the right ways, with a slow, confident grin and the kind of deep voice that made women pause mid-sentence. After a long career in the city—and an even longer divorce—he moved into a quiet cul-de-sac on the edge of town, looking for solitude, maybe a little peace.

But the neighborhood had something else in mind.

His house was right in the middle of a suburban dream: wide lawns, clean sidewalks, and more busty, beautiful women than he knew what to do with. They jogged past his place in tight tops and yoga pants, their full chests bouncing, their eyes lingering on Jack just a second too long. They stopped by to “welcome” him with fresh-baked cookies and wine, always wearing something low-cut, always leaning in just a little too close.

Veronica lived next door—fiery redhead, curves for days, and a mouth that said things only when she knew no one else could hear. She locked herself out at least twice a week, always when Jack was home, and always in something that barely counted as a robe.

Leah, the yoga instructor three doors down, had caramel skin and a body built for sin. She taught private classes on her patio and always invited Jack to “drop in,” flashing him a teasing smile that promised more than just stretching.

And then there was Carmela across the street—dark-haired, thick-thighed, and divorced like him. She made a habit of watering her plants in sheer tops and no bra, catching Jack’s eye from across the way with a wicked smirk.

They all wanted him. Jack could feel it in their glances, their excuses, the way they said his name. And while he came here looking to be left alone… his nights were starting to feel hotter than ever.

It was just after sunset when Jack heard the soft knock on his door. He opened it to find Veronica standing there, barefoot on his porch in a silk robe that clung to every curve like it had been painted on. Her red hair was damp, cascading over one shoulder, and her skin glowed with the heat of a recent shower.

“Hey, Jack,” she purred, her voice low and teasing. “My power just went out. I was wondering if you could… help me out.”

Jack leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his eyes trailing slowly down the smooth slope of her chest to where the robe parted—just enough to make his mouth dry. “You sure it’s the power that’s out?” he asked with a smirk.

Veronica stepped closer, brushing past him as if she’d been invited. “Maybe I just needed a little… spark.”

Inside, the air was thick with tension. Jack closed the door behind her, watching her walk into his living room like she owned it. The robe swayed with every step, teasing glimpses of creamy thigh.

“You know,” she said, glancing over her shoulder, “I’ve been wondering when you were going to make a move. All these muscles, all that quiet confidence… You’ve been driving us all crazy.”

Jack stepped up behind her, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her back against the hard line of his body. “Is that so?” he murmured into her ear.

She gasped softly, arching into him. “Mmmhmm.”

And then his lips were on her neck, hands sliding over silk, pushing the robe off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet in one smooth motion. Her breasts—full, round, aching for attention—pressed against his chest as she turned in his arms, eyes dark with need.

“I knew you’d taste good,” Jack whispered, before his mouth captured hers, deep and hungry.

Veronica moaned into Jack’s mouth, her fingers tangled in his shirt, tugging, clawing at the fabric like she couldn’t get him naked fast enough. He didn’t make her wait. Jack peeled his shirt off, baring his chest—solid muscle, dusted with just enough hair to make her whimper as her palms slid over it.

Her eyes roamed him hungrily. “God, Jack… I’ve been fantasizing about this since the day you moved in.”

He grinned, cupping one of her heavy breasts in his hand, kneading it slow and deliberate while his thumb grazed her nipple. It stiffened instantly beneath his touch. “You could’ve just knocked.”

“I like a little tease,” she gasped.

He bent down, taking that perfect nipple into his mouth, sucking it deep, hard, until her knees wobbled. Veronica’s fingers threaded into his hair, holding him there, body arching into his mouth like she needed more—more tongue, more pressure, more of him.

Jack’s hands trailed down, grabbing the backs of her thighs and lifting her with ease. She wrapped her legs around him, wet and ready, grinding against the bulge in his jeans as he carried her to the kitchen counter and sat her on the edge.

“I’ve been thinking about this tight little body every night,” Jack growled, popping the button on his jeans. “Wondering how you taste…”

Veronica bit her lip, her breath hitching as he dropped to his knees. “Then find out.”

Jack didn’t need to be told twice.

He pulled her close, spreading her thighs wide, and dove in. His mouth found her soaked and swollen, and he groaned against her as his tongue swept through her folds. Long, slow licks, then faster—sucking her clit into his mouth until she was trembling, clutching his hair, crying out his name over and over like a prayer.

“Jack—Jack, fuck—don’t stop—”

He didn’t. He devoured her like he was starving, tongue and lips working her until her body tightened, legs clamped around his head, and she came hard—grinding against his mouth with a shudder that rocked her whole body.

When she finally went limp against the counter, breathless and wrecked, Jack stood up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and unzipped his jeans the rest of the way.

“You’re not done with me yet,” he said, voice thick with need.

Her eyes dropped to his cock—thick, hard, already leaking—and she reached for him with a wicked smile.

“Then give me every inch.”

Jack scooped Veronica up in his arms like she weighed nothing. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs still trembling from his tongue. He carried her down the hallway, the air thick with heat, their bodies already slick with sweat and desire.

The bedroom door creaked open, and Jack laid her down in the center of his bed—sheets rumpled, the lighting low and golden. She looked up at him with flushed cheeks, hair wild, and those perfect tits rising and falling with every breath.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Jack said, stripping off the rest of his clothes, his cock standing tall and heavy.

Veronica reached down between her legs, spreading herself for him—wet, glistening, begging. “Then take me already.”

Jack climbed onto the bed, settling between her thighs, guiding the thick head of his cock to her slick entrance. He teased her, rubbing it up and down her slit, gathering all that dripping heat before finally pressing in, slow… and deep.

“Fuck, Jack,” she gasped, eyes wide as he stretched her open.

He gritted his teeth, holding back. “You’re so damn tight.”

He sank in inch by inch, watching her mouth fall open, her fingers clawing at his back as he filled her completely. When he bottomed out, their hips flush, he paused there—just enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around him, pulsing and wet.

Then he started to move.

Slow thrusts at first, deep and grinding, his hips rolling against hers. Veronica moaned louder with every push, meeting his rhythm, her nails dragging lines down his back. Jack fucked her like he had all night—hard, deep, deliberate—his hands pinning hers above her head, his mouth on her throat, her nipple, her lips.

She wrapped her legs around him, taking him deeper, begging for more. “Harder, Jack. Give it to me. I can take it.”

And he did.

He flipped her onto her stomach, dragged her hips up, and slammed into her from behind. Skin slapping, her ass bouncing against him as she cried out with every thrust. He grabbed her hair, tugged her head back, kissed the corner of her mouth from behind while he fucked her into the mattress.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she moaned. “Wanted you.”

Jack grunted, thrusting harder, faster. “You’ve got me now, baby. All of me.”

Her moans got sharper, desperate, her body clenching around him as another orgasm built. He felt it—her pulsing, trembling, the way her legs buckled and her arms gave out.

And then she broke—screaming his name as she came around him, soaking his cock with every shudder.

Jack grabbed her hips, buried himself to the hilt, and groaned as he let go—spilling deep inside her, pulse after pulse, holding her tight while his release poured into her.

They collapsed in a breathless heap, tangled in sweat, lust, and satisfaction.

And Jack? He knew this was only the beginning.

Because Veronica wasn’t the only one in the neighborhood who wanted a taste.

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