Haze - By Andrea Wolfe Page 0,26

as I felt his fingers crawling under the elastic of my panties, my mind anticipating what would come next.

Jack kissed down my front, starting beneath my breasts until his face was just centimeters away from my clitoris. I could feel his hot breath against that sensitive flesh, and it drove me wild. He kept one hand on my breast as he started licking me with such delicate aggression, tweaking my nipple in rhythm with his tongue.

I was literally overcome by sensation, my back arching to push my pelvis even closer to him. Keeping the back part of his tongue on my clit, he parted my lips with the tip, tasting the juices that had accumulated there. I could tell he was savoring what he had found, his low groans vibrating against my flesh.

"Your pussy tastes so sweet," he remarked. In one swift motion, he was up against my face, kissing me even deeper than he had before. I lustfully kissed back, accepting his gift. Tasting my own flavor made my head spin—well, that, and Jack's masterful, animalistic efforts.

As quickly as he arrived, he was down below again, spiraling his tongue against that tight bundle of nerves. I continued moaning as the room slowly began to spin. He parted me with his fingers now, pressing against my walls with artificial curiosity because he knew exactly where to go.

His fingers against that button inside of me, my legs wrapped around his head and hand as if they were capturing him, doing their best to ensure he could never stop doing what he was doing to me.

I couldn't hold out, his efforts barraging me with pleasure, pushing me toward sexual heights I'd never explored. "Let yourself go, Effie. Come for me."

His request was too much for any amount of self-discipline. I came just like that, my toes curling, my back arching to new extremes. My muscles tightened in waves while my vision blurred. I called out his name, thanking him, damning him for spoiling me so much. I could never come back from something like this, could I?

Jack's lips and tongue followed me through my climax, mirroring my intensity perfectly. When it had slowed, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Holy shit," I said. I was filled with the need to reciprocate; to touch him as he had touched me.

I repositioned myself on the bed and ran my hands down his front, caressing his cock through his boxers. It pulsed with every beat of his heart. I pulled the boxers down at once, revealing his hugeness, eyeing it hungrily. The size was a little intimidating, no lie.

"Not tonight," Jack said. I didn't quite know what he meant.

Suddenly, he pulled away, his hands digging in a drawer and then closing it. I heard the sound of foil tearing and then saw him rolling a condom onto that beautiful shaft of his. Seconds later, he was using his full weight to push me against the bed, dominating me with his superior strength. It was exactly what I wanted.

"I'm going to make you come all over me," he said, his width parting me as the last word left his lips. I gasped, truly feeling how big his erection was. He was inside me now, pushing deeper, the initial pain so worth it due to what would come next. My walls flexed around him, stretching to accommodate his superior size.

"Look into my eyes, Effie." He kept going deeper, reaching parts of me no man had ever reached. I could tell he loved that strain on my face, the tension as we fit our bodies together in the hottest way possible. I watched him dutifully, giving myself to him because I wanted to more than anything in the world.

He started to rock his hips with aggression, with such carnal intent. It felt so good, so utterly divine. I let out tiny gasps now and then, my mind unable to form any real words at all. Our bodies were coated with sweat by this point, and I didn't care one bit. Jack didn't seem to mind either.

"You're so tight, Effie. So perfect." The words just bounced off of me since I could barely process them.

Jack's thrusts kept getting deeper and deeper, his cock almost falling out of me and then plunging all the way back in to the hilt. He was pressing against my g-spot again with each thrust, his shaft regularly brushing my clit.

I usually had to wait a short while between orgasms, but