Haze - By Andrea Wolfe Page 0,83

shivering with want as I wrapped my lips around that pulsing tip and sucked it clean, that flavor of pure manliness overwhelming my senses. I could smell how riled up he was, that musky Jack-ness something I had grown so familiar with.

I took him into the back of my throat, narrowly avoiding my gag reflex. After returning to the tip, I spiraled my tongue there and then pulled away. Licking, sucking, so wet and warm.

"God, you're so cruel," he growled. "And fucking naughty."

I leaned toward him and peppered his belly with small kisses, my hand stroking, my eyes adoring his member and his perfect, lean physique. His pubic hair was perfectly maintained, hair that was almost pillow-soft. I felt somewhat conflicted about what to do next, but then I was certain I knew the next step, knew it beyond a doubt.

My body gave me the answer.

Jack took advantage of my inaction and pushed me onto the bed, onto the small pile of my clothes. I didn't care, because I couldn't stop then. He started to kiss my inner thighs, approaching my clit that I had so painfully disregarded while pleasuring him. My mind suddenly jolted me back to reality before he went any further and I totally lost control.

"No. Fuck me now." It came out like a growl, the words from some primal part of my brain I barely understood.

"Sure." He reached toward his bag and his arm returned with a condom.

I swatted it out of his hand. "Not tonight. I need to feel everything. All of this." My chest was heaving out of control.

"Goddammit, Effie. I can't believe what you do to me."

My legs spread wide for him, his eyes hungrily surveying that part of me reserved just for him. I caught that twitch in his lip, that gentle excitement that said so much. He was riled up and ready, his erection beyond powerful.

He rubbed his cock against my slit, the moisture almost overbearing by this point. I had never been so wet in my life. His tip pressed right against my clitoris and I almost blacked out right then and there. But I fought because I needed to feel all of this.

Back and forth he grazed that tender flesh, teasing, but with forward momentum. He was rocking his hips, the motion so seamless and smooth. I knew he'd enter me at any moment, but I wasn't certain when that moment would be.

I closed my eyes and arched my back, hiding in the blank space of my mind, using my tactile abilities to the fullest instead of my eyes. And then, I felt that marvelous hardness parting me, that width that made my fingers dig into the bed and clutch, as if I were preventing a fall from the edge of a cliff.

"Jack," I moaned. He was filling me slowly, inching inward, my heart pounding rapidly in my chest. He was so big it hurt at first—it was almost as if he had gotten larger since the last time we had sex—but then the pain subsided as quickly as it had arrived. It was like a delicate blend of flavors, the ache that sweetened the pleasure.

My walls clenched him, accommodating him like there was no better place he could be. I opened my eyes to see that look of ecstasy of his face as he reached the hilt. He was all the way inside of me now; I could feel him everywhere, physically and mentally.

"I'm going to fuck you until you pass out," he growled.

I melted into his intensity and he began frantically pumping, giving everything he had to this moment. I flexed and contorted, sometimes following his lead, sometimes losing track and disrupting the flow.

His shaft ground against my clit with every movement, his angle perfect and consistent. I watched his muscles flex, his body a perfect fucking machine. My fingers crept toward my nipples until they were tweaking, the sensation the perfect complement to his intensity. Pleasure was trapped deep inside of me, raging in every direction and seeking an escape route.

Jack forced his hips against mine, holding my legs spread and moving his torso over mine. He paused for a second and then took both of my hands and pinned them against the bed with his own. I was trapped there with him, held down by his magnificent urges.

"You're gonna fucking come for me, Effie." The look on his face was like rapture.

"I know I am," I stammered.

He started jack hammering into me, the world becoming