Back Witch Fire
Chapters (23)
  1. ONE
  2. THREE
  3. FOUR
  4. FIVE
  5. SIX
  6. SEVEN
  7. EIGHT
  8. NINE
  9. TEN
  10. ELEVEN
  11. TWELVE
  12. THIRTEEN
  13. FOURTEEN
  14. FIFTEEN
  15. SIXTEEN
  16. SEVENTEEN
  17. EIGHTEEN
  18. NINETEEN
  19. TWENTY
  20. TWENTY-ONE
  21. TWENTY-TWO
  22. TWENTY-THREE
  23. TWENTY-FOUR

"Jack, yes." She raised her head and looked down the length of her body at him. "If you just blow on me right now, I'll probably come.”

Jack grinned and blew gently over her sex. Mira shuddered and moaned, letting her head fall back against the mattress. He inhaled the scent of her, musky and aroused. His balls ached and his cock had gone harder than steel. This erotic torture was torture for him too.

He lowered his mouth to her sex and licked her swollen, aroused clit. "Spread your pretty thighs for me a little more," he ordered her gently.

Mira parted her legs and he slid a finger into her heat, then another, making her sigh his name as he began to thrust. Her wetness coated his fingers and her muscles clamped down, rippling and releasing.

Her body responded to the touch of his tongue and fingers. Jack used those clues to judge how close she was to coming and managed it, possessed it. When her body tensed and shuddered on the cusp of climax, he eased her from the threshold and built her back up. He did it over and over until the sweet sound of begging spilled from Mira's lips.

Jack sealed his mouth around her clit and worked his fingers around to rub over the sweet spot deep inside her. At the same time, he laved her aroused clit until Mira writhed beneath him on the bed.

"Jack," she gasped. "Please, don't stop.”

This time, he had no intention.

Mira bucked beneath his mouth and the muscles of her sex contracted and released. She cried out, her back arching. Her beautiful breasts stabbed up into the air as she rode out the waves of her climax. He never relented, keeping up his attention in order to milk every bit of pleasure from her body that he could.

Gods, she was so sexy when she came. He wanted to make her do it over and over again.

Feral and half-drugged with sexual need, he climbed up her body. She wore a languorous look on her face as she watched him advance on her. The look of a woman well satisfied. It became her. It made Jack want to keep her that way forever.

Jack settled himself between her thighs and hooked the back of her knees around his elbows, spreading her legs for him, and placed the head of his cock to her slick entrance. "I can't get enough of you," he said in a low voice. "You make me crazy. You're not too sore for this?”

Mira bit her bottom lip and shook her head.