Haze by Andrea Wolfe (best motivational books for students txt) 📕

"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 a blur. My ears were ringing while my vision seemed to fog up, as if I had been wearing glasses in the dead of winter and just stepped inside a sauna. I couldn't touch myself, couldn't escape him at all. My breasts shook against my chest with every thrust, every movement that he gave exclusively to me.

I was climbing toward that peak, climbing with him perfectly. I writhed against that bed as the sounds of sex continued to fill the air.

And then I crossed the line. The air rushed out of me, my voice filling the room immediately with screams of ecstasy. My heart was in overdrive, my nipples hard enough to cut glass. Jack was groaning, pushing himself toward that point so we would share it together. So it could be ours.

"Godammit, don't stop!" I was raging inside, the world an almost forgotten concept. "I need to feel you come!"

His back tightened and then he groaned, the sound like a prayer. "Fuck!" he screamed out, the word so raw and desperate. His hands clenched tightly against my wrists—and I could go nowhere. Perfect.

Release spilled into me, jolting me up into another orgasmic peak. Nothing was between us this time. It was just him and me, Jack and Effie. His seed went deep into me, my pussy gulping up everything he could offer. I felt every twitch of that unfiltered, raw sex happening right inside of me.

I had wanted this—and it had turned out to be exactly what I wanted.

The sight of him continued my frenzy of bliss. His scrunched features, his closed eyes, his sweat-stained forehead. He kept me held there against the bed, all his. My orgasm just wouldn't seem to stop.

His hips continued to fuck his release into me until finally we were spent together. I could feel him softening inside of me, his body relaxing in waves. Everything about me felt tingly and new. He released his grip on my wrists.

Jack collapsed, my body breaking his fall, kissing me, cupping my breasts again like they were shaped exactly for his hands. He touched me all over, his fingers just gazing the surface of my skin. I felt so savored, so appreciated.

"You're fucking beautiful, I mean it. Once I start looking at you, I can't stop."

I didn't know what to say. I kissed him again and again, as if doing it repeatedly would make something different happen. He was the first man that had ever done that inside of me, the first man I’d ever given my whole self to.

"Thank you," I whispered. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"I know," he said jokingly.

We both smiled and cuddled in the afterglow. And despite my former fatigue, we made love one more time before falling asleep.

Chapter 15

"I swear I won't be gone long," Jack said. He was playing with his collar in the mirror, toying obsessively with it, as if he believed he could make himself look better than he already did. Wrong, Jack.

"It looks just fine." I was lying on the bed in my robe, the top intentionally left wide open so he could enjoy the view. I kept noticing his eyes dropping down as we talked and it made me giggle.

He was heading out to meet briefly with some industry people, a necessarily evil.

Signing forms, as he had called it. I hadn't wanted to ask him if he was finalizing a deal. I didn't want to think about that right now at all. Last night had been so breathtakingly perfect. Stacy Levons and then mind-blowing sex.

And after he got back, we were going out with Stacy again! Part of me wanted to get a picture with her to post on Facebook—you know, showing off my "rare celebrity encounter." But I was starting to heed Jack's advice and realize that it wasn't such a big deal. She was great and ultra-talented, but she was just another person. Honestly, with their history together, I'd always have front row access, it seemed.

Plus, she gave me her email address. Way too cool.

He had invited me to come along, but really, I just wanted to sit out on the patio and watch the drunk people stumble around by the pool. If he wasn't going to be long, I had no problem with waiting, quietly sitting with my thoughts.

"Effie, don't worry about anything. This has to do with my back catalog. One label bought out another and now I'm getting the full rights back. Nobody owns me but me."

"And me," I said jokingly.

"Right. But this is awesome," he said. "Giving up those rights is what cost me a lot at the beginning."

"So now you're gonna get to have two jets?" I waggled my eyebrows at him.

He gave me a smile, one that would have won over any person looking at him, male or female. "It's more like artistic progress than anything else. Reclaiming