Page 58 of Firefly Effect

Her gaze flutters up to mine, her doe-eyed look only making me swell even bigger. But she doesn’t respond. Instead, she continues peeling down my boxer briefs, kneeling as they hit the floor. Then she takes my cock in her small hands, pushes it up so it almost hits my stomach, and licks me from the base to the tip in one slow, confident move.

My cock jumps in her hands, making her bat her lashes up at me again. She’s doing this on purpose. Teasing me. Tempting me while purposely not saying the words she knows I want to hear.

“Evie.” Her name is a warning through gritted teeth.

A hint of a smile tilts her pretty pink lips before her tongue circles my tip, but when her mouth wraps around my crown and her eyes roll back into her head, I’m completely done for. There’s no fucking way I’m stopping her now.

My jaw hangs open, watching it all play out, not wanting to pinch myself awake from this dream. I’ve almost forgotten the feeling of having a beautiful woman on her knees, worshipping me. Then again, there has never been a woman like Evelyn Vaughn.

“You have the sexiest mouth.” I manage to squeeze out the words through my tightening throat.

As if in reward, she wraps my cock with her dainty fingers, surprising me with their strength. Then she strokes me slowly, rolling my skin toward her mouth as her lips stretch wider the deeper I go. Once she gets started, she’s seemingly relentless in her mission to kill me, taking me toward the back of her throat until I feel the collision.

Her hands work my shaft, fast and furious, while she slides me in and out of her mouth. The closer she brings me to the peak, the more my brain fogs and my muscles tighten. As much as I want to throw her on the bed and fuck her raw right now, I’m terrified any sudden movement will ruin the entire thing. So I let her gag on my cock until my orgasm breaks free.

Evie releases me from her mouth as streams of liquid sex coat her lips, chin, and neck. I reach for her stretchy top and yank it down along with her bra, boosting her breasts. Then my other hand covers hers and guides my cock down to her heaving breasts, decorating her with every ounce of myself.

When I’m done, I reach for the back of her neck and help her to stand, then I crush her mouth with mine. Fuck, if I don’t get inside this woman soon, I might just die.

“What are you doing to me?” I whisper against her lips.

Her body quivers. “I wanted to thank you.”

I raise my brows, confused. “For?”

“For giving me an emotional connection I never thought I deserved.”

She lets out a shaky breath, and I hold her tighter. When I find her lips again, I take my time sinking into them, appreciating them, committing the feel of them to memory.

Once I’ve worshiped her mouth enough, I slide my lips to her ear. “Get on the bed, Evie.”

I’m still half delirious with pleasure, but there’s no way I’m not repaying the favor. She obeys, getting on the bed and leaning back on her elbows, her beautiful nipples stiff with arousal.

Now it’s my turn to get on my knees. I situate myself between her legs and reach for her skirt. As I peel it off and throw it to the floor, I take a long, appreciative look. Her pussy is already glistening, her arousal unmistakable, and I don’t waste a second before I lean down to take a sweeping taste.

Landing on her clit, I flutter my tongue and wrap my arms around her legs. With a gentle push, I spread her wider, forcing her open in the most vulnerable position. My flicking pauses while I lap her up, and when I find her clit again, I suck it into my mouth. Her moan is soft but oh-so-guttural. I look up to find her lids half closed and her abs clenching, then her hips begin to move up and down, bringing her closer to my mouth.

She loves when I devour her. I learned that in the bounce house. And while I thought she was being timid then, those moans and that orgasm left a lasting impression. They kept me up late into the night while I pleasured myself to the memory. But that night had been dark, unlike now. Now, I get to witness her body come alive at my touch, and it’s the best fucking thing in the world.

Her hands feather up her body and slide over her breasts. She plays with them roughly as her hips gyrate, her pussy slipping and sliding against my tongue. Her nipples are so hard that when she takes them between her fingers and pinches, my cock instantly begins to harden again.

“You’re s-so g-good with your t-tongue,” she moans through stuttered breaths.

If she only knew what that compliment just did to my cock. I cover as much of her pussy as I can with my mouth before flicking my tongue against it, licking her clit until her breaths become pants and her moans become groans. Then I flip my wrist and sink two fingers deep inside her, hooking inside in just the right spot to bring her to the edge.

Her hips buck and her palms flatten against her breasts. A half moan, half scream slips out into the air, making me wonder how much a full bar of patrons below would hear if Firefly were open at this hour. But I don’t have much time to think about what-ifs before Evie’s pussy pulses, tightening around my fingers so hard she just might leave bruises.

When she starts to relax, I slip my fingers out. My jaw drops when I see her fluids soaking my hand while more spreads out around her cunt. So fucking hot. And just when I’m thinking about how I can relieve this new ache between my legs, she sits up, grabs my hand, and tugs me onto the bed.

“I need you to fuck me now, Linc.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY

EVELYN

I just called him Linc when I’ve only ever heard Francine use that nickname, but it doesn’t faze me. In the moment, it just felt right. The man is on a roll with these orgasms, his tongue so far proving to be the best weapon he wields. But I want more. I need him inside me. And I need to feel him completely bare.

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