The heat between her legs was sweating her vagina with wetness. As I placed her on the bed and spread her legs wide open, I started to kiss her thighs with gentle kisses. Her nipples were hard and pointy. My tongue flew all the way down to her flat stomach and then, her wet vagina. I spread her vagina lips in two as my index and my middle finger started to play with her pink clitoris. She started to get wetter and wetter. Her movements started to beg for the pleasure to show up.

Hazel was so wet. She turned me on all the way.

My tongue pulled the sensitive tip of her clitoris gently as her breathing started to destroy the inner veins from her elastic hips. I started to swirl around and around, her wetness started to get thicker in my mouth. I looked up to contemplate her sexual reaction, her eyes were closed, her mouth was half opened, her teeth were biting her upper and bottom lip, hungrily. She was enjoying the pressure in the middle of her sensitive spot. I started to roll her clitoris like wet white flour. The taste was addicting and diligent.

She grabbed my hair and started to pull it roughly as she opened her legs even more. Her stomach was going up and down due to the intense feeling, her two bones were well written below her perfect boobs. Little moans from her throat, heavy movements from her hips. She was definitely on the way to Paradise. My warm tongue melted the wetness with my saliva. I was going faster and faster. Around and around.

Without a stop sign.

Up and down. Up and down. Just like that. I was a professional eater. I squeezed my lips together inside her vagina as she curved her elastic hips in rapid rotations. She started to moan louder and louder. My real name wasn't available in her lips. She was calling me ' Daddy'. She was out of breath, she started to play with her boobs and licked the tip of her fingers, sexually. My tongue wasn't tired, I was ready to make her scream.

"Yes, Yes, yes... It feels so good..." Her voice melted from a distance as she groaned with pleasure. She was having an orgasm. A deep one. As she pulled my hair one last time with severe force, her vagina introduced the waves of her ocean in my mouth. She was so wet. It felt like I was swimming in between.

She put her hair in a bun as she flipped me on the other side of the bed and started to lick the tip of my penis slowly. Her warm tongue was long and soft. It was magical. She started to envelop half of my penis inside her mouth. Slowly, grabbed my face and covered me with wet french kisses and got atop of me.

Aroused with pleasure, I placed my hard penis inside her vagina walls gently as my hips started to go in and out. In and out slowly. The best feeling ever. Both of my hands on her boobs as she kept grinding on me continuously. The veins from my hard penis popped with deep pleasure. I started to lose myself. Her vagina felt like a white tiny mushroom in a wet cup of alcohol. She kept going up and down, up and down. Her slow rotations were amusing the power of orgasms. I kept biting her skin, squeezing her butt and destroyed every bone inside her vagina.

I switched my position.

I placed her head on the edge of the bed as her feet horizontally touched the center of the invisible air. My electric bomb penis went all in. Her vagina felt like fire but Winter at the same time. My high erection grew larger and harder. The sensation that my penis was receiving from her vagina was the most incredible feeling. Something inside her warm walls was filling me up with pleasure. My heart started to run out of beats. I had goosebumps all over my body.

Elastic rotations from her hips. Sweats all over her body.

Sweats!

Sweats!

Sweats!

Sexual sweats are the best.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She moaned. "Oh my gosh! It feels... so... damn... good..." Her broken voice melted with deep moans.

"Yes! just like that, baby!" I slapped her naked butt as I kept going faster and faster.

In and out.

.

"Oh yes, daddy! yes! yes! yes! Yes, daddy! don't... stop." Her moans captured the pleasure around my hard penis.

"I like that! Oh! Oh! Uh! Uh! Your vagina is so good..." I moaned.

We both kept moaning, joyfully. As she came, I pulled out and released an authority of tiny semen all over her body. We were both out of breath. We both enjoyed our perfect sex. Hazel has a special way to make your body scream and beg for more.

Hazel is gifted. The best I ever had.

Quick sex! Emotions and feelings, on top.

****

My favorite.

"What are you making, my love?" The smell refreshed my nose with an invisible flavor. "Please tell me you didn't burn anything." A joke crashed my throat, amusingly. "I'm hungry." I flew my hand under her red dress as she stopped me from continuing. "I don't want food, though." She knew exactly what I was talking about.

"We just had sex." She laughed. "And we just got out of the shower." She reminded me of our previous decent romantic scene in the tub. "You need real food in your stomach too. I can't be your everyday snack."

"You're my favorite, though." I wrapped my hands around her sensitive neck from behind, an evil smile burned her cheeks positively. "I'll never get tired of eating it. Your wetness is a magical juice that my tongue can't get away from." The truth melted in my voice as she turned around and gave me a dry kiss on the lips.

"You're always corny but..." Her eyes judged my dirty intentions inside her head. "But I still love you, Handsome." She caressed my face gently and pulled my upper lip with her perfect white teeth. "Can we eat now?" Her empty stomach begged my mouth to agree with her question.

"Fine," I finally agreed. "Let's eat."

As soon as we sat on the large table, with our food in front of us, a sudden knock disturbed my inner peace. Someone was at the door and to be honest, I felt lazy. I didn't have the courage to stand up and open the front door. I was comfortable, alright. I gave Jack his own key. I'm pretty sure that the personage wasn't him. It was a stranger. Who could it be? I didn't invite anyone over.

Maybe Hazel did. I don't think so, she looks shocked, herself.

"Did you invite anyone over, babe?" I questioned Hazel, discouraged. "I can't feel my legs." I groaned, faking my own pain. "Can you get it, baby?" Hazel rolled her eyes and obeyed. "Thank you, babe. You're the best." I shared a kiss in the air.

"Babe? Babe? Hawk?" As soon as Hazel opened the door, pain broke into her voice. "Come here. Right now! Jack is here."

Jack? Doesn't he have a key? Is he serious right now?

"Tell him to come over here." I threw a piece of bacon into my mouth. "I'm hungry."

"Jack is covered with blood!" Hazel yelled from a small distance. "You need to come right now." I jumped from my chair as I ran in the living room where the front door was located.

Oh' Bloody Hell! Blood all over Jack's white Tshirt.

Why is Jack covered with blood? Did he kill anyone by accident? Is he dying?

"Bro, what happened to you? Are you hurt?" Jack was speechless. His words just couldn't come out. He was shocked by something but it was hard to steal his miserable thoughts from his dark brain. "Who did this to you?"I closed the door after him as his body dropped to the cold floor. "Jack, look at me." I grabbed his face and reminded him that he was a man after all. He needed to act like one. "What happened?"

"My... My girl...friend is ..." Silent tears memorized his pain from old warm regrets. "She's... she's..."

"Cassidy?" Hazel caught his attention. "What happened to her? Is she okay?"

"Hazel..." Jack grabbed her hand. "Cassidy is dead."

"Wait, what?" Hazel's heart dropped. Her breathing got out of hand. "Are you playing with me right now? Is this a joke?"

"Hawk?" Jack called out my name. "Someone killed her."

"What?" I tried to calm him down. "Who did? Did you see anything?"

"Yes, I did," Jack confessed. "I know who killed her. She got stabbed seven times in the stomach. The last one went straight to her heart."

"Who killed her, Jack?" My jaw clenched. I squeezed my teeth against each other. The anger in my tone manifested in my body, negatively. "Who-killed-Cassidy?" I broke down my words as I tried to control my quick temper. "Who? Jack! Who killed her?" My patience was running out of flavor.

I was ready for my revenge.

Someone was messing with Jack, my best friend, my brother. My own blood. It wasn't good news in my ears.

"Who killed her, Jack?" Hazel repeated the same question. "Please, tell us."

"But why?" I questioned, confusingly. "Why would he kill her?"

"Sky knew my secret." He replied, impatiently. "He knew that I was a . He knows more than you could imagine. Christian Hills is connected to him somehow."

"What about the letter? Where is it, Jack?" I questioned him, with a curiosity mark on my forehead.

Jack's face melted with regrets and hidden secrets.