Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Not so this time, when the sensation of Colt’s hand cupping one of my breasts while gently sucking the other is so intense, so real. “Oh god,” I somehow manage to moan. It doesn’t come out clearly, but I guess that doesn’t matter in a dream, either. He understands, and he chuckles a little before turning his attention to the other breast, gently sucking on my nipple, rolling his tongue around it in slow, sensual circles that make me lift my hips and grind against him.
“Let’s see if you taste as good as you look.” The next thing I know, I feel his lips on my inner thigh. I want to reach down and push him away, but I also want to spread my legs wider because that feels incredible. Featherlight kisses that make my nerves dance and sizzle, pulling moan after moan from me. I’m sinking deeper and deeper into the blissful sensations, and why not? Why fight it? Don’t I deserve to feel good, even if it’s only in a dream? It’s been so long since I’ve felt good, and never at Colt’s hands, that’s for sure. I don’t even know why I’m having a dream about him, of all people.
His breath is hot against my sensitive skin. “Such a pretty pussy,” he whispers, almost too soft for me to hear, but just that burst of air makes me shudder. It’s like my whole body is tuned into his every move, every touch, every word.
And then something warm touches my bald lips, and I almost lose myself to the intensity of the pleasure rolling through me. I can’t help but reach down to touch the back of his head and run my fingers through his hair, and he seems to like that because he moans, and the vibrations feel so good. It’s all so good. Whatever he’s doing or whatever I think he’s doing, there needs to be more of it. Much more.
“Yes… Colt…” It’s so good, and I want to feel good, even if none of it is real. Maybe it’s knowing it isn’t real that lets me let go and focus on the way my body is acting, the way it feels like I’m floating down a river of warm honey, sweet, washing over me with every lap of Colt’s tongue.
“You taste so sweet. Like honey.” Wasn’t I just thinking about honey? Of course, he’s saying the words I’m thinking. It’s my dream, after all. I wonder if he knows what I’m thinking now when I grind my hips, desperate to get to the finish. I’m so close, the familiar tension building, growing until it’s ready to consume me. I’m ready to be consumed.
And then he flicks his tongue across my clit over and over, lightning fast, and I explode. My thighs tighten around his head, and I ride it out, wave after wave of bliss rolling over me until my body finally relaxes and goes limp again.
Only it doesn’t stop. I expect to wake up or at least for the dream to end and move into something else, but instead, I feel his lips against my thighs again, then moving up over my stomach, my breasts, and my throat. “I love making you come,” he whispers in my ear before kissing my cheek, then covering my mouth with his. I even think I taste some of myself on him as he kisses me over and over, his tongue probing my mouth, exploring. He’s reigniting my hunger, stirring the fire that was starting to go out, bringing it back to life.
“Let me inside you,” he whispers between kisses, groaning helplessly when our bodies brush and his hard dick rubs against my leg. “I want to be inside your pussy.”
“Yes,” I whisper, spreading my legs wider to make room for him as he settles between them.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, Colt…” I don’t know what’s happening anymore. I don’t care. I don’t want it to stop, even if it is all in my head. Not when it feels like my body is like a wire being pulled tight, so tight I’d snap at the slightest touch. I need that release again. I need to feel filled, whole.
The pressure from him nudging against my pussy is intense—but it’s nothing compared to when he pushes himself inside me, stretching my channel so wide that, for a moment, all I can think about is the pain.
I somehow manage to lift my hands to his chest, feeling his skin under my palms. “It hurts,” I whimper, making him stop.
“Shhh, you’re doing good,” he soothes, peppering featherlight kisses across my face. “Just relax, and I promise it won’t hurt after this.”
He moves slowly, the way I need him to, in and out, and that delicious friction makes me moan while he breathes heavy against my neck.