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“That’s it. A little more. You’re almost there aren’t you, sweet girl?”
“Yes,” I whisper into his neck. It feels too good. There’s no stopping.
“I’ll always take care of you, Delia. In so many ways. Your pussy will always be my priority. As will your heart, your body, your mind. All of you. Now rub that clit like a good girl on my cock. Imagine all the things I’m going to do to you someday. My mouth will devour you. I’ll bend you over and lick my way from that sweet gushing opening to your tight puckered asshole, all while you beg me for more.” His hands reach around and dig into my backside as he groans, pushing me roughly back and forth, faster and faster, until another climax blinds me.
Stars dance, flickering like white Christmas lights behind my lids as I jerk on the steel thickness of this dream man that’s invaded my subconscious.
“Very good.” He pinches my chin, kissing me gently. “You are the devil’s temptress, Delia.”
I’m still spinning, catching my breath as I feel him lift me, and then we are back in the bed, the heavy softness of the comforter pulled up over my shoulders.
I turn to see him standing there, watching me.
“Don’t go,” I beg. “I don’t want it to be over.”
“Shhh.” He kisses the side of my hair and I start to drift into darkness. “It is far from over.” He strips off his clothes down to black boxers and slips in the bed behind me, pulling me against his chest. “I’ll be right here. Nothing will hurt you. Sleep now, sweet one. I will be there in your dreams.”
I feel warm and comforted as I drift off. How can a dream feel so real? How can this apparition make me feel…loved?
Because he does.
Chapter 8
Silas
The chill in the room returns and I pull her closer to me, listening to her soft breathing as I try to regain some grip on reality.
What have I done? I don’t know what this girl has done to me but I just might be losing my mind. How could she be the one? I gave up long ago any hope there was that one, that someone special made just for me, but as soon as I saw her step out of that limo, then when my lips touched hers, all my hope returned in a rush that felt like old promises finally kept.
I didn’t dare take off my boxers. It was a small thing, but without them, I was sure I’d roll her over and drive into her in one full thrust, awake or asleep, thinking I’m a dream or a demon or whatever. I’d have no control.
I don’t sleep for a second, it’s something I no longer need.
I rock slowly into her plump ass hoping for relief. Her cheeks are soft on either side of my dick, and when my erection escapes the opening of my boxers, and her warm flesh nearly makes me shoot off right there…I know I’m not going to last long.
I grit my teeth, thinking of all the things I want to do with her. To her. But I need to be patient. I’ve already reached down between her legs a dozen times since she fell asleep, bringing my wet fingers to my face, breathing in her scent and sucking her delicious flavor from each one, hoping it would calm me.
It didn’t.
It’s not enough. I need my mouth on her. As much as fucking her would be heaven and my balls feel like lead weights ready to pump every drop of semen deep into her fertile womb, there will be time.
She stirs, a soft moan on her perfect lips as she rolls into me, her breasts against my chest, and I nearly lose it when her hands drift down. My cock is now nestled between her drenched pussy lips, her thighs warm and tight against the shaft.
It’s impossible, but my cock gets harder, the head swelling, the tip seeping cum as we start to rock together, my length slipping in and out of her inner thighs. I groan with the effort of holding back, of keeping myself under control.
She mumbles something into my shoulder as I run my hand down her back. “What did you say, sweet one?”
“I want to be yours.”
My world explodes. She may not even realize I’m real but somewhere deep down she knows she belongs to me. And something inside me feels warm, a new purpose forming in my center.
I fuck between her legs harder, daring myself to slip inside, but I don’t. I want her with me for that moment and I bury my face into her neck as her hands glide down, slipping around the base of my shaft, giving it a squeeze.
Fuck.
“Who are you?”
I tip my head back to see her eyes open again, wide and trusting, and there’s a vibration down in my bones when I answer.
