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Tyler
My eyes flew open, and I was gripping my rock-hard dick in my hands.
Again.
The sun was barely rising, and the birds squawking outside sounded happier than they needed to be at this time of the morning.
Frustrated only with myself, I groaned out into the hollow space of the room.
Marisa Atkins had been seducing me.
But only in my dreams.
For the past three days, she preoccupied my daydreams as I berated myself for denying myself the immediate pleasure of taking her home that night.
For the past three nights, she haunted my nocturnal dreams as I imagined what it would be like to be inside her.
I didn’t mind that she’d been consuming my reveries, but it was driving me crazy, and it was my own damned fault.
I couldn’t believe how fucking stupid I was. I was beginning to question my sanity. My decision-making skills were at an all-time low. And now, laying here at five in the morning, dick in my hand, images of Marisa still fresh in my mind, I was questioning why I did this to myself.
Why didn’t I just go home with her when I had the chance?
Because I didn’t want to let her call the shots.
Did I actually make up a lie that I had to leave to save face? To try to remain in control of the situation? So I wasn’t a chump? So I wasn’t the one playing right into her hands? So I didn’t look as desperate as I was feeling right now, wanting to be inside her?
Damn fucking right.
I wasn’t going to let Marisa be the one controlling this situation.
I rolled my eyes back and shut them.
I might not want her to be the one holding control over me, but she was. Because here I was, about to come on my hand instead of inside her.
I could imagine how she’d sound when she moaned. Her sounds would be throaty, heavy, and sexy.
I could almost feel how she’d straddle me. The weight of her body on mine, her nipples rubbing against my bare chest as she rode me. The way her dark-brown eyes would get hazy as I pounded into her. How she’d taste.
Fuck if I wasn’t imagining all of that as I worked my hand over my cock. With my eyes closed and my dream still fresh in my mind, I pushed the fact that my hand was doing the job that I wished Marisa was. I brought it up over the tip and tightened my grip as I ran it back down. I was already in a mind-fuck frenzy from my dream, my precum the perfect lube for me as I imagined her wet heat. I imagined her legs tightening against me as I squeezed my dick and worked my hand up and down. Every flash of my dream was taunting me, teasing me. And I knew she’d be wet and tight. I knew how it would feel as I filled her up, stretching her as I pushed myself inch by inch into her sweet heat.
It was so clear in my mind that I could hear her moans and feel her arousal as it tightened around me. I was pulling out and plunging back into her, the heat and pleasure palpable. Over and over again, I was moving in and out of her. Her thighs were tight against my hips. Her nails were scratching down my chest. She was dripping her wetness down my balls as I thrust into her again and again. Over and over.
It was so surreal, Marisa and I coming together, our moans and groans echoing off the walls. And the anticipation of the reality of it all brought me to the brink. My stomach muscles clenched, my balls tightened, and my legs tensed as my dick begged for release. I could feel the insides of her pussy pulsing around me, coming all over me. I groaned out as hot come spurted over my fingers and all over my hand.
If booty-call Hump Day sex with Marisa was anything like what I just imagined, it was going to be incredible.
