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It’s a sex dream. Sex is inevitable. A dick like that would rip me apart in real life, but as hot and ready andwetas I am right now? He’ll fit.
He has to.
“Give it to me,” I murmur, shaking my hair out as he lays me down on the bed. “I want it.”
Lord help me, I want this monster.
He doesn’t answer. At least not with words, he doesn’t. He grunts, then climbs up on the bed, moving between my open legs.
For one terrible moment, he looks down at me like he doesn’t know what to do next. That can’t be right. In my dreams, my monster is like an incubus. He visits me, pleasures me, and makes me realize that no human man would ever compare to him.
But then he lines our bodies up, slowly feeding his cock inside of my waiting pussy, and I exhale a sigh of relief.
“Yes,” I breathe out next. “Yes. This is what I want.Yes.”
He grunts again, pushing a little more. Waiting to see if I can take it, if I can takehim, he searches my face. I guess he’s proud of what he sees because the monster smirks before shoving himself the rest of the way in.
Once seated, he starts slow, rocking in and out of me as though getting used to the motion. Once he finds a rhythm that feels good to both of us, he picks up speed. A few short shallow thrusts before he pulls all the way out, slamming back in, he keeps one hand on my hip.
The other inches up my side, moving slowly until he’s able to palm my entire tit in his big hand. He rubs one claw against my tight nipple and I gasp. I can feel his hand on my skin, but the claw? It’s almost completely intangible. Just a whisper of heat that has me just about begging for him to do that again.
He doesn’t. I’m not even sure he hears my keening whine over the slap of our bodies together and his frantic breath. Above me, his face is screwed up in concentration.
Pulling out, he twists his hips, finding his way back inside of me at a new angle.
He hits the exact spot to set me off. Clutching my sheet with my fingers, the coil that had been building low in my got snaps as I start to come.
I’ve barely finished when he follows right behind me.
I’m not prepared for it. Probably because I’ve never gotten this far in a sex dream before. Usually, right when I’m about to come, I wake up, feeling achy and unsatisfied. That he managed to get me to climax from penetration alone just proves this is a dream, even if it’s not my normal one.
But for him to throw back his horned head and howl as he nuts inside of me? Can’t lie, my sexy dreams are on freaking point because I’ve never seen or heard anything so damn hot before in my life. Like his orgasm snuck up on him and, with a masculine roar, he wants the whole of Jericho to know that he was experiencing it.
His groin is pushed flush against mine. Dreaming or not, I realize that the monster has me taking every inch of him as he shoots his load, determined not to let a single drop of his come escape as he bucks up into me.
And he’s not wearing a condom.
I mean, right? Beside the fact that I’m not sure how to go about putting a rubber on a shadow monster, I don’t think CVS sells a jumbo demon size.
Good thing this isn’t really happening. I’ve never had unprotected sex before. I always told Tyler I wouldn’t until we were actively trying for kids, and it was more twist of the knife when he pulled out of Hallie and I saw him fucking her bareback.
Well, it’s my turn to get pounded with nothing between me and my dream lover. With his temperature being so much hotter than mine, I almost swear that I can feel him filling me up, though that could just be the sensation of his shadowy figure taking me inside of him at the same time as his dick is still parked inside of me.
Because he is. He’s still hard, too. Nutting once didn’t do anything to deflate his erection which, hey, makes sense. Why would I conjure up a dream lover who was a two-minute man?
Especially since I’m inexplicably attracted to his more monstrous form. He’s the male I’ve dreamed of before, and when he shifts again, I’m gazing up at him.
I thought I was stuffed before. That’s nothing compared to now.
He murmurs something but I’m a little preoccupied, adjusting to the new sensation of being as full as possible. I feel like a butterfly pinned to a board. I don’t think I could move if I tried.
I don’t have to.
Cradling me in his brawny arms, the monster lifts me up by my back, shifting our positions so that I’m on top now.
That helps. I can decide the pace, rising up when I’m ready which, because I’m still dreaming, is much sooner than I ever would in real life. My body stretches to accommodate his monster dick, my cream coating the dark red length as I rise up, then let my body weight guide back down on him.
As I move faster, turning it into a bounce, I swivel my hips, leaning forward so that my swollen clit dances over his taut lower belly.
