Page 12 of Deceitful Dreams

I swipe his tip across my slit and up to my clit once, smearing my wetness and ensuring I’m in the right place before I slowly start to sink onto his cock. My chest rises and falls as I force inch after inch inside me.

“Nnghh,” Wyatt grunts out, the incomprehensible words making me pause. I’ve only taken him halfway, but the fear of him waking up has me frozen. When he doesn’t move or make another noise, I decide to get it over with and drop the rest of the way. I slap a hand over my mouth to keep the cry that almost comes out as my eyes roll back.

It hurts, he’s stretching me so full it feels like he is coming out of my belly. I lean forward, resting one palm on his chest lightly as I try to catch my breath.

Only giving myself another minute, I use his cock like my own personal dildo, rising and falling onto it. He feels so good, the warmth of him inside me as I fuck myself with his thick length is better than anything I could have imagined.

I place both of my hands on his chest, using it for balance as I move faster. His hips thrust up once, and I gasp as it pushes him deeper, the head of his cock pressing against my womb.

“Oh my god,” I whisper as we drop back onto the bed together.

Hands grab onto my waist and I glance up into the open eyes of Wyatt. The blurry daze as he blinks tells me that he’s waking up. I stay still as his fingers flex on where they’re holding onto me and his attention focuses on my naked body.

“Sophie?” The deep baritone of the hoarse voice has my pussy clenching around him.

He groans, his chest arches and his grip tightening. The hard dick stuffed in me jerks once as he blows out a long breath.

“Sophie. What’s going on?” he asks, and I shift on his lap. He lets out a low grunt, his fingers digging into my sides hard enough to render me unable to move.

“Stop fucking squirming,” Wyatt growls out.

I pout, pushing out my bottom lip. “Please? I like feeling your hard cock sliding in and out of me.”

“Jesus,” he hisses. His eyes drop to where we’re connected, and his tongue rolls over his lips.

“I’m inside your tight, sweet pussy. How’d that happen, baby?”

I shudder at his words. “You like to dream about me. I wanted to be a part of it.”

His hold softens, guiding my hips to rock over his. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Lifting, I slid up the length of him before dropping back down and stuffed full of his cock. “Then it’s not real. You’re still dreaming.”

“If I was dreaming, then you would be stripped naked so I can see your tits,” he growls, gripping my hips to move me faster.

With a quick tug, I throw my tank top across the bed. Wyatt wraps an arm around my lower back, adjusting us as he sits up and leans against the headboard. His mouth is glued to my nipple immediately, his tongue swirling around my piercing as his hand kneads my other breast.

My head falls back with a moan, my pussy clenching around him as I rock. My fingers twist into his hair as he feasts on my tits. They’ve always been sensitive, and the stimulation is building my release. His fingers squeeze my ass, pulling on my cheek as he guides me against him. It feels impossible, breathtakingly intimate the way we’re connected. It’s like we are one, with no beginning or end for either of us.

“Wyatt, I’m so close,” I pant.

He groans into my chest, his hold tightening as he thrusts up. “Come on my cock, Sophie.”

“Come with me. Come inside me,” I plead, increasing my pace. Wyatt grunts, both of his hands dropping to grip my ass as he thrusts with me. His face is buried between my breasts and our movements are erratic and jerky. My fingers fall to dig into his back, leaving marks as I shake.

Dots line my vision as I cry out with my release. I hold on to him tightly as Wyatt pushes his cock up into me with a few more deep strokes, and then he’s trembling with me. My pussy floods with the warmth of his cum.

“Oh fuck,” he moans. His hands dig into my flesh to the point I know I’ll bruise. “God, you’re dripping all over me.”

“I’m so full of you,” I say back, the shakiness of my voice making it as low as a whisper.

Wyatt shudders. “You like my cum in you?”

“Mhmm,” I hum, resting my cheek on top of his head. I let out a squeak when he rolls us over. He looms over me with his hands on either side of my face, staring down at me. His hips rock once, and I feel the twitches of his cock hardening.

“I think you have room for another load,” he whispers, his heated eyes trailing to my breasts as he thrusts hard.

Chapter Eight

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