Page 8 of Deceitful Dreams

My jaw aches, but I push past the pain. I don’t have to wait long before Wyatt shifts in his sleep again, thrusting into my mouth. I suck him down, reaching over to hold on to his balls and squeeze them gently.

He lets out a long moan, and he thrusts again. I sit up on my elbow, sliding up and down his length faster. His cock swells and I know he’s going to come. I force him down my throat till the rough patch of hair above his cock tickles my nose. He jerks, throbbing as I taste the first wave of his salty cum. My eyes squeeze shut as I knead his balls for everything he can give me. When he finally stops, I pull away and let him fall from my mouth.

Licking the last few drops of his cum off my lips, I pull his briefs over his softening cock and fall onto my back. I knead my breasts, playing with my nipples as I rock my hips against the empty air. My panties are drenched from sucking on Wyatt, wishing I could feel the weight of his body over me as he fills me.

I skim my hand down my stomach and into my underwear, gathering my wetness dripping through my slit and rubbing my swollen clit. His giant cock would hurt as he impaled me with it, but I know it would be the best feeling in the world.

The noises of my wet pussy are loud in the quiet room. The slick squish of my fingers as I pump them inside me would embarrass me normally, but I am past caring at this point. I twist my nipples as I raise my hips to meet my hand.

I imagine Wyatt fucking me hard, pounding me with his cock.

‘You like Daddy’s cock, babygirl?’ he would growl into my ear.

“Yes,” I moan back. My legs tremble as the pressure of my orgasm builds.

‘Tell Daddy where you want his cum.’

“Inside me. Please come inside me,” I cry out as I tumble over the edge at the thought of Wyatt filling me with his cum. My pussy clenches around my fingers as I fall back onto the bed, breathing loudly in short pants.

Chapter Six

Wyatt

I struggled to go back to sleep after I listened to Sophie get herself off next to me. There was a part of me that was thankful I didn’t wake up with wet underwear again, but the sounds of her gasps and little moans are going to play on repeat all day.

Please come inside me replays over and over in my head. I want to come inside her. I want to stretch her little pussy with my cock and fill it with my cum, but I can't. The amount of thoughts I have about her are already shameful.

Glancing over at her sleeping form, I memorize the curves of her body. She’s perfect, every inch of her. I want to run my hands all over, and become familiar with the softness of her body. I bet if I pulled her into my chest, she would fit perfectly.

My heart skips a beat at the thought. Sometimes people move in their sleep, that’s perfectly normal. It’s plausible that I rolled over and slung my arm over her unconsciously. Licking my lips, I shift onto my side and scoot closer. I align myself behind her where her luscious ass rests in the groove of my groin and I slide my arm over her waist.

Staying still for a few minutes, my hand hangs limply on her stomach. When I’m positive that she wasn’t jostled awake by me spooning her, I inch up her chest. I palm her breast, nearly groaning at the weight of it in my hand. I want to turn her onto her back, pull up her tank top and suck on her hard nipples.

When I’m confident that she’s still deeply asleep, I let go over her perfect mound and trail my hand down. I slip into her panties and cup her sex, letting out a sharp breath when I feel how wet she still is. My fingers skim over her folds, not playing the way I wish I could. Pulling my hand out, I suck on my fingers and my cock jerks against her ass at her tangy taste. I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting the urge to not roll her over and fuck her while she sleeps.

It takes a few minutes but I calm down enough to cup her breasts again and press against her tighter. I’m not going to touch her further; I stay like this for a while, enjoying the warmth of her body pressed on me. When the morning lights starts to peek through the blinds, I slowly slide away from her. A strange loss aches in my chest, like I am pulling away from where I am meant to be. But it’s not long before Sophie stirs awake. Her sleepy eyes blink as she stretches, and she looks over at me.

“Morning,” she mumbles.

“Good morning.”

She rolls her neck as she sits up, keeping the sheet tucked up over her chest. “What time are we leaving?”

“Wanna take the day to rest and not be cramped inside a car? They seem to have a nice pool downstairs,” I say. I don’t think I could spend a whole day cramped in a car with her. The temptation to touch her might be too great. Some space would be best for both of us.

She smiles, looking excited about the idea. “Yeah, that sounds fun. The only problem is that I don’t have a swimsuit. I didn’t think to pack one.”

“We could go buy some,” I offer. Even though she’s worried about money for our room, it’s not a worry of mine.

Her head tilts as if she’s thinking about it before she shakes it. “No, it’s okay. I have extra underwear. Unless you want to go buy some?”

I don’t have swim shorts either, but I selfishly want to see her in her bra and undies. I decline the store and offer to grab us some breakfast instead.

Sophie smiles. “I’ve always wanted breakfast in bed.”

“Well, lay back down. I’ll bring you some,” I say, standing and stretching. I can feel her eyes drag down my body. I don’t go to the gym as often as I’d like, but I know I’m fit enough to still look good.

Grabbing my sweats and a shirt, I look back at her as she buries herself back in the sheets. The only thing missing from this picture is a mess of freshly fucked hair and a flushed face.

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