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TATIANA

The dream was vivid.

It felt so good.

God, I could have an orgasm from this.

I didn't want to wake up, not when I felt firm hands pushing my thighs wide apart.

Not when the sensation of warm breath, followed by a wet tongue sliding against my pussy, felt this incredible.

I thought I moaned, or maybe it was his gruff voice vibrating against the most sensitive part of me, a part of my body only Gio had ever seen.

And as I thought about the man in question, he lifted his head from between my legs and grinned. But in my dream, he looked like the fighting machine he’d been in the underground cage match.Instead of a mask, his face was painted like a vicious skull, all sharp lines of black and white that made him seem even more frightening than normal.

Stay asleep, my voice whispered inside my mind.Don’t wake up and have this fantasy vanish.

Gio went back to touching me, stroking his big hands that were rough and scarred along my body. He forced my thighs open even wider so he could wedge his broad shoulders between them and go back to devouring my pussy.

“So sweet,” his voice growled in my head.

He moved his palms along the underside of my thighs and cupped my ass, lifting my lower half so my pussy was fully in his face.

My breasts were sensitive, my nipples tingling. It felt so good. I’d never had a dream feel so real.

I arched my back as he feasted on my pussy in the best of ways.

His growl of pleasure against my delicate flesh drew me closer to the edge.

“I want your orgasm to cover my face. I want your nectar dripping off my lips so I can lick it off and swallow every drop.”

My pleasure grew to a fever pitch. I reached out and gripped his hair, the short, black strands so softbetween my fingers, softer than I ever imagined they would be.

He lapped at me, sucked on my clit, and pushed a thick finger deep into my body. My inner muscles clenched around the digit, drawing him farther in.

“Sweet girl,” he growled. “Non ne ho mai abbastanza. Sei la mia dipendenza, Tatiana, e non voglio mai affrontare l'astinenzfa.”I can't get enough. You're my addiction, Tatiana, and I never want to go through withdrawals.

And then he finger-fucked me and sucked on my clit at the same time. I came with his words echoing in my head, even though I knew not what they meant. But just the lyrical sound of his Italian in that deep voice had me drowning in pleasure.

It was then I opened my eyes, reality sneaking back into my consciousness.

I saw a massive body between my legs. Tan skin. Hard muscles. So many tattoos.

He lifted his gaze and stared at me as he continued to lap at my slit. Eyes that I knew were blue looked inky-black in the nighttime shadows.

I hadn’t been dreaming.

Gio was in my room. He was eating me out and growling like a primal animal.

“You taste so fucking good.Christ… so good,” he said against me, making me shudder.

The more awake I became, the more surreal this entire experience seemed.

Clearly, he'd gotten around the guards and broke into my apartment.

To suck on my pussy while I was asleep.

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