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"This is a dream." I nod to no one. "This has to be a dream because I feel dreamy."

"You're going to feel even better when I'm done, dreamy," the voice replies in a sultry tone.

I try looking around to see where it's coming from, who it is, and I see no one. It could be a commercial. When did I put on porn?

My eyes focus on the TV where a man and woman are fucking like their life depends on it.

"This is a good one. Look at how pink her pussy is." I point, or at least, I feel like I'm pointing. But glancing down at my arm it feels like dead weight. Fuck, everything feels heavy.

"You like pussy, don't you?" a woman says. I'm not sure if it's from the figment of my imagination waltzing around my apartment, or the woman taunting her lover on the screen.

"I love pussy. I've just had the best pussy of my life, believe it or not. I wish I tasted it." I sigh and find myself pouting.

"Aww, poor baby. Let me help you out of these." A flash of blonde hair moves in front of me, lowering themselves to slip my pants off.

"Thank you. Are you a sex fairy?" I ask her.

"No."

"What kind of magic did you do on me?"

"First, I tased you. Shocking, I know. Then, you were a bit out of it so I helped you inside. You said your mouth was dry, so I handed you a beer with a little extra kick to it. You're likely feeling the effects of a little gift Anderson brought me after leaving Chanel."

I gasp, exaggerating my surprise. "Naughty Natalie. You're no fairy. You're up to no good."

It's the last words I tell her as she wraps her hand around my cock. The way she strokes it up and down has my erection getting harder and harder. My head is spinning, pulsing along to the beat of my pulse. My heart feels like I'm running a marathon, and my body is sensitive to the touch.

Soon, Natalie's grip on my cock gets tighter. She's stroking it harder, faster, and I can't stop it.

"Get off me," I tell her. "You don't do this to me. I do this to?—"

I can't finish my thought as my entire body tenses with the pending climax.

"Oh no, you don't. I'm not through with you yet, Tyler." There's anger in her voice. I don't think I've ever been so turned on by a woman before, but the feeling of helplessness isn't warm and fuzzy.

She pinches something around the base of my cock. I can feel the tension building, but my release is fleeting. I can't come.

The warmth of her mouth covering the tip of my cock makes me moan. It also helps me shake off whatever she put in my beer. My hands can move, but it's like dragging boulders as I finally grip the back of her head.

Natalie's eyes widen once my hands are in her hair. "You should have listened to me, Natalie."

I grip her hair tight, pulling her face toward the base of my cock, forcing her to choke on it. Instead of gagging, she moans.I continue moving her head up and down over my erection. When I pull her off to look her in the eyes, she winks, spits on the tip, and goes back down for more.

I don't need to force her as she's enjoying herself. Still, this isn't right. This isn't the way things are supposed to be between us. Right?

Fuck, this is twisted how much we're enjoying this shit together. Hell, if I'm not coming any time soon, I might as well make it worth her time and effort.

I try pulling her face away from my cock, but she grunts her refusal. Natalie closes her eyes and starts a twisting motion in her mouth that brings a tear to my eye. I want to come down her throat so bad, but I can't. It's getting me to the point of rage. I need to let this load go.

I want to taste her. I want to fuck her. I'm claiming every orgasm of hers from now on. She's going to belong to me whether she wants it or not.

CHAPTER 5

Natalie

The minute I enjoy myself, I lose all purpose for this stupid act. Honesty means acknowledging that I'm a bit fucked in the head. The way Tyler masters my body and orgasm without knowing me at all in an intimate manner has my mind spinning. The urgent need he has for me, for my body, is a feeling I crave.

Tyler pulls my face away, and it's clear the drugs are wearing off. There's a fire in his eyes as he stands, penis jutting out in front of him. He roars with anger? Excitement? I'm not sure which emotion is surging through him when he lifts me off the floor and tosses me over his shoulder.

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