Page 328 of Bad for Me

An hour later, I’ve finished my mug of hot chocolate, and I’m slipping out of reality into the dream world.

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The man has no face.But his hands and tongue work magic on me. Gentle strokes of his fingers along my thighs, tingling my skin. “Please.” I whimper as he pulls my panties down.

“Such a good girl.” God, I’ve never been one for the word girl, but the way he says it makes me so hot. Wetness gushes through my lips, and he chuckles.

“Someone has a praise kink.” He doesn’t give me time to respond. No. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I close my eyes.

My goodness, it feels so good.

My breathing gets faster as he pushes three rough fingers into me. I’ve never been this far stretched before, and I scream out in pleasure and pain. He’s got my hands tied above my head, and I push my hips into his face, wanting to get closer to him. The ache to run my fingers through his scruffy hair is driving the pleasure higher.

“Naughty girl.” He moves away from me, and I cry out in despair.

“No. I’ll be good. Please don’t stop.” Again, he chuckles, and it runs down my spine, causing my nipples to harden. I’ve never had a wet dream like this before. Sure, I’ve had them, but this is something so different.

“Do you want me to fill you up?” I hear his zipper lowering, and I spread my legs. My want overshadows my shyness or morals at this point. I’d sell my soul to have him take me. Make me his and only his.

“Good answer.” He thrusts into me without any preamble, and I gasp.

“Fuck.” I moan, and he puts a hand over my mouth.

“Good girls, don’t use bad language.” I don’t argue. His control over me is everything. Nodding my head, he smirks down at me. I wish I could see his face better. But that mouth is enough for now.

He pounds into me at a harsh, fast pace, and I meet his thrusts.

I want more.

So much more as his mouth descends onto my nipples and starts sucking.

“Yes.” I moan continually as he hits that perfect spot inside of me. “Please. Oh. Please.”

I’m to the point of whining for my orgasm as he bounces my body against him. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, Rosie?”

How does he know my name?

I don’t know him. That’s not fair.

The dream fades, and I call out to him. My pleasure ebbs; I blink my eyes and darkness meets me. But not for long. I can see the fire behind my eyes.

“Hello, Rosie.” The voice whispers seductively toward me, and I moan. I don’t know where the voice is coming from, but it coaxes me to open my eyes and fully see what is going on.

As I do, the hand on my mouth clamps down, and I scream. It…it wasn’t a dream. There’s a man on top of me, and I’m naked. His cock. Oh man, I can feel it pulse inside of me.

“That’s right, you slut. You weren’t dreaming, and you are fucking a stranger.” He grits out those brash words in my ear as he moves in and out of me.

He hasn’t let go of my mouth, and I tug on my arms. Just as I thought. He’s tied them to something, and my legs are in his firm grip. “Don’t act like a frigid bitch now. You were so turned on a minute ago you were right there on the cusp of an orgasm.”

I take him in the best that I can. He has steel eyes and long, golden brown hair. His nose is crooked, but that makes him even more handsome. He’s smirking like he was in my dream. It’s the way he talks, like he knows me, that I don’t understand.

Yanking on my binds only pushes me deeper onto his cock, and I moan. No. I can’t be turned on. Maybe my dream self wanted this, but…

But nothing. You want this as much as he does. If you didn’t, you’d not be clenching around him, fighting to get closer.

My inner self chastises me. I’m so embarrassed to be turned on by this man. “Stop thinking and just feel. I haven’t had a woman in almost fifteen years. Let me enjoy you a little while longer.”

Fifteen years?

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