“Spread that cunt for me. How else will you be able to fit this big cock?”
“Fuck…”
“You will take my cock, Violet. You’ll open and stretch and moan when I stick it in your soaking pussy, won’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s it,” he rasps. “Fuck yourself for me like a very good girl.”
“Mmm.” I rub on my clit with my thumb, pressure building inside me faster and more persistent.
I’m going to come from these dreams again.
I’ll feel shitty again.
But I can’t seem to give a damn.
“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?”
“Y-yes…”
“Because you love how I watch you?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t look like it, but you have fucked-up fetishes, don’t you?”
“Mff, yes.”
“You like being ambushed in the dark? Fucked while you sleep like a dirty little whore?”
It’s screwed up, but it’s my dream and I can be myself in my dream. I can let my subconscious roam free a la Freudian, so I nod, touching myself faster.
“I do.”
“You like being fucked hard and deep until you’re screaming?”
“Y-yeah…”
“Who do you think about when you’re dreaming, when you’re rubbing that clit and moaning?”
“Y-you…”
“Am I the one you write about in the journal? Your forbidden fantasy?”
“Yeah…mmm, please…keep coming over, okay?”
“Oh, I will, sweetheart. I fucking will.” The rough edge of his voice makes me delirious. “Come for me. Let me watch how I make you feel.”
Not sure if it’s his dirty talk or the way I can smell the sex, too potent and more real than any other dream, but my orgasm is paralyzing.
It rushes through every inch of me, my belly and legsgoing stiff, then erupting in tremors as the waves of pleasure roll through me.
I think of his face when he was eating me out on the kitchen counter. Of how I was reflected in his rich brown irises when he looked fucking gorgeous just staring up at me. Or how he grunted and moaned when I had his cock in my mouth and he made me come like I’ve never come before.
This time is similar.
“You look so beautiful when you break apart for me, sweetheart.” His voice sounds closer, his breath sending goosebumps along my skin.