Page 110 of Sweet Venom
The Jude of my dreams touches me sensually, like right now, his hands running up and down my sides, his muscular body pressing into my softer one, his breaths skimming my skin in a low, intimate whisper.
I’ll wake up and feel shame later.
I’ll wake up and question my sanity and beat myself up.
But since this is a dream, I fall into his touch, feeling the pad of his fingers, his presence, letting him awaken that insatiable hunger that’s chained in self-imposed shackles.
I truly thought I didn’t care about sex, and I had extremely bad first impressions of it. Whether with my mom’s job or with my bad choices of men.
And yet these dreams, coupled with the strange sensations I felt whenever Jude touched me, have awakened a beast inside me.
And I’m starting to accept this different part, even if it’s only in my subconscious or I talk about it in my journal.
My hand slides down, parting the bathrobe, and I flinch when the pads of my fingers stroke my folds.
“Mmm…” My dream Jude’s voice is all rough and deep, and I’m wet now, my fingers rubbing and circling my clit.
“Are you dripping for me, sweetheart?”
“Y-yes…” I say, falling into those dark eyes from memories, picturing him looking at me with intense lust.
I don’t want to open my eyes, because the second I do, he disappears.
Or worse—the momentary bliss transforms into a nightmare.
“Open your legs wider, let me see how you touch that wet pink cunt.”
Heat rises to my cheeks, but I do as he asks, stroking myself faster, the obscene noise of my horniness echoing in the air.
“Push a finger inside you. Fuck that tiny cunt for me like a very good girl.” His voice is rougher now, more gruff, and I think I hear a choked breath as I thrust a finger inside me.
“Mff…” My lips part.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yeah…”
“Add another finger, sweetheart, we have to stretch that cunt so you can take my cock.”
“Okay…”
The second finger makes me feel so full, and I arch my back, feeling my nipples rub against the bathrobe I’m wearing.
“You’re dripping all over the place.”
“C-can’t help it. It feels good.”
“It does?”
“Mmm.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re watching me. Your gaze makes me so turned on.”
“Fuck, sweetheart.”
He shifts above me, and I hear the sound of unbuttoning and can imagine him pulling out that huge cock of his or tugging down on it.
