Page 14 of Unwrap Him

Lying back, I give in to the pleasure, my cock firm and my balls aching. It feels so fucking good, there’s no way this is real. I haven’t had something this nice in a while.

My eyes aren’t open, and I’m certain I’m deep in my own peaceful dreamland, the familiar warm wetness sliding up and down my dick. It only takes me another moment of fizzling desire to recognize it as a mouth.

I’m getting head in my dream. Awesome.

The tongue cradles my erection, stiff and pumped full of blood, soft lips and saliva coating me, sucking and sucking, at such a leisurely pace, it’s almost as if it’s barely happening at all. The mouth is just holding my cock, taking its time, and it feels divine.

Leslie? I want to ask, because who else would have my dick in their mouth?

But that assumption doesn’t feel accurate. It feels… different. Unlike anything Leslie did to me in our two years together.

So it must be a mystery woman, then. Sucking me off in my dream like a good little slut, taking me all the way back until my head nudges her throat.

“So good…” I whimper, dazed and enraptured by a thick cloud of arousal.

My hips flick, gradually, with the movements of the mouth, feeding my length between the softest lips ever created. That’s how I know it’s not real. No one has lips this plush. Like pillows of silk, working up and down my dick so slowly, it’s driving me insane.

“You teasing me, baby…?” My sleepy words fall out on an exhale of calm breath, fingers twitching at my sides with the need to hold her face and guide her.

Suck me like a good girl…

Inching one hand upward, my fingers dance along a sharp jaw. But I don’t even notice.

Not until I reach hair. Smooth, silky strands fill my fingers. But it’s short.

It’s too short. There’s not much of it at all.

That’s weird. Do I know any girls with short hair like this…?

I’m distracted by my confusion when the tongue swirls around the crown of my cock, dragging a quiet moan from my throat. My hips shift, pushing between those luscious lips once more.

This feels so real. More real than any dream I’ve had before.

My mind finally awakens enough for my eyes to creep open.

And I freeze.

My heart stops cold from its steady thump.

Now I’m certain I’m dreaming. Because it looks like… Jesse.

Jesse with his eyes closed, lying on his stomach between my parted thighs. With my dick in his mouth.

This isn’t real. There’s no fucking way.

It’s a dream. It has to be.

More like an aching nightmare.

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