Page 46 of Rejected By Dragons

Fuck this.

I let my phone fall to the bed beside me. Determined to keep imagining a giant, hedonistic gang bang, I bring my other hand to my throbbing pussy. A harsh sigh escapes me as I shove two fingers inside my cunt. That's better. I rub my clit over and over and try to place myself in the bar from the story, surrounded by guys who want to use my body.

I remember Storm taking me from behind, his hot cock filling me up just right--and no--

I replace him with other, faceless men.

And then suddenly, out of nowhere, I imagine fiery skin and blazing eyes. Ripples of pleasure surge through me as I picture myself being lowered onto this mysterious man's cock, and there's another man behind me. A second cock presses into my back, and I turn and kiss hot lips. I gaze back into black eyes. A broad hand grasps my head, and I find a third cock right there, waiting to press itself into my open mouth. I taste its silky head, and my eyes roll back. It's all so real. I grind down onto the enormous cock inside of me and whine.

A voice orders, "Come for us," and fuck--it's Storm's voice, but it doesn't matter.

Orgasm crashes over me with an intensity that steals my breath away. My entire body twists and writhes, my pussy pulsing around my fingers. I throw my head to the side, just so happy to have the pressure inside of me released.

It's only after, when I come drifting back to the surface, that my eyes snap open.

On an exhalation, I breathe, "What the fuck?"

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STORM

"What the fuck?" I dig the heels of my hands into my eyes hard enough to gouge them out.

I've been sleeping like shit the past couple of weeks, so I went to bed early, hoping maybe I could get a little rest in before the nightmares set in.

Ha.

I woke up after less than an hour, and no--what I experienced wasn't a nightmare.

But it might as well have been.

I shove back the covers. I sleep naked, a fact that's never really been an issue before. Except right now, my cock is hard as granite, my balls aching and full, and yeah, okay, I haven't exactly been taking care of myself very much of late. But I can't blame the most ridiculous erection I've had in my life on a lack of self-abuse.

The dream I had explodes across the back of my eyes.

Ember. Naked and gorgeous, and I was fucking her hard and rough--only we weren't alone. Other guys were there with us, and is that some kind of metaphor or something?

I was always shit at English class, so hell if I know the symbolism. It isn't good, though.

Self-loathing churns, deep in my gut.

Ember could be anywhere right now. After what I did, I have no right to try to contact her, but it grates at me that I have no idea what happened to her. Is she okay? Does she hate me?

I growl, willing my erection to go down.

She should hate me. I was a fucking asshole to her. She deserves better. She always did.

"Fuck," I mutter.

My cock throbs, and I curl my hands into fists. Grandma, I think to myself. Maggots and fleas and Fury's old gym socks.

None of the disgusting thoughts I can usually rely on to get my body under control do any good.

I curse beneath my breath again.

When I wrap my hand around my shaft, it's instant relief. It hurts, too, though, the pressure too high and my skin on fire. More fragments from my dream rush through my brain. It was so real--the taste of her skin and the scent of her desire. The sweat and the slick, hard slide of my cock into her, over and over again. Her moans and the raking of her nails down my back, and those other men, waiting to take their turns--

I grunt as my cock erupts. Come shoots everywhere, my vision flashing white.

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