Page 145 of Only in Your Dreams

My cry borders on a scream and I claw at him, reach for his hair, desperate for something to clutch. Our sweat-soaked skin slips together as I thrash violently on top of him and I swear he’s just tapped me like a fucking tree. Fucked the soul right out of me.

“How—why—so good.” I give a pitiful moan into his neck, and Zac stills his hips, tucks his chin to press his lips to my forehead. God, he’s so sweet. So gentle—

“Buck up, Clover.”

My eyes fly open. Oh, fuck. “You didn’t come.”

Zac gives a soft laugh into my hair. “Play time’s over.”

He rolls us so that I’m flat on my back, lurches off the bed and disappears into his closet.

“How are you even functional right now?” I’m lifeless on his bed, the soft comforter we bought together lulling me into a sex-induced coma, but just as my body starts to melt, he reappears.

Tosses some fabric onto my body.

“Put it on, turn around, and stick that tight little ass in the air for me.”

Oh,fuck.

I lift my head, fumble with the fabric. It’s a Huskies jersey, same as the one framed behind his desk at work, with his name across the back.

“Stereotypical jock,” I say, sitting up. “How many women have you fucked with your name on their back?”

With a cocky as hell smirk, Zac plucks his jersey from my fingers. “Get your fucking arms up, Melody.”

He slips his jersey over my body. Stands me up and turns me so that my back hits his chest, holding me tight like he knows full well my legs wouldn’t carry my weight. He bites my neck, kisses my temple.

“I’ve been saving this move just for you, baby. Watching you ride my cock was a pretty sight. But my name on your back and streaming out of your smart mouth while I fuck you senseless? That’s what real dreams are made of.”

He shoves me back toward the bed and I fall onto my elbows, scrambling to kneel at the edge of the mattress. I lift the hem of his jersey over my hips, wriggling my ass in the air like an eager offering.

“Fucking fuck,” Zac mutters under his breath.

“Even better view?”

“You have no idea.”

He runs his hands over my ass, down to stroke my pussy. I’m so sensitive I cry out just from that. Even louder when I feel the tip of his cock brush over my clit.

“You know what this means, Clo? You wearing my name like this?”

I whimper, dropping my forehead onto the mattress, clutching my own hair. I squirm again, seeking him out, trying to get him back inside me. But Zac only teases me with his cock.

“The second I’m inside you like this, it’s over. This is the last cock you’ll ever get. This pussy is mine in this lifetime, the next, and the one after that. You get me?”

“I get it,” I pant. “I get you. Put it back in.”

He drags his cock up my pussy, notches himself just inside, but not nearly deep enough. “Whose pussy is this, Melody?”

“Ah. God, Zac. Yours. It’s yours. I’m fucking yours.”

“Fuck yeah, you are.”

He drives inside me, so smooth and hard that flashes of light erupt over my vision. He’s relentless. Draws back, punches in, and the air’s out of my lungs. I moan when his thighs hit mine.

“You’re taking it so good, baby.” His thumbs stroke the space between where he holds me by the waist. “I’m gonna get a little rough, okay? Tell me if it’s too much.”

I nod eagerly. Desperate for him to use me, fill me up the way he wants.

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