heavenly, and I tilt my head, intrigued.
She moans again, and her body slowly starts grinding against mine, forcing my eyes to roll back in my head. Ho…ly… shit.
Torn between waking her up and enjoying the ride, I refrain from moving. I decide she’ll hate me less for waking her up, even though other parts of my body will hate me for doing this.
“Allie,” I whisper again, trying to coax her awake, but it only seems to fuel whatever dream she’s having, and she’s suddenly grinding harder, using my leg as her tool of pleasure.
Fuck. Me.
Her hand slowly slides over my bare stomach, and I groan when she uses her nails to lightly scrape down my skin. Her rhythm quickens, and saying her name only seems to inspire her to grind harder.
Before I know it, her lips are dragging across my chest, nipping and biting as she assaults me in her sleep. My name comes out in a rasp moan from her lips as she rocks against me harder, and I bite back a groan when my cock tries to explode.
***
ALLIE
Wren’s body is greedy as he pushes into me over and over, and his mouth is hungry and demanding, owning everything I can give him. But he pulls out, teasing me as he backs away with his glorious body. I arch my hips in submission as he binds me and does whatever he wants while wearing his mask over his eyes.
He taunts me with dark promises, using my name to punctuate each dirty phrase, and pushes me up onto my knees. He pops the side of ass with a black leather riding crop. After he bends and runs his tongue over the stinging mark, he pounds into me once again, and my world explodes around him, shattering me into oblivion.
His name comes out in a prayer-like praise, and my whole body goes limp as pleasure racks through my every nerve.
I smile when my eyes flutter open, but then my eyes widen in horror when I see a blushing Wren under me, doing all he can not to laugh. I take in the fact I’m straddling his leg very firmly, and there’s no doubt that I just had a very real and very loud orgasm.
“OhmyGod,” I say in a rush, trying to dive off of him, but tumbling to the floor like an ungraceful idiot instead, landing on my hands and knees… just like my dream.
I. Could. Die.
He laughs while rising up, shifting when his very large bulge comes into view.
“You… I… Did I… on you?” I stammer, my voice a shrill and annoying pitch.
His laughter grows louder as he uses his hand to adjust himself in his jeans. Why did I have to see that?
“Yes you did—on my leg, actually. Must have been one hell of a dream,” he teases, arching one eyebrow to accentuate his amusement.
I lurch toward the bathroom, scrambling there on my hands and knees, and slam the door. It takes me a while to stand when I start shaking with humiliation. I just… Oh damn. I just used real Wren’s leg as a surrogate for dream Wren’s big, glorious, hard—
“Allie, open up,” real Wren says through his chuckles. “Please. Don’t let this be weird. I was trying to wake you up before you… well, before you came, but I think saying your name only made it worse.”
Oh no. No. No. No! This can’t really be happening right now.
He’s still laughing. That asshole. He’s enjoying the fact that I’m never leaving my house again, let alone facing him.
My name . I groan when I realize real Wren was the voice of dream Wren. No wonder it was so frigging perfect. The best dream ever was just sullied by reality.
“You said my name, so I have to know what you were dreaming.”
My face pales in horror as he laughs harder, and I get a little dizzy. I’m going to have to quit work, move towns, buy a fake identity—
“Allie, come on. Let’s nip this in the ass.”
I grow even paler. Did I tell him what I was dreaming while I was dreaming? Or is that just a coincidental use of words?
Oh fuck me! Please let it be a coincidence.
“Allie, please. I swear we’ll never mention it again, but considering I was just a weapon of your
She moans again, and her body slowly starts grinding against mine, forcing my eyes to roll back in my head. Ho…ly… shit.
Torn between waking her up and enjoying the ride, I refrain from moving. I decide she’ll hate me less for waking her up, even though other parts of my body will hate me for doing this.
“Allie,” I whisper again, trying to coax her awake, but it only seems to fuel whatever dream she’s having, and she’s suddenly grinding harder, using my leg as her tool of pleasure.
Fuck. Me.
Her hand slowly slides over my bare stomach, and I groan when she uses her nails to lightly scrape down my skin. Her rhythm quickens, and saying her name only seems to inspire her to grind harder.
Before I know it, her lips are dragging across my chest, nipping and biting as she assaults me in her sleep. My name comes out in a rasp moan from her lips as she rocks against me harder, and I bite back a groan when my cock tries to explode.
***
ALLIE
Wren’s body is greedy as he pushes into me over and over, and his mouth is hungry and demanding, owning everything I can give him. But he pulls out, teasing me as he backs away with his glorious body. I arch my hips in submission as he binds me and does whatever he wants while wearing his mask over his eyes.
He taunts me with dark promises, using my name to punctuate each dirty phrase, and pushes me up onto my knees. He pops the side of ass with a black leather riding crop. After he bends and runs his tongue over the stinging mark, he pounds into me once again, and my world explodes around him, shattering me into oblivion.
His name comes out in a prayer-like praise, and my whole body goes limp as pleasure racks through my every nerve.
I smile when my eyes flutter open, but then my eyes widen in horror when I see a blushing Wren under me, doing all he can not to laugh. I take in the fact I’m straddling his leg very firmly, and there’s no doubt that I just had a very real and very loud orgasm.
“OhmyGod,” I say in a rush, trying to dive off of him, but tumbling to the floor like an ungraceful idiot instead, landing on my hands and knees… just like my dream.
I. Could. Die.
He laughs while rising up, shifting when his very large bulge comes into view.
“You… I… Did I… on you?” I stammer, my voice a shrill and annoying pitch.
His laughter grows louder as he uses his hand to adjust himself in his jeans. Why did I have to see that?
“Yes you did—on my leg, actually. Must have been one hell of a dream,” he teases, arching one eyebrow to accentuate his amusement.
I lurch toward the bathroom, scrambling there on my hands and knees, and slam the door. It takes me a while to stand when I start shaking with humiliation. I just… Oh damn. I just used real Wren’s leg as a surrogate for dream Wren’s big, glorious, hard—
“Allie, open up,” real Wren says through his chuckles. “Please. Don’t let this be weird. I was trying to wake you up before you… well, before you came, but I think saying your name only made it worse.”
Oh no. No. No. No! This can’t really be happening right now.
He’s still laughing. That asshole. He’s enjoying the fact that I’m never leaving my house again, let alone facing him.
My name . I groan when I realize real Wren was the voice of dream Wren. No wonder it was so frigging perfect. The best dream ever was just sullied by reality.
“You said my name, so I have to know what you were dreaming.”
My face pales in horror as he laughs harder, and I get a little dizzy. I’m going to have to quit work, move towns, buy a fake identity—
“Allie, come on. Let’s nip this in the ass.”
I grow even paler. Did I tell him what I was dreaming while I was dreaming? Or is that just a coincidental use of words?
Oh fuck me! Please let it be a coincidence.
“Allie, please. I swear we’ll never mention it again, but considering I was just a weapon of your
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