underwear, it felt so damned good. When he rubbed that thumb over my sweet spot and pressed a pointed tongue into my core, the cotton grated along oversensitive tissue, and my body went tight. The pressure started at my core, glided up my chest, wrapped around my heart, out each limb until I convulsed. The pleasure electrified me, but Wes didn’t stop. He held me down and forced me to take the pleasure again and again until he ripped off my panties and dived his tongue deep into my slit. So much so his movements pressed me up the bed. He couldn’t get close enough and the sounds he made were carnal, animalistic. Christ, I could come from the sounds alone.
Wes growled, licked, sucked, bit, and nibbled me into sheer oblivion, my body rocking against his face. I held onto his dirty blond hair in a death grip as he held open the petals of my sex and sucked me for so long and so hard that I physically couldn’t stop coming.
Eventually, he pulled his mouth away, lifted up his arm, wiped my juices off his face onto his forearm, lifted up my hips, keeping them nice and wide, and slammed his rock hard cock home.
I screamed out as my entire body shook with the effort of being filled so perfectly.
“Wake the fuck up, you crazy cunt!” Ginelle was shaking my body the same way Wes was shaking me in my dream, only his was through pile drives into my wet sex.
The new sensation was foreign, like tiny bony fingers shaking my upper chest in an annoying painful jarring.
Opening my eyes, blinking fast, I looked around the room and realized where I was. Ginelle’s apartment. I surveyed the room. Wes was gone. Nowhere to be found. Damn, it was only a dream. A beautiful dream that had me slippery as all get out between my thighs, which was the very last thing I wanted to be when I was in bed with my best friend.
“What the fuck?” Her voice sound like she’d swallowed a box of rocks.
“Gin, I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” I lifted up onto my elbows and pushed the long strands of hair out of my eyes.
She sat back on her heels, her hair a wild, wavy mess of blond curls. Her good eye narrowed, the other swollen shut. Seeing her alive, safe next to me, I swear she’d never been more lovely.
“Yeah, you did, while you were trying to dry hump me!” She frowned and chuckled into her hand. “Dirty whore!”
I’m certain my eyes widened so much that they could’ve popped out of their sockets like one of those squeeze stress dolls—squeeze the body and their eyes bulge out. Let go, and they go back to normal. That’s what I was feeling right then.
“No way.”
“Yes way! You were all moving around talking in your sleep.” She got up on her knees and rubbed her hands down the sides of her breasts and along her waist. “Oh, Wes, baby, yeah.” She winced and then her hand flew up to her busted lip. “Ouch.” She kicked her leg out and tagged me right in the thigh. Not hard enough to bruise, just enough to get her point across. “Don’t make me move and laugh. Can’t you see I’m all fucked up?”
I covered my face with both hands. “Uggh, I’m sorry, Gin. It’s been weeks since Wes and I were intimate, and then I had this full on make out session with Blaine last night and Max interrupted me, thank God, before it could go any further.”
“You made out with Blaine, the fucker that had me kidnapped?” Her eyes changed to dark blue, indicating her instant anger.
“No! Well, yes, but I need to explain. Hear me out.”
Ginelle pursed her lips, cringed against what I assumed to be pain from the cut, and then crossed her arms over her chest. “This better be good. Being woken up by a crazy broad humping your back while you sleep needs a solid explanation.”
I went through the entire event from the minute I got his text with the video through my date with Blaine and what happened at the restaurant to our agreement of one kiss for the extra week of time with the caveat that he’d let her go. She seemed a lot more
Wes growled, licked, sucked, bit, and nibbled me into sheer oblivion, my body rocking against his face. I held onto his dirty blond hair in a death grip as he held open the petals of my sex and sucked me for so long and so hard that I physically couldn’t stop coming.
Eventually, he pulled his mouth away, lifted up his arm, wiped my juices off his face onto his forearm, lifted up my hips, keeping them nice and wide, and slammed his rock hard cock home.
I screamed out as my entire body shook with the effort of being filled so perfectly.
“Wake the fuck up, you crazy cunt!” Ginelle was shaking my body the same way Wes was shaking me in my dream, only his was through pile drives into my wet sex.
The new sensation was foreign, like tiny bony fingers shaking my upper chest in an annoying painful jarring.
Opening my eyes, blinking fast, I looked around the room and realized where I was. Ginelle’s apartment. I surveyed the room. Wes was gone. Nowhere to be found. Damn, it was only a dream. A beautiful dream that had me slippery as all get out between my thighs, which was the very last thing I wanted to be when I was in bed with my best friend.
“What the fuck?” Her voice sound like she’d swallowed a box of rocks.
“Gin, I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” I lifted up onto my elbows and pushed the long strands of hair out of my eyes.
She sat back on her heels, her hair a wild, wavy mess of blond curls. Her good eye narrowed, the other swollen shut. Seeing her alive, safe next to me, I swear she’d never been more lovely.
“Yeah, you did, while you were trying to dry hump me!” She frowned and chuckled into her hand. “Dirty whore!”
I’m certain my eyes widened so much that they could’ve popped out of their sockets like one of those squeeze stress dolls—squeeze the body and their eyes bulge out. Let go, and they go back to normal. That’s what I was feeling right then.
“No way.”
“Yes way! You were all moving around talking in your sleep.” She got up on her knees and rubbed her hands down the sides of her breasts and along her waist. “Oh, Wes, baby, yeah.” She winced and then her hand flew up to her busted lip. “Ouch.” She kicked her leg out and tagged me right in the thigh. Not hard enough to bruise, just enough to get her point across. “Don’t make me move and laugh. Can’t you see I’m all fucked up?”
I covered my face with both hands. “Uggh, I’m sorry, Gin. It’s been weeks since Wes and I were intimate, and then I had this full on make out session with Blaine last night and Max interrupted me, thank God, before it could go any further.”
“You made out with Blaine, the fucker that had me kidnapped?” Her eyes changed to dark blue, indicating her instant anger.
“No! Well, yes, but I need to explain. Hear me out.”
Ginelle pursed her lips, cringed against what I assumed to be pain from the cut, and then crossed her arms over her chest. “This better be good. Being woken up by a crazy broad humping your back while you sleep needs a solid explanation.”
I went through the entire event from the minute I got his text with the video through my date with Blaine and what happened at the restaurant to our agreement of one kiss for the extra week of time with the caveat that he’d let her go. She seemed a lot more
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