Warning: This chapter has sexual content. We must protect the children! ;)
Lucas
The nameless, faceless girl continues to suck and nip along the length of my neck. She leans back on my lap. "Is something the matter?" My eyes flit to her bare breasts. She is naked as the day she was born, while I am still fully clothed.
My hands have been rendered immobile. I can't feel, nor move them.
I can feel myself getting hard. Her hands trail to the waistband of my jeans. Who is she? I don't know. In the dream, her face is obscured by a shadow, no matter which way she turns.
The only visible defining feature about her is the silky ebony hair that trails down to her waist. None of that matters now though. The girl toys with my fly, and then unzips it. I can almost see her (nonexistent) lips curl into an enticing smile.
"Damn, you're huge." She moans and rubs her palm against my cock, guiding my tip to her opening. This is a little fast.
She moans again as she slide onto my shaft. I may not be able to move my hands, but I sure as hell can move my hips. Squelching, wet noises and groans fill the room as I thrust up into her repeatedly. She latches onto me, breasts bouncing as she pants into the crook of my neck.
"I-I...ah!" There it is. It's been a while since I had sex, but this is pretty good. Her nails dig into my shoulders, head tilted back and spine arched in her high of ecstasy.
The walls of her passage clench and spasm around my cock, juices dripping out of her pussy and onto my pants. So fucking hot.
My own climax follows after. I grit my teeth as I succumb to the intense waves of pleasure...
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My eyes fly open. Morning sunlight streams in through the window, and birds chirp in the trees. What kind of dream was that?
Something occurs to me. Today is the day of the wedding. The clock reads 8.30am. Shit!
I move to hurry ad get dressed, but my attention is then brought to the cold, sticky sensation in my briefs. I lift my sheets and my brows raise.
Besides the usual morning wood, there is also a huge stain that soaks the duvet and the sheets. Jesus. What am I, a horny pre-teen boy?
Asher flings open the door. That brat. What happened to knocking? "Lucas!" he stops and stares. To my horror, Evangeline pops her head in too from under Asher's arm.
Shit.
