𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼

Pleasant dream

  You can be the beauty and i can be the monster

Looking in the mirror and admiring herself, she was satisfied with her look. The red bodycon fitted her body well, with the deep neck showing off her sharp collarbones and the slit on her legs reaching up to her thigh. She picked up her Dior's perfume applying on her wrist and neck, smelling herself she realised a deep breath. She closed her eyes while applying moisturizer on her hands

A pair of hands encircled her waist, snapping her out of her thoughts she looked in the mirror watching the dark haired caressing her while his other hand traveled up to her neck harshly turning her around

She realised a gasp at the roughness she was pinned to the wall. Her hands travelled up from his chest to back of his neck, pulling his closer 'missed you' she whispered. The guy chuckled while burying his face in the crook of her neck breathing, she shivered at the sensation. She could feel him planting soft weightless kisses, the feeling made her threw her neck, arched her backed. Enjoying the moment

'Oh my god you are so beautiful' he broked the silence
She looked in his eyes and leaned closer to kiss him

WAKE UP BITCH!!!!
She shoot opened her eyes looking at the surroundings and pouted in disappointment realising it was all a freaking dream

Hey what are you thinking about???
She looked up to the source of the voice, and there she was her bestie 'Julie Jones' the heartrobe of her college, with her ginger hair and hazel eyes she can easily get any man she wants

What are you thinking about miss scarlett?? She shouted again.

None of your business scarlett scoffed and went in the shower

                 Scarlett pov

Turning on the shower i let the water droplets drop on my skin, picking up the body wash applying it
But my mind instantly went to last night the touches still lingers on my skin. He had a strong dominating aura and that black suit he wore
Wondering how good it felt his rough hands on my body, but unfortunately couldn't move more than kissing
I can feel myself dripping from the mere thought of touching him

I closed my eyes leaning against the glass wall, my hands went downwards, stimulatuons were so strong and the pleasure from the cold sensation of water, drew me insane

I groaned as I imagined his fingers inside me moving in and out. I am sure his body is hell like a masterpiece. I bet he has the perfect abs and muscles anyone could die for

'Fuck'.. I moaned in the air,

I replayed the dream, my legs wrapped around his pushing me against the wall while pounding inside of me

I wondered how he is in bed? Is he the vallina sex type of person or the rough kind? Does he like to make others beg or he is the one to beg

Either way I like both.... But i would love him being rouch with me, I imagined his mouth licking me up and down my hands in his hair, I gasped for breath. That would be so hot

My body felt warm all while groaning and moaning thinking about him
My head fell back as I convulsed and came on my fingers. I gasped for breath exhaustedly. My throat felt dry from the previous pleasure I experienced and the realisation hit me did I just touched myself thinking of a stranger who's name i don't know
It felt dirty but it's crazy