Bitter Kisses (It's Just High School #3) - Thandiwe Mpofu Page 0,146
of it all incredible that I can’t stop the tidal wave when it crashes into me.
I come with a silent scream, but he doesn’t stop fucking me with his tongue until I come a second time, this time I can’t stop the loud moan that escapes my lips.
When Julian pulls back up to look at me, the fuzzy feeling of the dream starts fading away. This is too good to be a dream, a small voice says in my head but I shut it down, focusing on the way he’s looking down at me.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. I ache for you Mia, I need to fuck you right now.”
I’m ready!
I’m moaning and rubbing myself against him. His rich scent, the way he feels on top of me, the way his deep voice makes the hairs on my body stand up on end, it’s a potent sensory aphrodisiac, I can feel my inner muscles clenching with the need to take him deep inside.
Suddenly, a sense of urgency takes over the room. We look up at each other, the candlelight flickering in his eyes.
“Please fuck me,” I whisper breathlessly.
“You’re mine, Mia.”
God, those words.
It’s in my dreams that I really feel them, that I feel taken by him. I don’t even want to think of the repercussions of this dream when I wake up.
It’s as if he learned some kind of torture technique of sorts. He places open mouthed kisses all over my body, rolling his hips bringing me higher without actually doing what I want him to do before the sun come up, fuck me so good.
Right now, Julian’s ghost is pushing all the right buttons to make forget reality.
“I need to be inside you, baby,” Julian whispers roughly. “I want to feel my cum in you, brand you and remind you who you belong to.”
He gives me no time to think or move or even because it’s then that we tear at each other.
My hands are everywhere, touching him. This man is hot. His taut muscles flex under my touch and the next thing I know, my silk robe is gone and he’s right there.
I grab at his muscular, taut ass, trying to force him to fuck me and he in turn bites down on my hardened nipple, making me scream.
It becomes a race of sorts. My need to connect with him, to feel loved, to chase away the loneliness clashes with the dangerous tension radiating from his body.
“God, I need you Julian,” I cry. “Please.”
I’m soaking wet, panting, primed and ready to go and my hands grasp his tight, muscular ass, trying to force him in, to get him to fuck me.
His tongue is on my nipples as he cups my right thigh, hauling me tighter against him and then without a thought or another a word, he thrusts deep in me.
The silent scream that escapes me is both pained and grateful. Pained because I hadn’t expected the bite of pain with his possession and grateful because finally, the one person who gave me all this agony is the one who’s about to eradicate it.
“Fuck, baby, you’re tight.”
I lie there as Julian starts screwing me straight into a hard, pulsing climax, just like that.
“Dance for me, Little Minx,” he whispers harshly, his voice alone making me even more wet. “Show me you want me.”
That’s what I want. I want to give him a show in my dreams that I desperately want to give him in reality but will never be able to.
I’m writhing on the bed, shocked, unable to catch my breath at the sudden orgasm that came at me out of nowhere. I shudder violently but he gives me no time to pick my brain off of the floor.
He continues surging into me, over and over again, my pussy clenching him tight and soon, I’m building into another explosive orgasm. This one more delicious and harder than the one before and the two before that.
“Julian!” I shout.
My toes curl, my blood roars in my ears, my heart is about to give up and fail as shock waves of lust zap through my body.
Jesus, I’ve never been fucked like this before. Julian fucks me through the spasms of my violent orgasm. He’s looking down at me so intently, so sexily that just the very brazen, incredibly sexual and carnal look on his face prompts another orgasm.
Holy shit.
How horny am I to come this hard and this many times in a dream, I’ll probably feel it when I wake?