the shower and tried to convince him she wasn’t feeling the effects of his ferocious sex drive on her body. His desire to take care of her, to show her how precious he found her fragility, blew his mind.
If the survival of mankind hung on him taking her again before she’d had time to recover, then everyone was fucked because, in the blink of an eye, he went from sexually selfish caveman to caring, considerate lover.
Getting her off with some sensual touching and a thorough pussy licking was his absolute pleasure. She melted so beautifully and tasted like a dreamsicle. Licking his lips, he recalled the flood of delicious golden girl cream coating his tongue.
“Mm.”
Summer stirred in his arms and burrowed deeper. She sighed against his chest. “Arnie.”
He stroked her back and kissed her head. Inside of a minute, she was snoring. All he could do was smile.
Sometime later, deep in the night, he awoke to find his wicked lover wriggling on top of him. He didn’t hesitate to reach between them to grab his cock and guide it to her open pussy. She was frantic, so it took a few tries to line up, but when he felt his cock begin to penetrate her, and he felt how hot and wet she was, Arnie cast off all restraint and went for it.
She rode him with unbridled passion. Her wanton lustiness stole his sanity. Once she discovered how much control she had, Summer fucked him with Olympic-worthy precision. The wet, slapping sounds of their mating was music to his ears as she wiggled and ground her ravenous pussy on his cock.
It was him who cried out with wonder. “Summer! Baby! Your pussy is destroying me. Oh god, don’t ever stop.”
She leaned down and teased his lips with a beautiful, tight nipple. He caught it with his teeth and proceeded to feast on her boobs while she switched from deep thrusting to shallow teasing.
The swollen head of his fat cock rubbing her tight opening made him shake with need. He put his hands on her waist and tried to force her to take all of him, but she laughed, reached between them, and fondled his balls.
“Aw, Jesus, Summer,” he croaked. His body jerked with pleasure and his brain emptied. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna come.”
“We can’t have that,” she cooed against his lips while her fingers squeezed one last time.
She repositioned over him and smirked. “I’m only going to say this once, big guy, so listen up.”
He shook his head to clear the fog and tried to concentrate.
“As sexist as it sounds, I love your big, fat cock. And before you protest, no, I don’t care whether I can walk in the morning or not. Now be a good Adonis and lay there while I fuck you into tomorrow.”
He had no time for her words to register before she sank onto him with one stroke. The first one was tentative, but then she went a little nuts.
Her grunts curled his toes. So did the flood of arousal leaking profusely from her hot, sexy body.
“Fuck,” she growled each time her body swallowed his hard length. The chant of fucks built with each plunge. He surged upward to give her all of him.
“Fuck,” she groaned.
She plunged down, and he bucked up—over and over—as the husky sound of her crying, “Fuck,” set the rhythm.
Arnie felt her pussy tighten. Heat surrounded his cock. She looked him in the eye.
“Hang on,” she managed before impaling on his manhood over and over.
Her inner slut goddess was a glory to behold. She didn’t hold back and took what she needed.
“Squeeze,” he commanded her. “Do it, baby girl. Coat my dick with your sweet come.”
Her orgasm blew his mind. He swelled inside her and released with a deep grunt.
When the storm passed, he lifted her off his cock.
He had a second of guilt over their continued inability to practice birth control of any kind, but just as quickly, he dismissed any worries. The chances of him procreating with only one functioning testicle had to be unlikely. Right?
10
Summer awoke with a start. The dream she was in clung to her like a comfortable sweater. Before the images vanished, she pulled as many as she could into a big mental pile and absorbed them.
A sense of urgency filled her. Dreams weren’t always fantasies. Sometimes, they contained clues and messages from elsewhere—like her subconscious or, for lack of a better term, the world of universal spirit.
While pink bunnies and a