Dreams of 18(75)

He stares at me for a beat, unmoving, unbreathing, before a gust of breath escapes him and he actually looks up at the ceiling. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? You want me to die. That’s what you want. That’s why you’re offering me your tight ass when I haven’t even fingered your pretty pussy yet.”

I would’ve laughed at his conclusions if my pussy wasn’t spasming at the mention of her name. If I wasn’t creaming my panties like a lusty slut.

“You could have last night. You could’ve fingered me and fucked me and done anything you wanted to me.”

“I could’ve, couldn’t I?” he says, while he shoots me a penetrating stare.

“Yeah. It’s yours. I’ve been saving it for you, anyway.”

I witness his pupils dilating, then. I’ve never seen it before and it’s glorious. So, so glorious. Like dark ink spreading through water. Night falling in the sky.

“Saving what for me?” he rumbles even though I know he knows the answer.

He wants to hear it from my mouth.

“My virginity,” I whisper. “I’ve been saving my virginity for you, Mr. Edwards.”

I don’t know why I said it that way but now that I have, I don’t wanna take it back. I love that I can call him Graham now, but I also want the right to call him Mr. Edwards.

I want the right to all his names.

They’re mine.

The current that goes through him, the aggression and possession in his hold prove that it is, indeed, mine.

“You have, haven’t you?”

I go to nod or say something but he grabs it, in the next moment.

He grabs the very thing we’ve been talking about. The hand on my jaw goes down and he clutches it, gropes my entire pussy in his rough hand. He fists the silky material of my pajama bottoms and squeezes.

I whimper out his name. “Graham…”

“You’ve been keeping her all nice and tight for me, haven’t you? You knew I’d come for this. You knew I’d come for this tight pussy. You knew that, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. Yes, I knew.”

He gives it another squeeze as he drops his forehead on mine. “Yeah, you did. You knew I was dying for her. You knew I wanted her so you kept her safe. She’s mine, isn’t she?”

“Y-yes. She is. She is. She…”

I trail off when he rubs the heel of his palm on my clit, making me jerk and moan.

“She what?”

“I… She’s been waiting for you too.”

Graham presses an open-mouthed kiss over the column of my throat, while still rubbing his palm on my clit, bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm. “Yeah, I bet she has. I bet she’s going to grip me real tight. So tight that I won’t be able to get out. Yeah?”

I clutch his shoulders and cock my head to the side so he can keep giving me sucking kisses all over my throat.

“You gonna grip me hard, Violet? You’re gonna keep me here, huh?”

To emphasize here, he massages my entire core again and I can feel that I’ve practically drenched my pajamas. I can feel the wetness on my thighs. I can feel him rubbing that wetness back into my pussy and I’m almost there. Almost.

And then, he edges me over with these erotic, filthy words that he rasps just below my ear while he licks me there, rubs his jaw and beard over my soft skin.

“Your mommy should’ve tied you to the bed, Jailbait. Barred your windows. Hidden you from the world. It was only a matter of time before you ended up on the wrong side of a bad man’s cock.”

“Yes. Oh God, Graham… Oh fuck…”

I babble and come at the heel of his words and because of that maddening hand of his between my thighs.

I’m still twisting and juddering in his arms when he gives me a hard kiss. I’m so limp that all I can do is offer him my mouth for it. All I can do is breathe and sigh while he takes my t-shirt off. Then he goes for my bottoms before lying me down on the bed gently.

I watch him with panting breaths as he reaches back and pulls off his shirt in one go.

With his eyes on me, he toes off his muddy, manly boots and puts them aside. Then off come his jeans.

And he is as naked as me as he advances on me and I know he’s going to make my dreams come true.





As he climbs on the bed like last night, my immediate thought is that it did not look this big yesterday in the bathroom, his cock.

It wasn’t this big at all.

Because man, it’s big.

It is.

It’s enormous.

It’s either that or my eyes have suddenly acquired magnifying glasses, and everything looks bigger now.

It’s more than enormous. It’s thick, as thick as my wrist and curved. There’s a ridge on the top, so angry and red, so swollen. Was it this angry yesterday?

And glistening with pre-cum.

That drop gets bigger and bigger until it sluices down his length and he has to grip it at the root and pull.

I feel that pull in my own core.

I feel it in my stomach, making everything tight and achy and I have to press my hand there. I have to press it on my stomach but that’s not enough so I move it down and clutch my fluttering, rivering core.

I grab my wet pussy like he was not a minute ago. But I don’t like how small my hands are or how smooth and without any force. “Were you thinking about me yesterday? In the shower?”