Chapter One: Wet Dreams🔞

~ Rose~

His cock stretched me so wide, I forgot how to breathe.

“Spread those legs wider for me baby.” He moaned on my parted mouth, his lips brushing against mine.

I threw my arms around his shoulders and dug my nails into his back, pulling him deeper. My thighs trembled as they opened wider for him.

“Fuck… baby. You feel so good,” he rasped, pinning both my hands above my head while his hand gripped my hip in place.

Then he started to thrust, slow at first, then faster. His hips snapping against mine with wet, filthy slaps that filled the room.

I arched into him, moaning loud and shamelessly as my pussy clenched and drenched around his thick cock.

“Fuck— Fuck. Yes, faster,” I growled. “Faster baby. Harder.”

He doubled the speed and god, I felt the crack deep in my bones. My legs weakened but I didn’t let it drop.

I arched up sharply, rolling my hip as his dick kept slamming into me because it felt just too good, just too perfect.

“AH— FUCK —FUCK.” I sobbed into the pillow. “I’m coming baby.”

“Don’t you dare.” He growled, slapping a hand over my lips. “You don’t cum, you don’t squirt, you don’t fucking leak without my permission.”

His cock slammed in deeper.

And I screamed.

Then his hand slid up my stomach and found my tits but he didn’t squeeze, not yet.

Instead he shoved my legs wider, leaned in, and let his wet tongue circle my swollen nipple.

Then, just there.

He bit it, hard, tight.

“HOLY FUCK—CHRIST—.”

My whole body jerked.

My eyes watered from the pain, the sharp ache, that sweet sensation. It hurt. It fucking hurt but god— I fucking loved it.

His other hand still held me in place as he kept slamming into my hole in brutal deep lungs.

I moaned. Gasped. Screamed.

My pussy clenched, milking every drop of his cum.

Hot.

Thick.

Until I could feel his knot reaching for the deepest part of my soul.

“Tell me you love me baby.” He groaned, planting more kisses on my neck.

“I love you Archer Hayes—“

A sharp buzz from my phone pulled me out of my wet dream.

My eyes snapped open, my heart racing with uneven breath. I jerked up sharply as I felt that slick wetness dripping down my thighs.

“Fuck no. Not again.”

It felt so real this time, too real.

His kisses, his touch, that perfect thick cock stretching my pussy wide.

This wasn’t the first time I’d dreamed of Archer Hayes fucking my brains out. In fact, it has become the most recurring event ever since I stepped foot into this house.

Ever since Mum’s ridiculous Vegas wedding to Charles fucking Hayes three months ago. Ever since I packed my entire life into three boxes and moved into this massive bedroom across the hall from the boy I’d wanted since junior year.

Yes, out of the millions of men in the world, mum had to marry the father of the one person I’d crushed on since childhood. Perfect right? Just fucking perfect.

The dreams had only gotten worse. They’re more vivid now, more filthy. Even now that I knew it was impossible for us to ever be together. Not just because he was my stepbrother but because Archer was not in any way near my league.

I mean, I was totally outmatched in the looks department. He was the definition of hot, jaw dropping good looking like his face had been carved into perfection. The kind of face that walks into a room and makes heads without even trying. Perfect jawline, perfect cheekbones, perfect nose.

I sighed, reached for the nightstand and turned off the alarm notification on my phone.

I groaned as I fell back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

I could still feel the wetness between my legs, that ache Archer had left in my dreams.

I bit my lower lip so hard it bled, squeezed my eyes tight and let my fingers trailed down my body, past my breast, past my stomach until my fingers stopped just above my soaked panties.

I gasped as I imagined his calloused finger pushing into my panties, sliding its way down to my pulsing clit.

I imagined his scent, his kisses and those nasty words he whispered into my ears while his hands fingers slowly circle around my clit.

“Oh, Archer…” I moaned, pushing one finger deeper into my pussy.

“Are you masturbating to my name, flower? A voice cut in. “You know you don’t have to do that while I’m here.”

I jerked up quickly from the bed as my eyes connected with his.

Just there.

Archer, the object of my lust, leaning casually against the door frame, arm crossed over his bare chest, he was in gray sweatpants that did absolutely nothing in hiding the thick outline of his cock.

His eyes were still locked on me, my hand still shoved inside my soaked clit, on the slick dripping down my thighs, on the way my nipples poked like they were too excited from his voice.

I yanked my hand out of my pussy like it’d burned and scrambled upright. My face burned so hot I thought I might actually combust.

“Archer— What the fuck—get the fuck out—“ I

yelled, pulling the sheet to cover my naked body.

But Archer? He just narrowed his eyes and smiled. He didn’t move, he didn’t even act surprised. If anything, he looked like he’d been waiting for this exact moment.

He just pushed off the doorframe and stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind him with his heel.

And before I could form another word, he was already there, one hand on the mattress, the other pulling my wet finger to his mouth.

I fucking stopped breathing.

He sucked it clean like a child slurping on a lollipop, licking off every drop, every fucking juice.

I gasped.

He moved closer, so close, his hard bulge was now pointing right at me.

Fuck.

I bit my lips, my thighs clenched.

My eyes went wild. I tried to look away, maybe focus on something else, like that stupid

pink curtain I’d bought on sale.

But I couldn’t.

“You like what you see?” He asked, his voice almost gentle in a way that made it worse.

“Yes.”

I nodded like an idiot with her senses gone.

His lips curved. “You can touch it.”

Really? He didn’t just say that.

“Go on.” He continued.

My hand was already moving before my brain could catch up. My fingers brushing the waistband of his sweatpants, sliding lower

And lower.

Almost there.

“Kids, breakfasts ready.” Mum’s voice echoed through the wall, snapping us back to reality.

“Downstairs now.”