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STORY 66 – S-EX-CAPADES (III)
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DIRTY DREAMS STORY 66 – S-EX-CAPADES (IV)
"I told her I fell." He drives so deep my toes curl. "She didn't believe me.""She shouldn't have." I rake my nails from his shoulders down to his lower back and feel the skin lift under them, and he groans and his cock swells inside me, and I'm marking him again, the way I always marked him. Branding his back with proof that I was here. That my hands were on him. That the woman who left these knew him better than anyone who came after.He reaches between us and finds my clit and works it with two fingers in the rhythm. His rhythm. Our rhythm. The one he calibrated over two years. And the orgasm climbs up through me and grabs me by the throat.I cum crying.The orgasm and the tears come at the same time and I can't pull them apart, my pussy clenching around his cock while my face crumples and my eyes flood and the sounds coming out of me are half moan and half sob. The mess of it, pleasure and wreckage happening in the same breath, is so completely us that the familiarity just makes m
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 66 – S-EX-CAPADES (III)
He kisses me, and his hand stays where it is, fingers pushing inside while his thumb works my clit, and I'm shaking on his lap, still coming down from one orgasm and already climbing toward the next, because his hands won't give me a second to rest. They've been waiting for this, and now that they're on me, they're not interested in breaks.I pull at his shirt. He lifts his arms and lets me drag it off him, and his chest is the same, broad and firm, dark hair across it, the scar on his left side from the motorcycle accident, and the tattoo over his ribs he got on our first anniversary. My hands land flat on him, and the heat of his bare skin under my palms cracks something open in my chest that I've been holding sealed for five years."Take your jeans off," I tell him, and it comes out closer to begging than an order, and I don't care, because his fingers are still inside me and his thumb is still on my clit and his bare chest is under my hands and I need the rest of him right now.He
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 66 – S-EX-CAPADES (II)
His hand on my knee is a match on gasoline.And five years of carefully constructed distance goes up in flames in his living room.I set my coffee down and his mouth is on mine before my hand has even left the mug.His kiss is the same. The same pressure, the same angle, the same way he tilts my chin up with his thumb and finger, putting my mouth exactly where he wants it. He tastes like the coffee he didn't drink, and under that he tastes like him, a taste I couldn't describe to save my life but would know blindfolded, because my tongue cataloged it over two years and apparently kept the file in perfect condition through five years of disuse.I make a sound into his mouth and it embarrasses me, needy and raw, giving away everything I've been holding behind a wall of composure since I spotted him at the counter. He answers it by pulling me across the gap and into his lap, his hands on my waist, and I straddle him on his new couch and feel his cock hard through his jeans and grind down
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 66 – S-EX-CAPADES (I)
I see his hands first.He's standing at the counter of a coffee shop I've been coming to for two years without incident, and his hands are wrapped around a paper cup the way they used to wrap around my throat. My body recognizes them before my brain catches up to the man they belong to.And just like that, my pussy clenches in a coffee shop at 9:14 on a Saturday morning.The barista asks what I want. What I want is to leave immediately, but what comes out is "oat latte," because apparently my mouth is handling this better than the rest of me.He turns around, and there he is, and five years collapse into nothing.Jace. Same jaw. Same mouth, with that full lower lip and the scar through the left side from the fight he got into at twenty-two, the one I used to trace with my tongue in the dark. Same shoulders, broad in a henley that fits him the way all his clothes fit him, which is too well, criminally well, like his body and his wardrobe are in a conspiracy against every woman who has
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 65 – FUCKING DEAL WITH A DEMON (V)
"I can't –""You can. Human men have been underusing you."His hips slow, and his cock stays deep, and he rolls inside me, grinding the head of him against my G-spot while the base presses my clit and the shadow hands return, one at each breast, and the stimulation comes from five directions simultaneously. "There's no count. There's just the next one."It builds from somewhere below my stomach, deeper than the others, from a place I genuinely did not know had nerve endings, and it rises through my body in a slow wave that heats everything it touches, my blood going hot, my skin going bright, the amber glow intensifying until I can see the ceiling by my own light. When it hits, it's a sustained release that pours through me in a continuous flow, my pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock in a rhythm that goes on long enough to lose count, and his composure finally shatters.He cums inside me finally, and I feel it. His cum is hot – scorching even – and it fills me and keeps fil
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 65 – FUCKING DEAL WITH A DEMON (IV)
He fucks me and the floor shakes. The hardwood vibrates with each thrust, the candles jump, the pictures on my walls shift on their nails. His hips drive into me with a force that should hurt and doesn't because the heat stays ahead of the impact, softening everything it touches, and his cock is hitting places inside me that I didn't know existed, and each stroke sends a pulse of warmth through my entire body that wipes the previous thought clean and replaces it with sensation.My brain goes quiet. He promised it would, and it does – the internal commentary that has scored every experience I've ever had goes silent. My body takes over entirely. My hips meet his thrusts, my legs wrap around a waist that's hot enough to redden the skin of my calves, my pussy grips his cock with a hunger that feels ancestral, older than me."Harder," I hear myself say, and the word comes from somewhere below my chest, because my brain is offline and my body is doing the talking.He gives me harder. His h
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