Chapter 2: Wet Soaking Dreams

‎Elena swallowed loudly as her eyes moved up to look at his face. He was tall, very tall. She stood almost a foot and a half shorter than him.

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‎His eyes were an icy grey, made even more pronounced by the silver piercing on his eyebrow.

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‎His chin was sharp, spotting very short trimmed beards. His neck was covered in various tattoos.

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‎"Your-your son?" she asked, dazed.

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‎She shook her head, and plastered a broad, warm smile on her face.

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‎"Welcome, Ryan. It's nice to meet you. Your mother has spoken non-stop about you. I hope your stay here will be comfortable. Please keep your mother away from heavy work while you're here. I've tried, but she never listens."

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‎Felicia, her housekeeper groaned in protest, but that wasn't what got Elena blushing. It was the harsh, rumbling chuckle that came out of him that made her squirm and squeeze her thighs together.

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‎Her eyes roamed to his full lips, that had opened up with a smile. His lips began to move, to speak, but she could not hear anything.

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‎Her mind played images of those thick lips on her hard n*****s, sucking and nibbling.

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‎What was she doing taking in the sight of her housekeeper's son in that manner?

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‎By the time she had come back to her senses, He was already done speaking and looking at her for a response.

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‎"Um, forgive me, I have a little headache. I'll just go to my room. Have a wonderful stay, Ryan."

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‎"It's alright. It's nice to meet you too. Should I call you Ma'am or Elena?".

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‎His voice... He spoke like he was a cat, purring with deep rumbles of tenor.

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‎Elena could barely make her throat work as she said "Elena. Call me Elena".

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‎She didn't even wait to finish hearing his response as she ran out from the kitchen like there was red hot fire on her ass. She was in trouble. She was in very big trouble.

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‎Elena made her way to her room just as a message from her husband came into her phone.

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‎"BUSY. WILL CALL YOU BACK. LOVE YOU".

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‎Elena sighed loudly and fell on her bed.

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‎"Of course he's busy. This man is not romantic even through texts" she said as she crossed her hand over her face.

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‎Her stomach grumbled in hunger as she laid down in silence.

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‎"I should go grab something to eat" Elena muttered as she began standing up from the bed. Her mind flashed to the image of the sexy hunk of a man downstairs and she immediately laid back down.

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‎"Hell no. Felicia's son is down there. I can't go down there and disgrace myself like a slutty little puppy. I'll just stay here, food can wait".

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‎She had already acted like a fool in front of them, even if they didn't notice.

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‎Elena changed into a simple crop top and short, laid down on her huge bed. She tossed and turned, rolling back and forth on the bed before she slowly fell asleep.

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‎Elena stirred as she felt strong hands caressing her naked thighs.

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‎"Alex, you're finally back home" she muttered sleepily as she tried to open her heavy eyes.

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‎Her breath cut in her throat as she looked to see not her husband, but Ryan, her housekeeper's son looking down at her. His grip on her thighs tightened.

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‎"Your skin is so soft, Elena. I could run my hands all over you all day" he said with lust laden in his voice. His already sensual, rough voice and low tone he spoke with made him even sexier.

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‎"Ryan, what are you doing? This isn't right. You should stop". Elena said weakly.

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‎A little part of her brain was protesting but her body was already succumbing to Ryan's touch.

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‎"I want to taste you" Ryan said completely ignoring her words.

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‎What was he doing? Was he mad or something? Did she look so horny in the kitchen that he had decided she was easy prey?

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‎Even as thoughts came rushing in her head, Elena could not deny the arousal she was feeling.

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‎"I can smell your arousal. I can see the dark spot your wetness has made on your shorts. I can see the proof that you want me. It's all over your face and in your eyes. F*****g hell! Let me taste you, Elena".

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‎With his last words, he dipped his head in-between her thighs and inhaled deeply through her shorts.

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‎Elena just looked on, mesmerized. She knew she needed to stop him. This was wrong, this was very wrong. It needed to stop.

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‎This should not be happening. She was making a big mistake, what if Alex came home and saw them? What if his mum came upstairs and found them?

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‎She needed to pull away, she had to push him off her but her body refused to do her bidding.

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‎Damn her stupid ovulation and needy body.

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‎She watched with little resistance as Ryan slid his big tattooed hands inside the rims of her shorts, and pulled down. She laid back, transfixed as she watched his head dip low again, towards her wet p***y.

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‎He left her shorts hanging on her ankles as he raised his head to look at her face one last time before he lapped at the thick meat of her wet labia.

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‎Her v****a was pulsing and clenching around itself, squeezing out her wetness for him as he continued to lick her p***y. He spread her legs Farther apart, knelt properly on the floor beside her bed, dragging her body to the edge of the bed.

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‎A loud moan escaped from Elena as he dragged her thick p***y into his mouth and sucked deeply. Ryan groaned, the vibration sent her into another dimension.

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‎"You're so wet for me, Elena" He said even as he sucked... "So wet" his lips rubbed on her cunt as he spoke in whispers. Fuck... "Your p***y wants me inside" he whispered again as he dragged his teeth over her c******s lightly. Elena vibrated instinctively like she had been electrocuted.

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‎Apparently, Ryan noticed her reaction to him as he stopped his ministrations, looked into her eyes and asked, "Do you want me to f**k you, Elena?" This time he didn't suck her p***y, he waited for her to respond.

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‎"Do you want my c**k in your p***y, Elena?"

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‎Elena had to say no. The logical part of her brain urged her to say no. Begged her to put an end to it, but Elena knew she would not listen to her brain. She needed to feel something. Anything.

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‎Ryan sucked deeply again and she moaned aloud.

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‎"I'll take that as a yes, then" he said as he stood to his feet.

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‎Elena watched with her eyes wide with lust as he pulled off his white T-shirt. His muscles rippling under his skin.

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‎He was so f*****g gorgeous. His grey eyes looked almost white in the light of her room and he looked heavenly. Next, he took off his jean trousers and boxers.

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‎Elena watched him hungrily.

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‎My God! I'm such a helpless fool. What the f**k am I doing? but she could not look away.

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‎It was all so crazy, like a strip show. She wanted to touch him, but she could not bring herself to move from the bed as she lay there and just enjoyed the show he was putting on.

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‎As he pulled off his boxers, Elena almost squealed as his massive c**k sprang forward.

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‎He could do serious damage to her p***y with that ultimate weapon.

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‎The head of his c**k glistened with pre-c*m. Ryan palmed himself, he held his c**k in one hand and continuously slapped it with the other hand.

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‎Anticipation built up like a dam as she began to think of what a massive c**k like that would feel like.

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‎Elena was jolted awake by a loud knock on her door. She looked around, there was no naked man about to plunge into her, her shorts were still on her waist.

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‎It had been a dream.

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‎What has come over me? Elena berated herself as disappointment covered her like a blanket.

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‎It was morning. She had dreamt about cheating on her husband with another man all night. Did it count as cheating on her husband if it was in a dream? Was that even a thing? Was that how his c**k was in real life? Elena slapped her face twice to stop her dirty thoughts, even as regret filled her at the loss of the beautiful dream.

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‎She walked towards her door and swung it open.

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‎Elena almost collapsed from shock as she looked up at Ryan, holding a tray of food and extending it towards her.