I can take it, daddy

Garcia

Flashback

“Did you just say dream?”

I blinked up at the breathtaking man looming over me, my heart skipping a beat. God, he was beautiful, like something carved out of my fantasies. I nodded slowly, a lazy smile tugging at my lips.

"Yes, dream. You’re the man of my dreams. Though, I gotta admit, I didn’t expect you to be this….older. You’re hot, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t think I was into older men. Are all older men as hot as you, by the way?” I ran my mouth without thinking.

I licked my lips, eyes dropping to where his cock pressed thick and hot against my clit. My breath caught in my throat. “Well, I guess I’m done playing with boys and their tiny dicks. I want something big.”

He raised an eyebrow, then frowned, running a hand through his tousled hair. His eyes shut briefly, a gesture I’d come to recognize as either deep thought or irritation. When he opened them, they were darker. He reached out and tugged my mouth open with firm fingers. Huh? He was going to kiss me. My pulse quickened. I could almost taste him already. But instead of kissing me….he inhaled?

Wait. Did he just sniff me?

My eyes widened. Was this dream about to take a fantasy turn? Was he a werewolf? Was I his mate? Was he checking before marking me?

I actually felt a thrill run through me. But then he pulled back, and the disgust in his eyes hit me like a slap.

“You’re drunk,” he said flatly.

I shook my head. “No, I’m not drunk.”

The way he looked at me, it was like my lies were grating on his very last nerve, making something coil tighter in my stomach, but I didn’t back down.

“Okay, fine. So what?” I said with a shrug, a smirk curling on my lips. “This is just a dream anyway. It doesn’t matter. You should fuck me already.”

“You’re in my bed,” he said, voice low and dangerous, “wearing lingerie, and you think this is a dream. How bold of you.”

He leaned back, something hard settling in his eyes. “I’ll call someone to take you back. I’ve clearly made a mistake entertaining this stupid little play.”

He turned, about to leave, but oh, hell no. That wasn’t going to happen. Before I could stop myself, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him back to me. He paused, clearly surprised. And despite the tie still binding my hands, I managed to shift, twist, and roll, catching him off-guard until I was on top.

Me, on top of him.

Fuck.

The sight of him beneath me, the hard lines of his muscles and the intensity in his gaze, was almost too much to handle. I had never seen anything so sinfully hot in my life.

He stared up at me, jaw tight. “What do you think you’re doing?”

I laughed softly and leaned in close, until my face was inches from his. “What do you think? I’m returning the favor for that mind-blowing orgasm.”

My fingers trailed down his chest, over the defined ridges of his abs. My hand dipped lower, nearing the very obvious erection still barely hidden by that damn towel.

Seriously, how was that thing still hanging on? I had never hated a piece of fabric more. I looked at him, he looked like he was barely holding himself together.

“Get off,” he growled, but instead, I shifted my hips, pressing down against his cock. The jolt of pleasure that shot through me made my eyes flutter. If he felt even half of what I did, he must be dying inside.

“You’re no fun,” I whispered, grinding against him. “You’re like an old man. Maybe all you need is someone younger to teach you how to live again.”

He looked at me like I was the most ridiculous creature he’d ever laid eyes on. Like no one had ever dared to behave this foolishly in front of him before. But honestly, I didn’t care.

Whatever common sense I had once possessed had long since evaporated. The only thing pulsing through my mind, through my entire body, was one desperate thought, I need that cock inside me.

I rocked my hips against him, grinding along the thick, aching length beneath me. I’d already come and the aftershocks still trembled through my body. The friction was almost too much. My eyes fluttered shut as a moan slipped past my lips. “God….this feels so good. You’re so big, and hard.”

I leaned down, my mouth brushing against his jaw, my breath hot against his skin. “I know you want this, you can act cold all you want, but your body’s not lying to me.”

“You’ve got this perfect body and that cock? God, I bet it would ruin me. Stretch me until I can’t think straight.”

I moved my hips again, grinding harder, letting him feel how wet I still was. “Come on, let go for once. Use me. Fuck me. I can take it, daddy.”

I felt his cock twitch beneath me, and a wicked thrill curled through my chest. Yes. I’d won. He wanted me. There was no way a man this hard, this turned on, would be able to resist me.

I opened my eyes, eager to see the surrender in his face, and his expression was dark, hungry, his eyes full of lust.

His large hands slid to my waist.

Finally.

Just when I thought he was going to give in, going to thrust into me and fuck me until I forgot my own name, I felt myself being lifted effortlessly.

“What—?”

Before I could even react, he dropped me onto the bed. My back hit the mattress with a thud, and I blinked up at him as my head spun.

He stood over me, expression unreadable, body still tense, still hard, and yet, retreating.

I watched as he stepped away, his broad back moving toward the bathroom.

“I really hate immature women,” he muttered, almost to himself as he disappeared behind the bathroom door.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my mind foggy, my body still thrumming with unfulfilled desire. I pouted, lips curling in disappointment.

This was not how tonight was supposed to end. I was supposed to be fucked out of my mind. Bent in half, and ruined.

I smiled. At least I still came. This might have been the weirdest wet dream ever, but it wasn’t a bad one.

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End of flashback

My eyes snapped open. I sat up in bed, gasping, my heart pounding so fast.

Oh my God.

The memories rushed in, filling all the gaps I’d been too hungover and emotionally wrecked to process before.

The bar.

The whiskey.

The hotel.

The wrong hotel room.

The hot stranger in a towel.

I groaned and clutched my head.

“I threw myself at him,” I whispered aloud, horror mounting with every second. “Oh my God, I literally tried to seduce a stranger in his room, while drunk!”

And this morning….I buried my face in my hands, this morning I blamed him. Accused him of taking advantage of me like some creep. But it wasn’t him.

I was the damn creep.

I crawled into his bed, mumbled some nonsense about dreams and dicks, and proceeded to act like I was in the middle of a steamy fantasy novel. I even licked my lips.

Shame hit me like a slap. My face flushed hot. I dropped my head into my hands and groaned. “I want to die.”

Right then, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached for it blindly, half hoping it was just a spam email so I’d have an excuse to scream into a pillow.

Notification: You have been alerted 10,000,000.00 USD.

I blinked, and blinked again.

“What?” I whispered.

I opened the full notification and stared at the numbers.

You have received 10,000,000.00 USD

I gaped at the screen.

“What the actual hell?!”