Dreams Of Ayra part 2

The second night came faster than Marcus expected. All day long he had been useless — zoning out in meetings, his cock half-hard under the conference table every time he remembered those glowing violet eyes and the way her impossibly tight pussy had milked him dry. By evening, he was aching with need.

He went to bed early, almost eagerly.

The dream pulled him in the moment his eyes closed.

This time he stood naked under the powerful spray of a massive marble shower. Steam filled the luxurious bathroom. Warm water cascaded over his muscular body. And there she was — Ayra — already waiting for him, completely nude and glistening under the water.

Her long black hair clung wetly to her perfect body like dark silk. Rivulets of water ran down her heavy, firm breasts, dripping from her hard rosy nipples, and trailed over her flat stomach before disappearing between her smooth thighs. She smiled with pure predatory hunger when she saw him.

“You came back,” she purred, stepping close until her wet breasts pressed against his chest. “I knew you couldn’t stay away.”

She rose on her toes and kissed him deeply. The sweet, burning venom flooded his mouth again, stronger and more potent than the night before. Marcus groaned loudly into her mouth as liquid fire raced through his veins and straight to his cock. His shaft surged to full, painful hardness in an instant, throbbing and slapping against her soft belly.

“Mmmph—” Ayra moaned into the kiss, her tongue swirling greedily with his. She broke away just enough to whisper hotly against his lips, “I’m so fucking wet for you tonight, Marcus…”

She grabbed his hand and shoved it between her thighs. His fingers instantly slid through her slippery folds. She was drenched — her pussy hotter and slicker than anything he’d ever felt. He pushed two thick fingers inside her with a wet *schlick*, and Ayra cried out beautifully.

“Ahhh~! Yes… feel how much my cunt needs you?”

Marcus lost control. He grabbed her thighs, lifted her effortlessly, and slammed her back against the warm marble wall. With one brutal thrust, he buried his thick cock deep into her soaking pussy.

“Fuuuuck!” Ayra screamed in pleasure, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her tight walls stretched around his girth.

Marcus started pounding into her hard. *Plap-plap-plap-plap!* The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping against her soaked ass echoed through the steamy shower. Her pussy made loud, obscene squelching noises with every deep thrust — *schlick-schlick-schlick* — as he drove into her dripping heat.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, biting her neck. “This greedy little cunt is sucking me in.”

“Harder! Fuck me harder, Marcus!” Ayra moaned loudly, her voice echoing off the marble. “Ahh— ahhn— yes! Just like that— nngh!”

He fucked her with savage strokes, slamming his thick cock into her again and again. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly between them with every powerful thrust. He leaned down and sucked one swollen nipple into his mouth, biting down hard enough to make her cry out.

Ayra’s moans grew louder and more desperate. “Oh god— your cock is so big… you’re splitting me open— ahhh~! Don’t stop!”

Suddenly she pushed him back until he was sitting on the wide marble bench. She climbed on top of him, straddled his lap, and sank down onto his cock with a long, throaty moan.

“Fuuuuck yes—” she groaned as he filled her completely. She immediately started riding him like a woman possessed — hips rolling and slamming down hard. *Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!* The sound of her ass slapping against his thighs was loud and rhythmic.

“Look at me,” she commanded breathlessly, her violet eyes glowing brightly. “I want to watch you lose control while I fuck you.”

Marcus gripped her bouncing ass and thrust up into her, meeting every downward slam. The wet *schlick-schlick-schlick* of her drenched pussy devouring his cock filled the air. Ayra’s head fell back, her long wet hair sticking to her skin as she rode him wildly.

“Cum inside me,” she begged, riding him faster. “Fill my pussy up— I need your hot cum, Marcus— please!”

The pressure became unbearable. Marcus roared as he exploded deep inside her. Thick, powerful ropes of cum blasted into her clenching cunt. Ayra screamed in ecstasy, her pussy spasming violently around him as she came hard, milking every drop with rhythmic squeezes.

But she still wasn’t satisfied.

She slid off his cock with a wet *pop*, his thick cum immediately leaking down her thighs. Dropping to her knees in the shower, she looked up at him with those glowing violet eyes and took his still-hard, cum-slick cock into her warm mouth.

“Mmmph~” she moaned around his shaft, tasting their mixed juices. She sucked him sloppily, bobbing her head fast while her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit in her throat. Wet, filthy sucking sounds mixed with her muffled moans.

Marcus groaned, gripping her wet hair as she deepthroated him. “Fuck… just like that—”

Ayra pulled off with a gasp, stroking him furiously with both hands. “Cum on my tits, baby. Cover me.”

He exploded again with a guttural shout. Thick white jets of cum painted her perfect breasts, her neck, and her pretty face. Ayra moaned in delight, rubbing his seed into her skin like lotion, licking what landed near her lips.

She crawled back into his lap, kissing him tenderly as the dream began to fade.

“Soon, neighbor…” she whispered against his mouth. “Very soon you’ll have the real me. And I won’t let you leave the bed for days.”

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Marcus woke up with a violent gasp, his heart hammering and his cock throbbing. His sheets were completely ruined again — soaked with sweat and another enormous load of cum that had shot all over his abs and chest. His body felt drained yet strangely more alive than ever. The faint scent of jasmine and sex still clung to his skin.

He showered quickly, unable to stop thinking about her.

Stepping onto his balcony with a cup of coffee, he froze.

Ayra was on her own balcony, watering plants in nothing but a short, silky white robe that barely covered the bottom of her ass. Her long black hair swayed in the morning breeze. When she noticed him, she turned and gave him that same seductive smile from his dreams.

Their eyes met.

Those glowing violet eyes were real.

She waved lightly, her robe shifting to reveal a dangerous amount of cleavage. “Good morning, neighbor,” she called, her voice that same velvet purr. “I just moved in yesterday. I’m Ayra.”

Marcus gripped the railing tightly, his cock already twitching back to life in his pants.

“Marcus,” he replied, voice rough. “Nice to meet you, Ayra.”

She bit her lower lip playfully. “I hope I didn’t disturb you last night. Sometimes I have… very active dreams in new places.”

Marcus’s jaw tightened. “I had some pretty intense dreams myself.”

Ayra’s smile turned wicked. “Dreams can feel so real sometimes, can’t they?” She tilted her head, eyes gleaming. “Would you like to come over for coffee tonight? I’d love to get to know my new neighbor… very intimately.”

Marcus’s cock throbbed hard at the promise in her voice.

“I’ll be there,” he said, unable to resist.

Ayra gave him one last lingering, hungry look. “Good. Sweet dreams until then, Marcus.”

She disappeared inside, leaving him rock-hard and completely hooked.

He was already hers.