Susie’s POVMy bedroom.My bed.The dresser stood where it always had, a familiar silhouette against the wall. Pale streetlight slipped through the gap in the curtains.No television.No blue glow.No Zach.My heart slammed against my ribs so hard it hurt. I was soaked. My fingers were still pressed between my legs, slippery and trembling, the unfinished orgasm pulsing in frustrated little waves that refused to crest. My sleep shorts were tangled around one ankle. The sheets were kicked halfway off the mattress.It had been a dream.I yanked my hand away like I’d been slapped and rolled onto my side, pressing my face into the pillow. My breath came in short, shaky bursts. Every nerve between my legs was still throbbing, still demanding the finish that had been stolen from me.What the fuck was that?I could still hear his soft voice telling me exactly where to touch, how hard, and how fast. I could still see the slow drag of his fist over his cock while he watched me spread open on th
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