Dream X George Fanfic Lemon Novels & Stories

he invites, spreading out his arms. “How come you are hard again?” Lana hesitates, her glance glinting with desire as they flicker on his growing bulge. Damon shrugs, closing the gap between them. “I’m indulging in some fantasies.” He confesses as if it's the most reasonable thing to do in the given situation. “What fantasies?” Lana raises a question, her breath ragged as his presence overwhelms her. He leans in, his lips grazing her ear. “Fantasies of your tight cunt gushing out my cum, tangled in my arms, under the sheets. Your muffled moans in my ears as I fuck you till you lose sensations in your legs.”

I looked down and realized I was hard as fuck. Sex Dreams, Damn it. I rubbed my temples and sighed. Why the fuck am I having sex dreams of Sebastian. I thought I'd told myself this was over and it was time to move on. I threw the sheets off my body and then stripped and headed to the shower to cool myself down. I turned on the shower and leaned on the glass wall and closed my eyes. I can't get over this man. What is it about him? My mind starting wandering, thinking about his body, the way he touches me, the way he moans my name.

"God, you're pathetic. He never loved you. Nobody could. You're so...bland." George stood up, wrapping the sheet around his waist. "Lisa give us a minute." She pouted but complied, slipping past me with a triumphant smirk. She didn't even bother to take her clothes, walking naked across the hallway to her room. I stared at George, the man I had encouraged when he was nothing, the boy from the slums who had captivated me with his dreams and determination. The man who had never even touched me beyond a kiss, always claiming he 'wanted to take it slow' for my sake.

"Then you wait. You pay attention. You try things. You make mistakes. You change your mind. You start over." "That is exactly what Damon said." "Damon is smart." "He is also frustrating." "Same thing." "No. It is not." She smiles. The cookies are burning. She turns off the oven. We eat burnt cookies and drink cold milk and talk about nothing and everything. --- That night, I cannot sleep. I lie in bed. Damon is next to me. His hand is on my stomach. His breathing is slow and even. He is dreaming about something. I do not know what. His face is soft. His mouth is slightly open.

Foreplay was over as soon as that condom was properly rolled down his dick. I liked that he let me be on top, playing into my need for control. I can’t help it. I’m a D’Amore. We are born Doms. Not the first time and won’t be the last that I ride his cock like this, but unlike any time before this, everything felt more intense. Each roll of my hips and thrust of his cock lit me up. I could see the purple aura of my magic surrounding us.

Or better yet, to worship the real deal. My mind went to dirty and lustful places. Flashes of yesterday when he pressed me into that tree, our naked bodies pressed together as he devoured my mouth, made me groan. I need to get laid. This standoff between Darren and I needs to end before I lose my mind. I was drawn for my lustful thoughts, with Alexander elbowing my side. ‘If you are done fantasizing about your mate. He’s going to kill that dumbass Clement.’ Alexander nodded his chin to where Darren had Clement by the throat, and the boy was starting to change colors.

' thought chancellor George annoyed then made a troubled expression as he looked at king Damien , who ignored him again and continued to work . " Your majesty !........Do you like that human princess ? " asked chancellor George with a nervous tone . At that sudden moment , king Damien started to think about all the times that he and Charlotte had met and what they had talked about . He remembered the kiss they shared and his lips felt an instant thirst for more . His heart started to beat juts by the thought of having Charlotte falling in his arms .

"You take them home safely I'll handle that volcano" he said pointing towards a girl who is sitting under a table angry. "Why I have always have to deal with two" Darren groan when last time scene flash in front of his eyes. With how much difficulty he take them home only he knows. It's like winning an Oscar. "Cause one Is your sister and other is your lover. I can't do anything Mr." Damian shrug turning around. Darren look at the girls who are sleeping peacefully on couch after sucking the life out of two boys. He slowly move towards them not wanting to wake up the devil's.

“When was the last time you have known me to sleep in? As for shopping trips, thanks but no thanks, I can live without those. They are a trial on the senses, and I’ll not suffer those again. Ever if I can help it. As for leisurely meals. Ugh. Another trial that usually includes insufferable people whining and complaining about something. If they aren’t complaining, then they’re bragging about some inconsequential success. That they’ve experienced recently in hopes that they’ll be praised and gain some sort of influence. Why won’t you look at me?” George silently cursed before he turned to look at her. Ana gasped. George knew his eyes were glowing and his fangs were clearly evident. If she lo

George and I might end up having another sex. When I pulled away, panting from the umpeenth kiss, George's hands danced across the table with a mischievous grin, scooping up a dollop of whipped cream with his fingers. He dotted it on my nose and cheeks, his fingers leaving a trail of chilled delight on my skin. I couldn't help but laugh and blush at the tender teasing. He leaned closer and licked them off, I fluttered my eyes closed when his warm lips came in contact with my face.