Dream X George Fanfic Novels & Stories

I heard George say from the other end. "You did that for me? George that was—" “It's late, you need to relax, okay. I'll call you later," George said. "OK. I appreciate what you did, George, you're such a true friend.” I made my way upstairs and then got into bed @readers where are the comments at? I know there's somebody suspecting a romance here but who's the prince charming George or Damien? Maybe even another...

The dream felt so real I woke up moaning his name, my hand already between my legs, fingers buried deep inside me as I chased the fantasy to a shattering orgasm. The guilt was immediate and crushing. I confessed the dream to Dr. Voss the next morning, voice trembling. “It felt too real,” I whispered. “Like my mind is trying to find a way to have both. Liam and the Queen. Love and excess. I’m terrified that’s what I really want — and that I’ll never be satisfied with just one.” Dr. Voss leaned forward, her expression more serious than usual.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

He had always been commended and complimented by all his former partners about the size of his cock, and as soon as he saw the delight on the face of the woman, he knew that even right here in captivity, he was representing. It was a dream fulfilled, he being the object of pleasure for several women, but he wished they would have done it on his terms. Moans floated around him from bodies consumed by the heat of passion. The women finger fucking themselves moaned as their fingers darted in and out of their glistening vaginas. They all looked from themselves to where he was hanging at the corner of what he assumed to be their square. George wished he were free; he would have swallowed their ta

"Trust me, nemesis. In my dreams, we do everything without our clothes on...usually in my bed." I show him the finger which makes him chuckle. He knows I will regret that night forever even though we stopped at the right time. I can only imagine what would have happened if he'd smashed his lips against mine. He was drunk, I was drunk and Chris was the one who caught us on time and had a heated argument with Xavier the next morning for being an asshole and almost cheating his girlfriend with her sister, and playing with her honor. I really miss my sister a lot and I am about to shamelessly hurt her memories.

he didn't listen and was in an excellent mood to tease her, as she remembers nothing about yesterday's event, so this surely means that her body wasn't weak or sensitive for now. "Oh, relax, Shrey, I'm tired; let's take a nap" he wasn't lying; the night was indeed hectic for him. "No, leave me, or I will bite you" Shrey was displeased and wanted to elope far away. "Oh, another love bite, don't get horny, baby doll" he smirked and attempted to kiss Shrey's exposed neck, "Ahh, let go!!" "Never you're mine, you remember me or not, I won't let you go," George sincerely confessed

I so fucking loved this. Dirty, cheating, forbidden filthy fucking is the best; the rush of a risk of Darla catching us, feeling betrayed, imagining her face when she found the man she was marrying the next day fucking her best friend's ass, god, that instead of making me feel pity for her, I was feeling more turned on. I reached for my clit and started rubbing it as once again I was about to squirt all over Darla's bed, sending another shiver down my back.

George rubs his face, “I remember the dream, but I don’t know when it became reality.” He puts his head in his hands, “Did I really rape her?” Seb sighs, and moves around to sit next to him, “I had to physically pull you out of her. So yes. It was real.” George gets up and jogs to a nearby tree and vomits. Seb sighs and continues, “I didn’t hear everything you said to her, but once you were out of the tent you did say; ‘That’s my Good Girl, you’ll always come back to me. No one can stop me from taking what’s mine, Darling. Your cunt is mine.’ All while I had you in a headlock.” Seb shudders, George wipes his mouth and staggers back to the fire,

Soon, George tore off my nurse outfit, exposing my entire body right in front of him. He stared at me with lust gleaming in his eyes. I could feel goosebumps all around me. This was too embarrassing. He lowered his head, opened his mouth, and sucked on my sweetspot. After a moment of tasting, he jumped up in excitement. "She's extremely delicious. Much more than any humans that I've ever tried." Then, he touched his crotch. "I think I'm having a little reaction down there." George turned to Daniel and asked, "You said that she has a great suction function, yeah? Teach me."