Novel & Cerita Dream X George Smut

Tamera smiled. "I can scent your arousal." Dax said.

she asked me, making me nod " thanks ma" I said then kissed Brittney on her cheek " be a good girl, i' ll get you that stuff, see you later " I said then got out to go to my car and drove off to Pretoria west where I'm meeting up with Lady Shamika. " hey I'm shamika williams and you must be the one and only George Smith " I looked up from my seat.Damn this lady is so sexy, man what are you saying? You got a woman. I'm just looking nothing wrong with that,them titties though...ain't nothing like my wife's titties but still look firm, them hips and them legs damn " if you don't stop staring at my body and look at my face imma fuck you up" she said seriously making me chuckle

Prince Xander smiled. "Just tell me Mr George," replied the Prince. "I'm sorry, Prince. May I stay here? I will build a hut and will farm," said George. Prince Xander was a little surprised at George's words. "Mr. George, are you sure?" Prince Xander asked. George nodded. "I'm sure, Prince. I'm not young anymore. It's time for me to rest. My legs are not strong anymore to travel far. Please, allow me to stay here," said George. Prince Xander thought for a moment. "Alright. I grant your request. Dante before we go, we must help Mr. George to build a hut. Make sure Mr. George is safe here." Prince Xander said while patting Dante's shoulder. "Prince, thank you very much for all your kindness,"

I turn and look for my family, but it’s just me out here now. Weird. “Hmm,” I hear, as I lick my lips. *Hmmm is right…* Kent hums in my mind. Something warm and wet is toying with my dick, and I immediately pop my eyes open to see Dakota sucking on it. Ohhh fuck yes! That’s the stuff dreams are made of.

Scarlett’s POV “Aaahh, babe, more… Aaahh, I miss you.” I suddenly opened my eyes because my dream felt so real. I was about to get up, but someone grabbed both of my legs and buried his face even deeper on my pu***. “ Aaah! Shit! !?” who are you? I asked nervously. I was about to struggle, but when I looked down, I saw George’s handsome face. He seems enjoying himself while hungrily devouring my pu***.

“Over there is a camera,” Damien points at the big portrait of a naked lady. “You love to sleep naked and I will watch you every damn day you part thouse legs in a restless sleep… … spread your pussy in my view while you moan and soak your linens from your sex dream like a dirty whore.” What?! I mean, I know he’s a psycho. But this level of obsession?! His nasty words has me gripping my knees together, needing to pat my pussy and hold back from cumming in the puddle.

I let out with a grimace and sigh, "Come here, baby. I’m sorry you keep having these bad dreams.” “They suck, but at least they’re fake,” she sniffs. I nod and grab her hand go lead us into the living room where we sit down together. Me, Georgie, and Cain on her other side. We’re both touching as much of her as we can, trying to make her feel better. "Tell us what the dream was about," Cain says, raising a hand to run it slowly through her hair. Georgie stops looking sad at that moment, in fact... her face turns pink and she starts to smell embarrassed, "What? Was it a dirty dream?"

“Girl, what? That guy is nothing less than an 8! Please tell me if you have problems with your eyes, and I'll gladly book an appointment with an optometrist for you." Desiree rolled her eyes. She and Sasha seemed to have such varying opinions on what they considered hot. “No, seriously.” Sasha spoke again, gesturing wildly with her hands. “That guy is super hot. He's just like–” “Just like who? Damian?" Desiree teased. Sasha froze, her smile wiping off as she narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about? What has Damian got to do with anything?” Desiree smiled teasingly. “Oh, I don't know. Just that when I came to wake you up this morning, your bed was all wet, and you were moaning his nam

“Since then, I’ve been dreaming about you. About your scent. About the sound of your voice. About your fucking moan caught in your throat when I touched you for the first time.” “About your taste, about the way you writhe when I fuck you in my dreams.” The Lycan completed, hoarse with desire. Susan gasped. Her heart hammered in her chest. “The dreams…” Dmitry smiled sideways, obscene. “Yes, I know you call me into them,” he murmured, eyes locked on hers, while his hand held her leg open. “All night calling me. Begging me! Come, Dmitry… Fuck me… Mark me… Destroy me!”

I imagined him smiling at me, not with duty, but with genuine affection and pride. “We’ll get there,” I whispered, more to myself than to Uru. “One step at a time.” Sleep pulled at me, and I didn’t resist. Later in the night, I have a chaotic dream about meeting Damien. First, he was happy to see us. He was smiling broadly as he came close to me. Then his face turned gloomy, and he frowned while looking at me as if he was not happy to see me. What could this dream mean? **** Jaxon