My Cousin's Fiancé, My Ruin
INDIGO
I was having a wet dream. Again.
This time I was on my knees in Leah’s room, my ginger curls wrapped tight around a strong fist while I choked on a thick cock, drool running down my chin as I tried to take every inch.
The man above me groaned low, his eyes locked on mine with dark satisfaction.
“Good girl,” he murmured, voice rough with pleasure. “Just like that, Indigo. Deeper.”
My pussy clenched hard even in the dream, soaking my thighs. I woke up gasping, hips grinding desperately against my pillow, my nightshirt bunched around my waist and my fingers already between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit.