“Dani,” I grunted.
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered.
“I’ll guide you. Just follow my hand.”
I guided her lips down to my cock and she kissed its tip. Her soft, pillowy lips made me leak and I heard her gasp again with shock. Her innocence did something to me. I wanted to rid her of all of it. I wanted to show her things her family wanted to keep her locked away from forever.
Starting with the pleasure a real man could give a girl like her.
“Lick it,” I growled.
“What?”
I peeked my head up and found her wide eyes staring back to me.
“With your tongue. Lick it up. See if you like it.”
I watched her with a heated stare as she looked back down at my dick. Precum dribbled over the side, quickly making its way to her fingers. She dipped down and lapped at my cock, causing me to grunt as her warm, wet tongue connected with the ridge of my girth that pulsed for her. She giggled as my precum became wetness against her skin.
“It’s…”
She clicked her tongue inside her mouth before a smile spread across her cheeks.
“I don’t hate it.”
I grinned. “Then I’ve got plenty more for you.”
I shoved her face back down to my cock and she opened her mouth. I felt her gag around me as my head fell back to the bed. I cupped her cheek and massaged her neck, helping her to relax as she took all of me she could. The tightness of her throat called to me. The spit from her mouth dripped down my balls, coating me in her own mark. What I wouldn't give to feel the tightness of her pussy around my dick, to make her orgasm over and over until she begged me to stop because she couldn't take it any longer.
“Max,” she moaned.
The vibrations made my dick jump as I sucked in a shallow breath.
“Hold it there. Just--like that.”
My eyes twitched as the memory faded. Wait. No. It wasn’t a memory. It was…
A dream?
“Fuck,” I groaned.
Every move I made had me wincing. My cock was stiff as a board, and I felt something damp against my skin. I forced my eyes open and I found myself gazing at the ceiling. My chest was still panting for air, my hand still warm from the phantom tendrils of her hair.
I peeked underneath the comforter before I grumbled to myself.
“Great. Gotta change the damn sheets.”
I was a grown fucking man. Why the hell was I having wet dreams? I rolled over onto my side and drew in deep breaths. I had to get this behemoth erection to go away before I could even think about sitting up. I closed my eyes and shook the last of the haze from my mind. I rubbed my eyes, trying to bring myself back down to the land of the living. Sure, I’d had a good time with the girl last night.
But now I was already dreaming about her?
“She did a number on you,” I murmured.
I drew in a deep breath before I forced myself upright. My balls hurt. Physically hurt. And my thighs felt as if I’d just run a damn marathon. How long had I been dreaming about her? I had no clue. All I knew was that my boxers were sticky, my comforter was damp, and my sheets were crusted over.
Telling me this had happened more than once last night.
“The fuck?” I growled.