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“I need to help you.”
“It’s fine. I mean…I stretched it out. It was so painful,” she nodded over and over again. “Really intense, but I think I worked out all the kinks.”
“Are you sure? You’re sweating.A lot.”
“Right, well…it just went on and on.” She cleared her throat, a bright red flush sweeping over her face. “But I finally achieved…relief.”
The way she said that had me thinking of things other than cramps. Like how desperately I needed relief. If she wasn’t here, I’d probably rub one out just to stop myself from taking her under the covers right this minute. And why the hell shouldn’t I?
Yeah, there was the fact that she sidelined me, but I wouldn’t know if I didn’t try. I slept beside her every night. I woke up with her body wrapped around mine. That couldn’t be just friendship. There had to be more here that I was missing. Maybe we just got our wires crossed.
Fuck this shit. I was tired of waking up every morning hard with no relief. I wanted to feel her smooth skin under my hands and know there was a happy ending waiting for me that involved her warm pussy wrapped around my cock. My hand just wasn’t cutting it anymore, and my wrist desperately needed a break. Besides, I wasn’t a coward. I was a man of action.
I stalked toward her, my eyes burning with an intensity I knew she could feel. I tore the covers off her body and took in her hard nipples peaking under the thin camisole. Fuck, she was beautiful.
“What—what are you doing?”
“What I should have done the first time I saw you.”
I gripped her by the arms and hauled her out of bed, pulling her tight to my body. I could feel her warm breath caressing my skin as her eyes fluttered shut. And then I went in for the kill. I smashed my lips to hers, groaning when she threaded her fingers through my hair, tugging me closer. She moaned indecently, sliding her foot up my leg and wrapping it around my ass, jerking my cock closer to her pussy.
She pulled back, her eyes hazy and full of lust. “Dash, take me.”
She didn’t need to ask me twice. I threw her down on the bed, watching as her tits bounced up to greet me. My eyes never left hers as I tore the belt from around my waist and tossed it to the side. When I slid my pants down, her eyes widened and she bit her lip as my cock bounced out to greet her. Her legs spread wide without her even meaning to, inviting me in for a taste. As I tore my shirt over my head, I knelt down to praise the cunt I dreamt about every night.
With just a small stroke over her pink lips, she cried out, tossing her head back as she called out my name. Her fingers slid through my hair, pulling me flat against her pussy. Her juices filled my mouth as Ipushed my tongue inside her, finally tasting her sweet cunt. I had dreamed about this, stroked my cock to orgasm, as I imagined this moment.
“Dash, I need you inside me. Fill me!”
I crawled up her body, pressing my lips to hers. She moaned indecently as she tasted her own arousal on my tongue. My cock nudged at her entrance, feeling the heat surrounding just the tip. This was heaven. Just an inch and I was positive a blinding light would fill my eyes and shatter the last remaining thread of restraint I had.
“Dash.”
I stared into her eyes, knowing this moment would change everything.
“Dash.”
“Dash!”
I shook my head and stared at her on the bed. Glancing down, I realized all of it was an illusion, a beautiful dream that would never become a reality. I wasn’t naked in bed with her. I hadn’t just tongue fucked her or felt her nipples pressing against my chest. And that warmth I felt around the tip of my dick was my own precum, oozing as I daydreamed about what I desired most in this world.
“Yeah?” I asked, shooting for nonchalance as I shifted and tried to hide the massive bulge in my pants.
“Are you okay?”
“Totally. Absolutely. Fantastic. I was just—” I waved my hand off to the side, searching for a valid explanation about why I dozed off and wasn’t answering her. “I was thinking about a job.”
That’s right. I was going on a mission to get away from her and her luscious lips.
“A job?”
I cleared my throat again. Was it hot in here? I tugged at the collar of my shirt as I tried to swallow the massive lump in my throat. “Yeah, I’m going on a job today. I won’t be home for a while.”
“How long is a while?”
“At least a week. Maybe more.”
“Oh.”