Page 49 of Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming

“Yes, I am. You need a minute to adjust, ’cause I know I do. You’re tight.”

His dick throbs inside her.

“Oh, shit. You need to stop.” Aimee giggles.

“It’s not me, it’s you. You feel damn good, baby.”

He throbs again.

“Mmm.” Aimee bucks her hips forward.

“Oh, you ready?” He snickers.

“Mm-hmm.” She nods, knowing he can’t see her but not caring.

He fucks her as they kiss, bite and lick each other’s mouth with wild abandon.

Aimee clings to him like they’re about to be separated by an unknown force.

He’s giving her fast strokes.

“So good, so fucking good!” Aimee whines.

“Argh! Fuck, fuck. Baby, your pussy.”

“Oh, fucking hell!”

He slips his dick out and then rolls onto his back. He gets Aimee in the reverse cowgirl position before sliding himself inside her and slipping his arms under her knees. He holds her up, fucking her deeper.

Aimee has had lots of sex. It’s a joke among her and her girlfriends by now, but this right here … This mystery man is hands down the best she has ever had.

“Fuck!”

The hardness, the throbbing, his grunts. It’s all so damn good. She simultaneously wants relief but doesn’t want it to end.

He slides his arm from under her and turns her on her side. He lifts her leg up.

Patrick’s lips are against her ear.

“Mmm, fuck. Your pussy is tightening around my shit.”

“God fucking dammnit!” Aimee screams.

He sticks his tongue in her ear and sucks on her earlobe while playing with her engorged clit with one hand and her nipple in between his thumb and forefinger with the other. All while, again, not missing a beat with the strokes.

The pressure is mounting, and Aimee’s ready to explode when he does the unthinkable.

“I can feel you, baby. Go ahead and wet up these sheets,” he commands.

“Ohhh, I gonna … fuck!” Aimee comes. Hard.

No man has ever made Aimee come on demand.

He keeps fucking her. “Fuck, I’m close,” he whispers harshly in her ear.

“Oh, oh,” he tenses. “Shit!”

He shakes as he releases inside of her.