Page 33 of Stolen Moments

She returns her heavy-lidded gaze to mine, and I don’t miss the way my command racks her body with shivers.

Oh yeah, she dreams about me.

Fuck it. Here goes nothing.

“In my dream, you were in my bed and I had your legs spread wide as I ate your delicious pussy, feasting on you until you came screaming my name and your cum ran down my chin.”

Instead of freaking out, Emery’s eyes close and a soft moan vibrates in her throat as she no doubt imagines my dream in that pretty head of hers.

My length grows, thickening with need. I run my hand over the tip of my cock, giving it a squeeze over my clothes, fighting the urge to lower my shorts and stroke myself as she watches.

I watch her chest heave as she lays back, her eyes closed and lips parted. She’s so fucking sexy.

“What happened next?”

This woman. How did I get so lucky? She surprises me with her responses at every turn, digging her claws deeper into me.

“If I had kept dreaming, I would have kissed my way up your body, stopping to lick and suck your nipples until you begged for me to slide my cock inside your tight wet cunt.”

She moans louder at the picture I paint of us for her, spurring me on.

“I would have fucked you slowly, bringing you to the edge over and over until you were a needy, panting mess, before fucking you with long hard strokes, watching your tits bounce with every deep thrust until you came on my cock.”

Emery pulls on the collar of her shirt before sliding her hand down her body and out of view. She bites her lip as her eyelids slowly slide open. The heated look in her eyes has me on the verge of coming in my pants.

“Emery,” I warn.

Her body stiffens, and I might fucking die a happy man right now. This gorgeous woman is touching herself while I’m on the line telling her about my dirty dreams.

“Mason,” she groans my name.

I can’t stop from slipping my hand into my boxers, gripping my shaft. I want her to say my name like that every day.

“Yes, baby doll?”

“Are you touching yourself too?” Her voice is breathy and laced with desire.

That sound will now be my fuel every time I jerk off to thoughts of my girl.

My girl?

“Fuck, yes,” I grunt, not sure if it’s an answer to her or to my own wayward thoughts.

“Good, because I’m about to come.”

“Keep that phone on your face and those eyes open. Show me how fucking stunning you look coming to thoughts of my thick cock buried deep inside you, fucking you hard.”

She groans, panting and squirming, as she shakes her head from side to side, nearing her orgasm.

“That’s it. Imagine it’s my fingers, my tongue, my cock making you come.”

“Yes,” she keens, forcing herself to look at me.

My balls tighten, tingling with my impending orgasm as I pump my hand up my shaft faster, harder.

Forcing my eyes open, I watch Emery get herself off to my voice. To thoughts of us together.

As much as I want to see her fingers coated in her arousal and pushing into her pretty pussy, seeing her like this—vulnerable and open to me—is hot as fuck.

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