Page 22 of Brassy Bigwig

I'm in Trey’s suite.

In Trey’s bed.

“Are you ready for round two, théa?”

His voice filters over my shoulder from behind me, his body melded to mine. His front against my back, his long arm curled around my body as his fingers wreak havoc between my legs for the thousandth time this evening.

I barely remember falling asleep after he…

I can feel the fire burn my cheeks as I recall the way he balanced me across the back of the sofa, holding me steady so I wouldn’t fall, and licking me until I came undone.

Holy hell.

The way he fucked me as he had me bent over on the surface of the desk. It was the most pleasurable sex I’ve ever had. My blood feels like it’s rushing to my core, throbbing intensely over my clit as another orgasm begins to rocket through me.

“Oh my god.”

He climbs on top of me as my orgasm begins to dissipate. As I gaze into Trey’s eyes, I see a darkness I haven’t seen in them before.

It’s possessive. It’s hungry. It’s feral.

He makes a show of licking my arousal off of his fingers before pushing them inside of me again.

“Trey…” I cry out just as his mouth covers mine, swallowing the sound of my pleasure before it’s able to echo off of the walls of his suite.

Keeping me just on the edge, he removes his fingers and brings them to my nipple. He traces a damp path around each before reaching between us once more and lining his cock up to the entrance of my pussy again.

“Trey, I don’t think I have anything left in me.”

“But I promised you five more orgasms tonight. I never break a promise.”

Thrusting his hips, he enters me fiercely as my eyes roll into the back of my head. He scoots his knees under him so he’s kneeling before me, spreading my legs open wide on either side of him. Fucking me savagely, he grabs my clit between his fingers and tears leak from my eyelids as I reach the euphoric place only Trey can send me to, once again.

* * *

Gasping for air, I sit up as I realize I’m back in my own bed. On the Upper West Side. I’m not in Greece, I’m not getting fucked relentlessly by Trey until I’m no more than a floppy rag doll.

I am, however, throbbing between my legs at the memory my subconscious likes to remind me of so often.

I fling myself back onto my pillow and wallow in my bitterness for a little while. Several minutes pass without any reprieve from the pulsating feeling of desire flowing straight to my core. My clit feels like it’s as large as a damn marble. As hard as one, too.

Fuck, I need relief.

I’ve been making a habit out of this. Wild sex dreams starring Trey and me. Waking up panting. Desperately in need of relief. I have to put a stop to this madness.

Tomorrow.

Unable to stop myself, I reach between my sweaty thighs and connect with my clit. As I pull the image of us in his bed back to the forefront of my mind, I rub myself faster and faster until I cry his name as quietly as I can into my empty room.

I thought the memory of him would fade the longer I went without seeing or speaking to him. Seems I was incredibly wrong about that.

As I come down off of my high, the realization hits me.

I screwed myself in Greece when I left Trey’s room without saying goodbye, and because of my stupidity, I’ve been stuck screwing myself ever since.

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