Page 81 of Barefoot Dreams
“Yes,” I say quietly, crawling over Julie’s perfect naked body, parting her thighs as I hold them in my hands and line my cock with her slick opening.
“I’ll hurt you real good, baby,” I tell her, looking for a go ahead and when she nods, that’s all I need to slam inside her pussy in one go with a loud cry-out from Julie and a long groan from me.
The pressure is too much, and I fall over her. She’s so fucking tight I can barely breathe and based on the strangled sounds coming from her, she can’t either.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. Is it too much?”
“Keep…k-keep going,” Julie pants. “This feels—God, this feels so good. So, so, so, so, so good,” she moans out, shifting underneath me to create any kind of movement as one of her hands comes up to squeeze her tit, and I snap.
I snap, and cradling her head in one arm, while the other one replaces hers on her breast, I pull out only to slam back inside her just as hard as the first time, my balls slapping against her wetness.
“That’s right baby. I know you can take it. You can take all of me.”
Julie cries out again, her nails digging into my back but her pussy contracts around me and the feeling is so delicious, I can’t stop. So I do it again and again until we are covered in small beads of sweat, our slick bodies sliding against each other.
“Birdy, you feel so damn good. I can’t get enough,” I whisper into her ear as she shudders underneath me. Each second is pure ecstasy, something I’ve never felt before and I don’t think it’s the alcohol in my system.
I think it’s her.
It’s always been her.
And now she’s mine. She’s mine forever. With all of my babies.
“Yesss,” she hisses. “So good. I didn’t know…I had no idea…” she mumbles incoherently as her walls grow tighter and tighter around me until they finally shudder and she comes all over my cock, triggering my own release all too soon.
“Fuck,” I spit out as my dick pulses deep inside her and I slam my mouth against hers, needing to be closer to her. Before the last drop of my cum is out, Julie pulls away from the kiss.
“Do you think we can make some more babies tonight?”
And just like that my completely spent cock, hardens inside her again.
God, I love blind drinking.
And I love this girl.
Those bells in the back of my mind resume their ringing, but I decide I like their ringtone, so I let them continue as I fuck my dream girl, my forbidden girl all night long.
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Not Dear Diary
It can’t be wrong when it feels so right, right?
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Julie
"I want to touch the parts of you no one else has touched. I want to own the piece of you that has yet to be discovered. So stop resisting. Let go. Let it happen.” – David Hollan in Requested Surrender
The pillow beneath me moves slightly, tugging me out from the most delicious dream ever. Why is it moving? I’m not ready to wake up yet.
Nope, I’m going back to sleep. I go to tuck the pillow back beneath my head but instead of my fluffy, cotton bedmate, my hands are met with hard, warm ridges and soft hair.
Skin and abs and hair. Oh, sweet daisies, I’m touching skin and abs and hair. My whole body stiffens immediately as my heartrate picks up.
What have I done? What have I done? What have I done?
I don’t sleep with random guys. Who is in my bed?
