Page 27 of Dream Cum True
“How?”
“I’m gon’ finger fuck you until my hand is covered in your slippery juices. While you catch your breath, I’ll start the shower, and in there, I’m gon’ let my dick play with your tonsils until I shoot my seeds down your throat.”
Before I could respond, he pressed his thumb against my clit and two fingers inside my already slick hole. He continued to squeeze and twist my nipple as he massaged my clit and slipped his fingers in and out.
“Mmm shit.”
“You like that?”
“Mmm, yes, baby. Don’t—oh shit. Don’t sto—oh shit!”
“That’s right. Give it to me.”
No encouragement was needed because if my pussy didn’t do anything else, she would give Elias what he wanted when he wanted it. He let my pussy contract around his fingers for a minute before taking them out and putting them in his mouth.
As he said he would, he started the shower and then undressed. His dick stood at attention as he helped me from the bathtub. The shower was only a few steps away, and once we were inside the glass doors, he leaned against the wall and pulled me against his chest.
We passionately kissed as the water from the shower hit my back. I wasn’t sure why I couldn’t get enough of him, and although I didn’t know if love was in the cards for us, he was definitely someone I could get used to having around.
I pulled my mouth away from his and planted kisses on his neck, chest, and stomach as I prepared to kneel in front of him. When I grabbed the base of his dick, I shivered with excitement as I rubbed my thumb over the thick veins.
“I’ll take a picture, and you can stare at him as long as you want, but staring ain’t what we doing right now.”
I guess that was my cue to suck, and suck was what I did.
Twelve
Elias
We’d just gotten comfortable on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and a bottle of wine. I’d never had the combination before, but Karla swore popcorn and wine were made to enjoy together. She scrolled through one of the streaming apps for a movie as if it wasn’t well past our bedtime and we didn’t have to work in the morning. Suddenly, someone began pounding on her front door.
“What the hell?” she muttered as she dropped the remote and looked toward the front door.
“Are you expecting anyone?”
“No. Especially not at this hour.”
It was approaching midnight and too late to pop up at someone’s house unannounced. The person began pounding again, but this time, shouting followed.
“Karla, open this damn door!”
It was a man’s voice, and it must’ve sounded familiar to Karla, because she shot to her feet and headed toward the door.
“Hold up.” I stood and grabbed her before she got too far. “Whoever that is sounds angry. I’m not letting you answer that door.”
More banging and shouting of obscenities came from outside.
“It’s Cairo. Something may be wrong with one of the girls.”
“If it was that serious, he would’ve called you on his way to the emergency room, and he wouldn’t be banging on the door like a fucking lunatic.”
“Karla! I know you’re in there. Open this fucking door.”
“That doesn’t sound like a man worried about his child,” I told her.
I stepped around her and headed for the door. Before I opened it, she grabbed the back of my shirt, and I turned around.
“Cairo is an asshole and will probably say something to piss you off. Please stay calm. He’s not worth the energy.”
