Page 7 of Dream Cum True
“I want to use my dick to take your mind, body, and soul to places it’s never been. When you go back home, I want you to cum a little bit every time you think of how I made you feel. I want every man after me to feel inept when they slide into these walls.”
He hadn’t delivered his first stroke yet, and I believed he’d get everything he wanted. It was selfish of him to want me to be addicted to his dick when he knew we would never see each other again, but I was foolish enough to encourage him to do just that.
“I want it all,” I repeated.
His first stroke damn near took me out. It didn’t hurt, but I was nervous about what was to come. The second stroke had me anticipating every one that would follow. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to get lost in the moment, committing every sensation I felt to memory.
“Your pussy is magnificent,” he praised.
My eyes popped open at the sound of his voice and connected with his. A part of me wanted to believe he’d fed that compliment to every woman he’d blessed with this glorious dick, but the way he looked into my eyes had me believing he meant every word.
I asked for hard, soft, fast, slow, and nasty, and Elias didn’t disappoint. He stroked me into another orgasm with soft, gentle strokes. He fucked me like a porn star, banging into me hard and fast. He pulled his dick out and ate my pussy better than he did the first time. When I came in his mouth, he lapped it up, crawled up my body, and shared my essence with me.
What I experienced in a few short hours was life-changing, and I wanted to experience it again and again. I wanted to pack this man in my suitcase and take him home with me. Unfortunately, even the best things in life come to an end, and this night was one of those things. I’d only dreamed of nights like this, and he made those dreams come true.
I stayed with him until the last possible minute. Luckily, he dozed off and I was able to make a quiet exit. I was certain that memories of the night would remain on repeat in my head for days, weeks, months, maybe years to come.
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Elias
Iwas disappointed when I woke up in bed alone. I thought Karla and I had made a connection, and we’d have time to exchange contact information. It didn’t cross my mind that she’d sneak out before the sun came up.
After a quick shower, I spent the next hour looking for Karla. I checked all three of the pools on the property, the fitness room and spa, the restaurants, and the beach, but had no luck. I repeated the same process a few more times over the next few days, and it became apparent that Karla was no longer there.
As I enjoyed breakfast alone on the last day of my getaway, I looked up and saw Clinton and his new bride. I’d forgotten about meeting him a few nights ago but was happy to see him again with his wife. I recalled Karla saying she was friends with her, and I wanted to get her contact information.
“How are you two lovebirds?” I asked as I approached their table.
The newlyweds were thoroughly engrossed in each other, and I should’ve felt bad for interrupting. They had something I wanted very badly, so I felt justified.
“Hey, Elias. We’re enjoying our first few days of marriage. Oh, this is my wife, Mona. Baby, I met Elias the night of our wedding.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Elias. Are you here alone?” Mona asked.
“Unfortunately, yes, but I’ll be headed to the airport shortly. I didn’t mean to interrupt, but I need a huge favor.”
“As long as it won’t land us in jail, we can probably help. What’s up?” Clinton asked.
“Actually, this favor might be more from Mona than you.”
Clinton looked at me suspiciously. I was sure he wondered what I needed from his wife.
“What is it?” Mona questioned.
“Would you mind giving me Karla’s number?”
They both looked surprised by my request, but Mona began smiling almost immediately.
“My best friend Karla?”
“Auburn hair, freckles, and absolutely beautiful,” I responded.
“That’s my bestie. When did you meet her?”
It felt strange talking to them while I stood and they were seated on the same side in a booth, so I sat across from them.
“Right after I met Clinton, actually. She was sitting at the bar, and I couldn’t resist striking up a conversation with her.”
