Page 37 of The Chief
He chuckled and bit me again, closer to my aching pussy. My clit throbbed, and I tried to move my legs, attempting to relieve the building pressure.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Dream Keir replied in a sexy rumble. “You’re mine now.”
His tongue stroked my center, lapping at me from entrance to clit. The tip of his wicked tongue played with my bud, pushing me higher, until I felt the tingle of my orgasm cresting. Here was another fun fact: I didn’t orgasm from sex with a man. I’d even faked it with him in the back of the Rover.
But this was a dream, so all bets were off.
The pressure grew, and I needed his dick to fill me.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded, my fists screwing up the sheets. “Please.”
“As much as I like the sound of you begging for my cock, I won’t fuck you tonight,” Dream Keir said.
I pouted.
He laughed, then added, “I promise I will. Soon. But tonight is just for you.”
“I—” I couldn’t finish my thought because Dream Keir did something sinful with his tongue and fingers. The movement shoved me off the precipice I had been teetering on and my whole body seized as my orgasm rolled through me in crashing waves. Liquid heat spilled down my thighs. I didn’t squirt in real life, but in this dream, I soaked the bed beneath me. The intense pleasure shocked my body, but Dream Keir’s fingers and mouth didn’t stop.
He lapped between my thighs, still pumping as my body twitched with the aftershocks. When he finally pulled away from my body, I was boneless. Content.
“I knew you’d taste like my fucking downfall, Jynx. Open your mouth,” Dream Keir said.
I obeyed.
“Stick out your tongue.”
His voice sounded strained, and I grinned.
“What are you smiling at?” Dream Keir asked in a soft voice.
“You,” I replied.
“Why me?”
“I drive you crazy.”
He chuckled. “You do drive me crazy, Jynx. Now, be a good girl and open your mouth.”
I opened my mouth, wondering at his request. Maybe it was to get me to stop talking? There was a grunt, a low muttered curse, and then something warm hit my lips and slipped down my chin. I ran my tongue across my bottom lip and tasted something salty.
A memory surfaced with the flavor, and my eyes sprung open. Keir was kneeling beside my head, stroking the last of his release from his cock as he looked at my welcoming mouth. I snapped my jaw shut, then spat his cum out onto the pillow.
He blinked at me, seeming to come out of a dream himself.
Only mine hadn’t been a dream after all. All that shit had happened.
Looking down the length of my body, I saw my sweats were down near my ankles and the sheets were wet between my thighs. I had actually squirted. And I’d come from sex.
Scrabbling back toward the bedhead, I yanked the hoodie down and glared at him. “What the fuck were you doing?”
Keir’s usually open and cheerful expression disappeared with my question, and he tucked his semi-hard dick away into his sweats. “Relax, Jynx.”
“Don’t tell me to fucking relax!” I screeched, not caring whether I woke other people with my outrage.
He scoffed. “You need to relax. Sleeping beside you is like sleeping next to a corpse.”
“So you thought you’d eat me out and come on my face?”
