Page 48 of Sinful as They Come
“Ready for my cock, honey?” I murmur against her lips.
“Uh-huh.” She nods, cheeks all pink.
I lick my lips and aim my swollen tip at her soaked, little hole. I push in just an inch and grunt. She’s so fucking tight. I sink in more and more, getting lost in the warmth of her. She’s so wet, so soft, so tight. And all fucking mine. I give her more of my cock, watching as her pretty eyes flutter shut.
My eyes shut too. My head’s fuzzy. The room is hot. My cock is aching. It keeps twitching. Keeps throbbing.
I need her pussy so, so bad.
My eyes flew open a second later.
What the fuck?
I sat up, confused and trying to adjust to the darkness. I was in my room. In my bed. And I was…
Hard as a fucking rock, because I had been dreaming about…
“Jesus Christ.” I grab at my head and throw myself back down on the bed, hitting my pillows. “What the fuck was that? What. The fuck. Was that?”
I kept talking like someone was gonna whisper out the answer to me. Pulling my sheets off of me, I squinted in the lightless room. I could make out the outline of my hard cock in the dark.
I was so mad at myself. How the hell did I allow my subconscious to get so fucked that I was having wet dreams about Holly Sutton? It wasn’t even a wet dream, really – because I was still so fucking hard my cock ached.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
Holly was in my head. Somehow, she had planted a little seed there that had me dreaming about fucking her. God. It was so vivid. Even as I laid there, trying to forget all the small details, I could practically feel her. She had been there. In my bed. Legs spread, tits on show, pussy all wet for me.Forme. She had been whimpering out my name, crying out for me like I was her fucking God.
And I liked it.
In my dream. In my head. In… whatever the hell that had been, I had liked it.
But I didn’t like her. Not really. Not in real life. I kept telling myself that, anyway.
I took in a deep yet shaky breath, annoyed that my cock didn’t understand that we weren’t supposed to like Holly like that. Just because she was hot, didn’t mean I wanted to fuck her.
With a grunt I reached into my boxers and pulled out my cock. I was certain I had never been so hard in my life. It was a fact I didn’t want to accept, because being hard for Holly Sutton meant I felt something for her that wasn’t complete and total hatred.
My hand wrapped around the base of my cock and I groaned as I pumped at it slowly. I deserved to get off. My cock was fucking throbbing. But I wasn’t going to think about Holly. No way.
Sucking in a sharp breath, I quickly conjured up some girl in my head. Maybe I had seen her somewhere before. Porn. Titty magazine. The random girl I fucked the other week at Owen’s party. I didn’t care who she was. All that mattered was that she was the opposite of Holly.
I wrapped my fingers around my cock tighter, imagining somemysterious blonde with pale skin. In my head she was riding my cock, head thrown back as she screamed for me. In my head I was holding her tight, my hands on her hips as I guided her up and down my cock.In my head she looked nothing like Holly.
But the girl I hated oh so fucking much slowly creeped back into my head.
Suddenly the blonde hair I had been imagining turned brunette, the lean ass turned round and plump, and the small handful of tits turned all big and round and perky andfuck, I wanted to know what Holly’s tits looked like. I needed to know what they’d feel like in my hands as I took her from behind, her back pressed to my chest as I filled her up. What they looked like when she was bouncing in my lap and how she’d moan when I caught one of her nipples between my lips.
The blonde girl had faded.
She officially turned into Holly.
I tried to fight it. My eyes shut tight as I did my best to remember the made-up blonde I had been fucking in my head. But Holly kept creeping back in. I moaned as my mind filled up with images of her doe eyes and pouty lips. Her curvy body. Her perfect ass.
No. No. No. Nothing about her was perfect.
“Fuck.” I grunted. I tried again. Tried my fucking hardest to think about the blonde. But she wasn’t good enough, she wasn’t doing it for me.
There was only one person I could focus on and that was the bane of my fucking existence: Holly Sutton.
