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Groaning loudly, I decided to just let my mind focus on her. My logic was that it wasn’t my fault. It was my cock’s. I couldn’t help it if she was a stuck up, beautiful, pain in the ass. It was my first time thinking of her like that and I was determined to make it my last, but fuck, I was gonna at least have some fun if I truly couldn’t get her out of my mind.
I held my cock tighter and sucked in a sharp breath. There she was. On her back for me, legs spread. I could see her pussy, the soft lips glistening under the cheap lights in my trailer. In my head she didn’t seem to care that she was laying on old sheets. She wasn’t concerned about the buzzingradiator that kept me up at night sometimes. She wasn’t worried about the fact that I wasn’t her perfect, blond boyfriend.
None of that bothered her.
In my head she kissed at me with those pouty lips desperately. My head was rushing, because I was suddenly filled up with thoughts of how those lips would feel wrapped around my cock. I imagined them being all soft and plush, but I would need more than that after a while. I would need her pussy.
She was back to spreading her legs for me, my name on her lips as she looked up at me with those big eyes. She’d grab at me. Tug at my hair like she did in my dream. Pull me in closer. She’d want me. She’d be begging for me. We didn’t hate each other in my head. No, she wanted my cock. And if she was crying out to get fucked, who was I to say no?
I’d push into her slow and deep; filling her up in one swift, gentle movement. She’d take my cock so good, her little pussy wrapping around me nice and tight. She’d be so fucking wet, too. And soft. And warm.
“Fuck,” I murmured, pumping my cock faster. She felt so good in my head. Such a sweet, tight pussy. She’d be crying out and whining, her legs wrapping around me, like she needed more of me. And I’d give her what she wanted. I’d give her every inch of my cock, filling her up to the hilt, fucking her so that I was balls deep inside of her. My name would sound so good on her pretty lips.
I was grunting as I played with my cock, feeling my length throb in my hands. I needed to cum. My dream had gotten me so fucking hard. I couldn’t forget how much I hated her. How much she pissed me off. But Holly was the only thing that could get me where I needed to go. She was the only one who was gonna make me cum tonight. Just for tonight, I reminded myself. Just because of that dream. I was never gonna think of her like this again.
Again – it was my cock’s fault. Just because I thought about fucking her didn’t mean I liked her. Christ, I had fucked plenty of girls I didn’t like in the past. So a little fantasy didn’t mean a damn thing.Thinkingabout fucking her andwantingto fuck her were two different things.
Holding my length tighter, Holly had suddenly switched positions. She was riding me. Those big, round tits were in my face as I held her round ass tight. She bounced up and down on my cock, leaning in so I could suck on her hard nipples. She rode me so good, sliding her pussy up and down my cock. All the way down. So that my heavy, cum-filled balls would slap her ass.
She squealed as I took over, my nails digging into her ass as I pounded into her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I shoved my tongue into her mouth, kissing at her hard. She took my cock so well. Took every inch of me so fucking good.
I was so close. I didn’t want it to be that way, but Holly Sutton was about to make me cum and there was not a single thing in the world that was going to stop me.
My hand tightened around my cock as I imagined what Holly’s pussy would look like. She’d be soft and smooth and warm. I wondered what her moans would sound like, what her nipples would feel like as I pinched them, what her pussy would taste like. I literally licked my lips at the thought of her.
I grunted, my teeth gritted as I kept fucking her in my head. Deep. Fast. Hard. There she was above me. Whining, whimpering, and so fucking wet for me.
All it took was one more stroke of my cock for me to lose it.
Groaning lowly, I kept my hand on my cock as I lost control. Rope after rope of cum shot out of me, coating my stomach. I made sure to pump out every last drop, so desperate to feel some sense of satisfaction after that dream had my cock rock hard. I kept cumming. Kept forcing out every last drop until my balls had been drained.
I looked down at my cock, feeling satisfied but enraged at myself for letting a fucking dream make me think of Holly like that. I gave my dick a disapproving shake of the head, trying to shift the blame off of me and on to my cock.
It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t. And even if it was, it didn’t mean anything. The dream and me jacking off to her. None of it meant anything.
I pulled at my hair for a second.
“Fuck,” I muttered to myself. I couldn’t escape Holly. Even in my dreams.
Chapter 15
SAWYER
“Do you think the Enlightenment period is more interesting than the Industrial Revolution?”
I rolled my eyes and groaned loudly at Brodie’s question. I didn’t care. And he knew that.
“Well?” he prompted.
“Aren’t they the same thing?” I scratched at the back of my head. My cousin had dragged me into the library for some stupid history project. I probably had the same thing due; but I had yet to one, get started on it, and two, give a fuck.
“Yeah, I thought that too,” Brodie mumbled, picking a few books off the shelves. “These look good. Huh. I might read some of these now. Let’s go sit.”
“Can you just borrow them so we can leave?”
“But I have history next. I don’t wanna look like an idiot if I get asked a question.”
“Just wing it.”
