Page 45 of Puck with Karma
All throughout, I wonder how a dream can be this realistic. It’s as if my subconscious is sabotaging my peace by reminding me how good Xander can make me feel when I’m awake.
“You are so fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispers in my ear. “I want you so much… All the time… I am addicted to everything that is you…”
I sigh and let him have his way with me. After all, it is just a dream. Never mind the fact that Xander did all this to me while we were awake, too.
“Yes, just like that,” he praises me when he positions himself behind me and slides one leg in between mine, opening me up more.
Cool air brushes over my most intimate part, making me shiver.
“Xander,” I whimper. His name just falls out, never doubting for a second that, even in my dreams, there can only be him. I smile when he responds just the way I need him to.
“Yes, baby. Say my name. I will make you feel so good.”
“I need you.” I hope my words are clear enough, and it all feels so real, I don’t want to ever wake up.
When the pads of his fingers circle at my entrance, gathering all my juices before sliding lower toward my butt hole, my hips start moving. I have never in my life been compelled to do any back door play. But this is turning me on in a bad way. I’m glad all this is happening only in my head because it is embarrassing how the wetness is just gushing out of me from the way he is touching me there.
“Jesus, how can you be this perfect?” he wonders out loud from behind me.
I want to laugh and give him a sarcastic answer, but I can’t focus on anything other than his hand in between my legs.
“You listen so well. And you’re going to take me all.”
That’s the last thing I can process anymore. I know he says more words, but I don’t know what they are, and I don’t care. It is all gibberish that I won’t have to remember since it is in a dream.
With a firm grab, he lifts my leg and places it over his. The tip of his cock is right there, teasing me once again, just like he did last night when we finally did the deed. This time, though, I don’t wait for him to play games with me. It ismydream after all.
I bring my arm back and place the palm of my hand on his delicious ass. It really is amazing, you can tell that he’s an athlete, and it feels even better in my dream.
“Now, Xander!” I was hoping my voice would come out a bit more commanding, but it refuses to cooperate the way I want itto. I flex my hips back, his cock sliding in a bit more. My hands push against the mattress now as I try to apply more pressure and get him all the way in.
“This what you want?”
He moves so fast, it takes my breath away when, with a firm grip on my hip, he finally pushes himself until he is fully seated inside of me.
“Yes,” I wail over the whooshing sound inside my brain.
My eyes crack open just a bit, but I force them back closed again. I can’t leave my dream just yet. I want him to make me come. I want him to come at the same time as me. I want this to be real.
“You take it so good,” he growls into my ear, and I clench. “Fuck yes, so good.”
My head is resting on his arm that’s underneath. I accommodate him when he bends his elbow to stick his fingers in my hair and yank it back, bringing my mouth against his. I gasp in pain but don’t fight it. Instead, I welcome his tongue when he starts kissing me aggressively.
The hand on my hip lets go only for it to land on my breast. His thumb and forefinger reach for my nipple and squeeze so hard, I see stars. Between that, the hand in my hair, his tongue in my mouth, his cock inside of me… I feel overstimulated. This is the wildest dream I’ve ever had. In fact, I don’t remember ever having a dream this sexual in nature, and…
“Open your eyes,” Xander growls at me.
I’ve been so distracted by everything happening to me, I didn’t realize he stopped kissing me.
“Open you’re fucking eyes,” he repeats, louder this time.
As if I have been hypnotized, my eyes snap open. I expect to just be met with the silence in my bedroom at the apartment the Cats provided me with.
Instead, I see Xander. He is half over me, pushing into me from behind. My head is turned sideways, his fingers firmly in my hair while his other hand is on my breast.
“Oh my god,” I gasp for air. “It’s real.” I squeeze him tighter, and his hips move faster. “It’s all real.”
“Me fucking you will always be real, Abigail,” he groans when he says it. “And I’ll do it over and over again…”
