My legs felt shaky as I descended the stairs, the cool wood against my bare feet doing nothing to calm the fire still burning between my thighs. The dream clung to me like a second skin, Alex’s thick c**k stretching me open, his dirty growls in my ear, the way I’d moaned like a slut while he f****d me senseless in my own bed. My soaked panties rubbed against my swollen c**t with every step, sending little sparks up my spine. I tugged the hem of my tiny sleep shorts down, but they barely covered anything. My thin tank top clung to my breasts, n*****s still hard and obvious. Part of me hoped he’d notice. The other part was terrified he would.
The kitchen lights were dim, just the under-cabinet LEDs glowing softly. I heard the fridge door close and then there he was.
Alex.
Shirtless, gray
