“Mmmm,” I moaned, enjoying the hell out of my dream. Kiana was in my bed, her curvy body pressed tight against mine. I was hard as f**k and ready to slide into her. I had a breast in my hand, a peaked n****e begging me to keep touching her.
I did so gladly, rasping my thumb over the hard tip. She moaned, the sound just loud enough to reach my ears. My hips moved, seeking her out. She rubbed against me.
“Kiana,” I groaned.
“Don’t stop.”
My eyes flipped open. Holy s**t. She was there. Really f*****g there. In my bed. Her a*s grinding against my c**k. Her full tit in my hand. Her n****e hard. Her breathing shallow and needy.
“Kiana?” I croaked.
“Sawyer. Please.”
I’ll admit. I was a little bit of an asshole. I knew I should stop. That everything between us was way too complicated to add
