“Liar,” I murmur, glancing at him over my shoulder as he positions himself against my center, running his head up and down my s*x, teasing me. “You haven’t been starving. You’ve been f*****g me in my dreams. Wasn’t that enough to keep the hunger at bay?”
He chuckles lowly, bringing his c**k back to my center and slowly beginning to press into me. “You tell me,” he says, gasping as he goes. “When I f**k you in your dreams, does it feel anything like this?
And suddenly I’m gasping too as he starts to fill me, my vision flooded with stars as I press my eyes shut and moan into the fabric of my pillow. Every inch of him stretches me, feeling like an unending fullness as I feel the swell of his head making room for the rest of him on its path deeper inside me. The sensation rips through me lik
