Author's note: This story is for mature audiences only, due to the subject matter and language used. This is purely fiction. And shout out to PRITTBROWNIIZ for encouraging me to post some of my literary works here. Thanks and enjoy!
The sweat dripped from his body onto mine as he wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his breath on my neck before he kissed and licked on my sweet spot, the one behind my right ear. As he thrust into me, I could feel the thickness of his rock hard member touching every single inch of my walls. My fingernails scratched his back up, all over his tattoos. I always get afraid that I’m hurting him, but he would always whisper in my ear, “Mmm…I like the way you claw my back baby.” And then he would beat it up more as my “punishment,” making me scream out his name over and over. Lightly pushing on my stomach, he makes me feel every inch of him inside my gut. “Whose pussy is this?” he would say to me as he pounds harder and faster. He would not let up until I told him it was his. I could feel myself getting ready to climax. Gripping the sheets until I almost rip them apart, I could hear him groan out. His animalistic growl would only turn me on more. “You gonna cum for me, ma?” he said, looking straight in my eyes once I glanced at him. I could hear myself saying, “Yes…yes…Oooh God yes!” And just as we both reach our sexual peaks together…
BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!
The sound of the alarm clock wakes me. My eyes open, groggy as hell. That entire moment was just a dream, a figment of my imagination. What made it even worse was that I just HAD to be awakened right when I was about to cum. The guy, the sex, everything was a dream. But the emotions, the orgasms, and the feelings were real. UGH! Why does my mind tease me? It’s like I’m in front of a big candy store as a kid, and not being able to get a single piece. Not a tootsie roll, a lollypop. Nothing at all. And here I am, waking up in a cold sweat, horny and frustrated. All I have to say is…this is some serious bullshit.