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“Carter, baby.” Her eyes are closed when she speaks.
That’s her please, fuck me voice. Throaty. Desperate. Needy. Her nipples pull tight against my T-shirt. Her breath quickens. Her hips rock in a lazy rhythm, grinding her sweet naked pussy on my sweats.
Horny little girl begs to be pounded. And I never say no to my pet.
It looks like it’s going to be one of those nights.
Blood rushes to my cock. I’m harder than before. More on edge than I was a second ago. The need to claim her is palpable, and I don’t ignore it.
I act on it.
Shifting us on the bed, I kneel beside Amara, hooking my fingers around the waistband of my sweats and black briefs and tugging them down.
“You like that, don’t you, pet? You always come so hard.” I stroke myself, getting off on how beautiful she looks in the silver moonlight. “So fucking hard when you wake up gagging on my cock.”
Amara mumbles a bunch of incoherent words. My dick throbs in my fist. A drop of precum gleams on my Prince Albert.
My thumb presses her bottom lip down. The head of my cock is an inch away from her mouth. Ready to smear my semen on her plump lips.
“Baby,” she murmurs, her hand slipping between her naked thighs. “Make me come. Both of you. Please. I’m so close.”
Anger paralyzes me, hard and consuming.
She’s cheating on me. In her dream.
Another man. Another motherfucking man.
I’m going to punish her pussy for its greedy owner. Going to sink my teeth into her until she screams.
“Yes, Carter, there, suck my tits, don’t stop.” Her groan tightens my balls, despite the flare of jealousy. “Now, Killian. Fill Carter’s ass, please. You two together, I’ll come so fucking hard.”
Fuck. Yes.
That kind of dream I allow. That kind of dream I encourage.
This sweet kinky woman doesn’t just want any other man. She wants us. The both of us.
I have a second to decide on what to do next.
Other men in my situation would’ve addressed the situation in a calm environment. With her conscious. Dressed.
Amara didn’t choose another man.
She chose me. And I’m a violent sick fuck.
Her sick fuck.
I tuck myself back in, climbing out of bed. Silently, I pad to one of the drawers in my closet. Waiting inside is Killian’s black silk tie. He took it off this morning when I told him it looked worn out.
I lied.
Once he returned to the bathroom to style his hair, I slipped it into my pocket.
I like keeping mementos of him.
With Amara moaning like that, I’m itching to share it.
Share him.
