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My eyes flutter closed as pleasure floods me.
Then I feel his cock. His monstrous cock, rubbing over my pussy.
I rock my hips upwards against him, trying to guide him into me.
He chuckles. A deliciously dark sound that vibrates through my entire body sending shivers down my spine.
“Tuomo.” I call out his name like a drug on my lips.
He moves against me, pushing inside me. It is indescribable. I moan louder, digging my nails into his skin, wanting everything.
He pushes deep into me, and I can barely breathe.
My eyes shoot open, and I lie dead still in my bed. I’m facing the wall, trying to keep my breathing even. Trying to stay as quiet as possible to not give away the fact that I am no longer sleeping.
Is he here?
Is he in my room?
What woke me up?
My heart is racing. It could be from my dream. I can feel the layer of perspiration on my chest, heated desire spilling over into the real world.
I want to roll over and look around my room, but I’m frozen in place.
What do I do if he really is in my room?
The darkness is heavy and ominous. I shouldn’t be this scared of him, but I am. I don’t know what he’s capable of.
Should I say his name? Will he answer me?
The tension of not knowing if I’m alone is making my entire body rigid with fear.
Every cell in my body is alert. Adrenaline is coursing through my blood like molten lava. I can’t just lie here forever. I need to do something.
If he was going to do something bad, he would have done it already.
I take a deep breath, willing myself to roll over and scan the rest of the room. The darkness makes it hard to see and even the shape of my jacket in the corner, hanging from the closet handle, looks like it could be something else.
I’m being ridiculous. It was just the dream that made me wake up.
I shift my body, waiting, nothing happens.
Gathering all my courage I roll over onto my back and immediately I see him.
A scream building in the back of my throat and bursts through my lips, loud and piercing through the still darkness of my room.
In a flash he moves over me, reaching out he clamps his hand over my face.
I struggle, kicking out and tangling myself in the blankets. Panic removes all reason, and I fight hard against him as he presses me into the bed.
I don’t stop. I don’t give up.
He climbs onto the bed, kneeling over me so that I am trapped beneath him.
I scream against his hand, but the sound is muffled and pointless.
“Stop.” He shouts, pressing down harder until my face hurts.
