“I want you, baby.” He murmurs across my skin.
“Right.”
Kiss.
“Here.”
Kiss.
“Right.
Kiss.
“Now.”
“Then take me.” I plead. “Claim me in every way.”
Dean wastes no time in laying me down onto the grass and releasing his heavy cock, the tip glistening with pre cum that has my mouth watering at the sight of him. A god amongst men. We completely skip the foreplay, I don’t need it, I’m needy and desperate for him that I can’t wait any longer.
“You ready for me, pretty girl?” He taunts, stroking the tip of his cock over my sensitive clit.
“Yes! Yes, please.”
His glorious smile blinds me as he pushes his cock inside of me, stretching me so perfectly, filling me to the brim and I let out a low moan, my hands finding purchase in the soft blades of grass.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight baby. This glistening cunt was made for me, wasn’t it?”
I try to answer him but I can’t ignore the pleasure that’s coursing through my veins with every stroke of his hard cock against my inner walls.
“Answer me, mama, was this pretty pussy made for me?” He grunts out with every shove of his cock and I moan out loudly in the middle of the field. “Yes! Fuck yes it is.”
“Atta girl. I want you to come for me, like the good girl you are.”
Holy fuck. His words seem to flick an internal switch somewhere deep within me, mixed with the delicious feel of him inside me has me ready to explode into a thousand, glittery pieces. Dean keeps one arm bracketed at the side of my head, the other looping under my thigh to push it towards my chest. The change in angle has my eyes rolling to the back of my head and my nails scraping against the cold soil.
I can’t even begin to form a coherent sentence, instead I moan and groan as the tip of his cock hits my most sensitive spot.
“I.. oh, I..”
Dean pushes my leg even further towards my chest and runs his lips across my jaw towards my ear, keeping the pounding rhythm going. “Use your words, pretty girl. Let me fuckinghear you.”
“I’m coming!”
“That’s it, come for me. Come, so fucking hard for me baby.”
Glitter explodes behind my eyelids and I swear I’m floating into the clouds. My body feels weightless, like I’m having an outer body experience. Colours around me seem brighter, more vivid and the sweet smell of the flowers is much more pungent now.
It takes me a moment to come back down to the earth and the moment I do, I lift my hand to pull Dean towards me but.. he’s not there?
“Dean?”
“Where are you?” I whimper.
Confusion hits me like a freight train as I sit up and spin around on the grass, searching my surroundings for him but coming up empty, finding nothing but open space and dying flowers, their colours no longer bright, now a dull gray and lifeless.
“Don’t.. don’t leave me.” I whimper as tears begin to fall down my face. “Please find me.”
“Please.. come,” I mumble in my half awake state, “come back.” The tears that dampened my face in the dream have made their way into my waking state, droplets trailing like rain down my filth ridden cheeks.
