This is a dream. The best dream. And I never want to wake up.
Chapter 8 - Boone
I can't see straight.
Everything around Nicole is blurred. The walls, the furniture, the sunlight streaming through the windows. None of it matters. Nothing exists except her head bobbing up and down on my cock, taking me deeper with every stroke.
Her short blonde hair flutters with the rhythm of her movements. Saliva trickles down the corners of her mouth, making everything slick and perfect. She's looking up at me with those brown eyes, watching my reaction, and I can't believe this is real.
Nicole Waters is on her knees before me, sucking my cock like she's starving for it. Like she's been dreaming about this as long as I have.
This can't be real. Has to be a dream. But dreams don't feel this good. Don't make my balls tighten and my thighs shake and my entire world narrow down to the wet heat of her mouth.
Her fingers cup my balls, rolling them gently, and that simple touch combined with her mouth almost makes me shoot a load in her mouth. I feel the climax building, that pressure low in my stomach, the trembling in my hands, the way my hips start to move on their own.
I'm close. Too close.
I pull out fast. She looks up at me, eyes wide, lips swollen and glistening.
"Everything okay?" she asks breathlessly.
"If you keep going," I manage, voice wrecked, "I'm going to finish in your mouth."
"Would that be a problem?"
My cock throbs so hard it actually hurts. Jesus Christ, she's going to kill me.
"No," I rasp. "But I'm fucking you first. Nothing's stopping that."
She quickly turns around, lowers her chest to the mattress, and arches her back, presenting that perfect ass to me. She glances over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded with lust.
"Then do it," she whispers. "Put your cock inside me."
I nearly black out.
This is Nicole. Shy Nicole who blushes when Colt makes dirty jokes. Sweet Nicole who volunteers at the animal shelter and brings cookies to the ranch. Innocent Nicole who I thought would need coaxing and gentleness.
Except she's not any of those things right now. Right now, she's a sex goddess begging me to fuck her, and I've never wanted anything more in my entire life.
I move forward, gripping my cock, lining it up with her entrance. Her pussy is pink and swollen and absolutely drenched. Glistening with her arousal and my saliva.
I place my hands on her hips. My hands look huge against her curves, and push inside. She's tight. So fucking tight it takes effort to work my way in. Her body resists, then yields, accepting me inch by inch until I'm buried to the hilt.
"Oh God," she moans, tilting her head back. "Boone—fuck—you're so big—"
I start to thrust, slow at first, letting her adjust. But she doesn't want slow. She throws her ass back to meet me halfway, taking me deeper, harder.
"Don't hold back," she gasps. "Please, Boone. I need—I need—"
I give her what she needs. Give her everything I've been holding back for three years. I fuck her hard. Deep. My hips slam against her ass with every thrust, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. Her moans get louder, more desperate. She reaches back to grip the sheets, knuckles white.
That ass. Jesus Christ, that ass bouncing with every thrust. I can't help myself. I bring my hand down hard on her right cheek.
SMACK.
She gasps, head whipping around to look at me with wide eyes and parted lips.
"Again," she breathes.
