I don’t normally dream. I know it’s a strange thing, but when I rest, it’s silent. It’s one of the only times I’m not thinking about my schedule and routine. I’m not thinking about killing. That’s why dreaming about Sage is so strange.
We’re sitting on the couch, completely naked, and I’m telling her all the ways I’m going to kill her online stalker, and out of nowhere she straddles me and starts grinding herself against me. It feels incredible, and the ecstasy surges through my body as she moves her hips against me.
“Tell me you want to be inside me, Travis,” Sage’s sultry voice meets my ear. Somehow she sounds both far away and nearby.
Nodding, I mumble, “Yeah.” My cock slips inside her wet pussy, and I groan in pleasure.
I’m about to come when something feels off. I can’t put my finger on it until I notice the couch is slightly crooked. “We have to fix that,” I murmur, and to my surprise Sage agrees eagerly. We get up, and I move the couch while Sage fixes the rug. Then we sit back down on the couch without a word.
What a strange dream.
Sage rubs herself against me, and as I’m getting closer to my orgasm, I feel very real sensations in my body. I haven’t felt anything like this since I was a teenager.
Somehow I manage to pull myself out of the dream realm and ground myself in reality to bring an end to it before I make a mess of my bedsheets. But then I open my eyes, and I’m not entirely convinced the dream is over.
With her shirt completely off, Sage is on top of me, fully seated on my cock as she moves her hips. Her eyes are closed as she tilts her head up, biting her lip hard as the pleasure starts taking hold of her. I blink a few times, dumbfounded at the situation I find myself in.
Sage has truly infiltrated every aspect of my life. First I couldn’t get any work done because of her incessant need to bother me. Then she stole a kill away from me by ruining my chance when I planned on going out. Now she’s forcing her way into my dreams, ending my sleep before I plan to myself.
“What the hell are you doing?” I say, grabbing her waist and holding her still as her eyes jolt open and she looks down at me in surprise.
What the fuck is she surprised about?
The surprised look on her face shifts into a smile as she grinds her hips more against me, bouncing up and down ever so slightly to tease herself on me.
“Isn’t this how you wanted me?” Sage asks, and I find myself nodding. She grabs my hands and lifts them from her waist to her breasts, letting me hold them as she resumes her movements. “You can have me however you want. I just wouldn’t want this morning wood to go to waste.”
When I don’t respond, she presses her hands against my chest and slides them under my shirt to feel my muscles. Her moans get progressively louder as she moves up and down on me, letting me feel just how wet she is already. I don’t know how long she’s been at this, but it can’t have been that long. On average, nocturnal penile tumescence lasts for only a few minutes.
I want to push her off me and end this. I know what I really want to do with her, and the fact that she can’t seem to keep her hands off me is only complicating the matter. But fuck ... she feels so good.
Her pink hair is hanging around her shoulders, tousled from the night’s sleep and moving freely as her body rocks. Her tits are perfect too. My hands are still on them, and I can’t help myself as I squeeze and flick my fingers over her hard nipples. She gasps and smiles, moving her hips a little faster.
It feels amazing, and from the way her body is twitching and shaking, I know it feels good for her too. But even though I’m enjoying the sight hanging over me, it’s not what I want. Sage needs to know that I’m the one in control.
She’s ruined enough things for me. I’m not going to let her ruin this as well.
I push her off me, immediately grabbing her and tossing her down on the bed. She squeals with excitement, spreading her legs wide for me to see her pussy on full display. She’s glistening from everything she’s done so far, and it takes a lot for me to hold back.
I position myself between her legs, immediately shoving my cock deep inside her. She closes her eyes and cries out as she takes every inch of me. My hands climb up her body, stopping briefly to admire her tits once again. My eyes linger on her neck.
I could do it now. Bring an end to all of this.
Nobody’s going to be looking for her for a while, and that would give me all the time in the world to properly clean up the crime scene and dispose of her. She won’t even know what’s coming.
My hands find her neck, and I squeeze gently, feeling how her throat tenses and bobs up and down at the pressure. The sight of her neck completely swallowed by my hands is invigorating, and I harden even more.
But when I look into her eyes, I’m disheartened. I expect to see fear and anxiety, but I don’t. She’s excited. She moves her hands to holdmine, almost encouraging me to grip tighter. I’m a man she barely knows, and I’m choking her in bed, for God’s sake!
What the hell is wrong with her?
I thrust my cock in and out of her, feeling how her pussy clenches around me, begging me to keep going and give it some release.
I’m at a crossroads. I want nothing more than to grip tighter until she’s clawing at my arm to fight me off. I can perfectly imagine it. I stop moving and put all my weight on her throat, squeezing even tighter until I see her lips turn purple. Her fingers dig into my arm, and she tries to fight me off, but she can’t. At the very end, she’ll realize that it was me she should have been worried about all along.
But for some godforsaken reason, I can’t bring myself to do that. As much as I tell myself I want that, I can’t do it. I’ve had every opportunity to end her life, and I found some kind of excuse not to. And now she’s here, staying in my home, splayed out before me once again, ready to have her life stripped away from her, and I can’t do it.
“That feels so good,” Sage moans through everything I’m doing. I feel her throat bobbing under my grip, her voice vibrating against her skin. “I like things a little rough.”
