Page 99 of Dream Man
“Sam.” I’m beyond irritated. “No. Not in due time.I’mthe boss. Mouth. Now.”
“As you wish.”
Oh, he knows I love that line fromThe Princess Bride. He throws it out now and then, usually in a sarcastic way, but this time, he means it. With the skill honed from years of pleasing me, Sam places his mouth on me, and that’s all she wrote. I come so hard, I feel dizzy.
Panting, I feel like I need to tell him, “You win the academy award for head.”
Sam chuckles as he wipes his mouth with his hand. “Now, can I be in charge?”
“Sure.” I’m too sated to think straight.
Leaning back, he sits on the floor with his back against the couch. Sam’s dick is hard and straight. He raises his hand, and I place mine in his as he pulls me off the coffee table onto my knees on the floor. “Ride me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fuck. I love that.” He does. He loves to be dominant, and when I started playing right along with him several years back after reading some very hot books by a new author, well, let’s just say things got even better.
Straddling him, I raise myself up until I’m over him. Reaching down, I hold him steady as I lower myself onto him. “Oh, my god,” I moan as he fills me up. It’s what I’ve needed all day long. Hell, all week long. We’ve been so busy with the kids, we haven’t had time. Until now.
“I said ride me.” His voice is demanding, which makes me drip even more.
“Yes, sir.” I repeat the same line because now isn’t the time to be creative. Now it’s time to fuck my hot husband. I push up onto my knees, and Sam’s hands reach around to my ass. Pressing down, I feel him thrust up at the same time. “Faster. Let me see those tits bounce.”
He’ssodirty…
I do it. And it’s amazing.
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I wake up with the sun shining through the French doors of the bedroom and a hand in my panties. “Sam?” I say with a raspy morning voice. I’m tired after the marathon sex we had last night. We didn’t even make it to Luigi’s. Luckily, they deliver. I moan because he’s doing magical things with his fingers, making me wet and wanting.
“Mm-hm,” he says from right behind me.
“Whatcha doin’?”Whatever it is, please don’t stop.
He chuckles. “Helping you out.You were rubbing that sweet ass of yours all over me. You have that dream again?”
I smile as I roll over to face him. “Pretty much. This time Henry Miller could speak.”
His head falls back onto the bed as the laughs roll from his body. “He could talk?”
I nod as I slide my hand down his hard chest, past his insane abs, and directly into his briefs. When I find his cock hard as steel, I push his briefs down so they’re out of my way.
“What did he say?”
“He was sitting on your kitchen counter. When I showed up, he pointed at me with his little paw and in his sweet little cat voice, he said, ‘She’s got the hots for you.’” I did my best to mimic how I imagined Henry Miller to sound. To be honest, my interpretation didn’t match the dream, but that’s okay.
“What’d I say to that?”
“Not much, you just grabbed me and told me you wanted to ravage me.”
Sam chuckles. “Did we do it on the deck at our old place in the dream?”
Frowning, I answer him honestly, “I don’t know. You woke me up before we got to the good stuff.”
Sam pushes me onto my back as his body moves between my legs. “I’ll give you the good stuff right here, right now.”
“Yeah?” I moan as he slides inside. This never gets old. “You gonna give my story a happy ending, Sam?”
“Don’t I always?”
“Yeah. Always.”
“Love you, Colette,” he says, pumping into me hard.
“Love you more, Sam.”
“Not possible, my sweet girl. Not possible.”
The End
