My Dreams - Sex Stories

My Dreams

... were you last night? Do you have any idea how angry I am that you didn't show up to fuck me crazy? Thanks to you I was worried. But enough of that, you have some work to do in making it up to me. I came all this way to get a proper bedding and you don't show up until these beasts have cornered me. All because you didn't show when you were suppose to, you now have to fuck me silly until I'm satisfied, which may be never. Let's go!" A smile had spread to his face all through my rant, I'm sure he was picturing me naked under him as he ravished me senseless. Once I had quieted down, his lips found mine, locking in hunger as he worked to devour me. Our audience was all but nonexistent, other than the hoots and hollers of approval. Not wanting any witnesses for what would come next, I flexed my new powers, zapping us back into my silk sheets. Our clothes I conveniently left behind. Our hot flesh moved together as he began running his hands over me, stopping only at my breasts to knead and flick my nipples. The motions were addicting as our tongues dueled it out. My hips bucked up occasionally to push my dampening pussy into my lover's hard cock. Soon we were in a frenzy for release, and all because he entered my wet, tight pussy so slowly and sensually that I was whimpering as the pressure of my orgasm built. Once touching my burning heat, my incubus couldn't hold back and the thrusts hit hard and fast, quickly sending us over the edge into Bliss's paradise. Collapsing to the silks, we lay where we were, slowly fading from consciousness, him still embedded deep inside me. He was always going to be mine, I wouldn't let him go. Those thoughts filled my head as he held me to his warmth, and we fell into oblivion. When I woke, I would be sure to praise him with a wild and hot blow job, as for now I was content.