A Wet Dream~an M rated FanFiction
Chapter 1
Rubbing and rubbing down her soaking wet clit.
He found just the right spot to touch.
His hands were covered in her liquid.
There was unsteady breathing and moaning all the time.
Then he leaned down and flicked his tongue against her even more soaking wet clit.
"God, yes!" she screamed, wrapping her arms around him, screaming and panting as he licked her harder and faster.
Since his tongue was busy firing her up, he used his hands to roam around her very naked body.
Grabbing her breasts, he squeezed them with both of his hands at the same time, causing her to moan twice as loud.
She dragged her hands down his chiseled chest and to the waistband of his boxers, looping her fingertips inside of the waistband.
He pulled his head back from her clit, and helped her out by dragging his boxers down to his ankles, and then kicking them off to the floor.
She stroked her hand down his cock, her mouth watering as she did so.
She could feel her clit getting so wet that it was like someone had just drenched it in water.
His cock was already hard and erect from all the touching and feeling of her body.
He kissed her lips unsteadily, both of them naked and horny.
He needed her right then.
She needed him right then.
Her legs wrapped around his hips, giving his hard cock access to her opening. He thrusted right into her, pumping his hard cock into her faster and faster.
She was reaching her orgasm in no time.
She was going to explode all over him without another moment of hesitation!
"Oh fuck yes!" she screamed, about to climax all over the place.
But then she woke up, and there was no Toby Cavanaugh pumping a hard cock into her. She wasn't getting pounded right there, she was lying in bed alone, boyfriendless.
To make matters worse, she was aroused—just as soaking as she was in her fantasy.
Body drenched in sweat from her dream.
And she really was naked.
She had gone to sleep touching herself while thinking about Toby for some reason.
He had just been on her mind a lot that day, and then she went to bed after touching herself for a bit, and he popped into her dream.
And in that dream, he was fucking her hard.
Damn it.
She wished he was there for her, his toned body on top of hers.
She wishes he was there with his hard cock, ready to pleasure her exactly how she liked it.
He knew her g spot. He knew how to do it right.
He knew how to make her orgasm faster than she could do herself.
She needed him.
But instead, she had to awaken, only to realize it was all a wet fantasy in her dirty mind.