TWENTY TWO – BEDROOM SINS

MIRA

I'm having a very pleasurable dream.

I cling to the dream, refusing to be thrust back into harsh abyss of reality. Mason is fucking me, and he's fucking me hard.

In the dream, I grab onto the bedsheets, my screams of ecstasy filling the room as the devil himself pounds between my thighs.

Pleasure and sweet, sweet pain explodes behind my eyes as I grab onto his fine arse, begging him to go faster.

He drives my quivering arse into the bed with the force of his thrusts, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

Hot, soft lips brush against my ears, a hot breath flutters against my neck, and a jolt of electricity runs up my spine,

"Wake up, princess. I want to look at you while I fuck you."

That puts an end to my dream.

My eyes fly open at Mason's roughly murmured words, and I'm immediately drawn to the delicious pressure between my thighs. It takes a moment or two for me to realise that it was no dream. Mason is indeed fucking me, but he's going slower this time.

My chest tightens w