Jealous

Nina's POV

When I finally forced myself up, trying to contemplate if what I had just encountered was a dream.

Ryan was nowhere to be found. I could have almost sworn that all that I had felt was real, and it wasn't a dream, but the room devoid of his presence gave me the answer that it was indeed a dream.

He had never been one to wake me up with his lips on my pussy, nor his dick inside me and I knew that wasn't able to change any time soon.

While I tried to stand up, I attempted to ascertain if the ache around my cunt was from earlier where he had fucked me until I couldn't lift a hand anymore or from the dream I just had, but anyone of those were fine by me.

I fumbled around, trying to get something to put on when I finally settled for a white button down shirt of his that smelled just like him.

I disputed taking a bath and searching for him afterward, but I guess that urge in me to find where exactly he was, was pretty persistent.

My legs traipsed out of the room, down the st