"I promise you this isn't what you think." The whispered words break through the fog, and I wonder if that is Blake. I must be dreaming because why else would he be here? I roll over and wince at the sharp pain shooting through my face. "Okay, maybe it is what you think, but I swear—" My eyes fly op
"I already know about the dildo, but I'm sure we can find use for it," Blake says as he leans over and kisses me on my neck. Heat blooms through my face and all kinds of other places too. "Why are you both doing this to me?" I groan. "Well, if you don't want him to hear everything you're about to
The scent of warm vanilla sugar surrounds me while I dream, and it's almost real. There's softness against me, and then I feel hands moving down my body and reaching into my sweats. I'm hard and weeping with need as Piccola's hand wraps around my length. This dream is so good that I thrust into her
She slips the tip of the vibrator into her opening, and I lean forward to swipe my tongue over her clit. She moans again and tries to push it inside her but stops short. "Look at that sweet cherry getting in the way. Push it in real quick and pop it for me." "Sammy, it's too big," she moans as she
"I can't stay locked away in your home forever," I tell Blake as I get ready to go in to the office. Lexi was sweet enough to bring me over a bag last night so I could have some of my own stuff. It also gave her a chance to grill Blake. He'd let her do her worst with a smile on his face, and he did
A low rumble comes from deep inside his chest, and it makes me giggle until my laughter is cut off by his mouth. "Finish getting ready. Do you want breakfast here or at the office?" "Office! Their bacon is extra crispy." "I can make you extra-crispy bacon," he grumbles, releasing his hold on me t
"Hey." When the doors close, I turn toward her and take her face in my hands. "I'm not angry with you. I'm angry at your father for making you feel this way. For making you think that you have to hide who you are, or that the second you care for something it's going to disappear. Because that's not
"You can't do this to me." He's beginning to plead now because there's no way out of this. "The only way you walk away from this unharmed is in my good graces," I tell him as I squeeze Piccola's hand again. "And because I love your daughter, I'll make sure she's taken care of." "I'll be ruined, an