By: Koko Brown

Chapter One

“Mm… That feels delicious,” Chloe purred, opening her legs wider. Someone was performing some fantastic tricks with his tongue. So much so that her toes curled and her hands clenched in his silky hair. He must have liked her reaction because his tongue swept unmercifully across her pussy lips then plunged deeply into her heated channel.

“Oh jumping Jehoshaphat!” Chloe yelped. “I’m almost there, please don’t stop!” And he didn’t. Instead he added a finger to his arsenal. He stroked her clit as his tongue plunged in and out of her pussy.

“Oh yes, yes, that’s it! Give it to me, daddy!” Millions of stars, not just from the predawn light, blinded Chloe’s vision as the beginnings of her orgasm ripped through her. Unabashedly she screamed her release then yelped when she felt a sharp prick on the inside of her thigh.

What the fuck! Did he just bite me?

Her dreams were definitely getting kinkier and kinkier! Oh well, whatever he’d done, she wanted him to do it again because her orgasm had just kicked up ten notches as he sucked on her inner thigh.

While she struggled to regain her senses, she distinctly heard the telltale crinkle of foil. As her body continued to pulse from her orgasm, she felt her lover slide his way up her body and position himself between her quivering thighs.

“Do you want more?” he asked, whispering huskily in her ear. As if trying to coax the right answer out of her, he moved his hand, which had been stroking her pussy, and exchanged it with the head of his cock. Cock indeed! It felt more like a battering ram with its thick head and wide shaft.

“I don’t think you’re gonna fit,” Chloe panted when he slowly inserted the head of his cock inside her.

“I fit quite well four times last night,” he chuckled, working his way into her tight passage.

“Four times?” They’d had sex four times already! Where had she been when all this went down? But before Chloe could become more indignant on the matter, she almost choked when he plunged deep inside her, filling her. He was so thick and deep within her she just knew he was touching her womb, or was unbelievably close.

“Ah!” Chloe gasped, shuttering her eyes at the exquisite pain-pleasure he was inflicting on her. As his thrusts became more demanding, she eagerly met him thrust for thrust by lifting her hips from the bed.

“I love it when you throw your pussy back at me like that!” her lover groaned. “You would be the death of any mortal man,” he grunted, rising up on the palms of his hands. Now he could dig deeper into her. Sliding one of his arms under her thigh, he lifted her leg up and wide and thrust even deeper into her now quivering flesh.

Chloe opened her eyes and looked into the face of her dream lover and the breath caught in her throat. She knew she had a great imagination but she’d really gone overboard with this one.

Not only was he white with a delicious British accent but he was drop-dead gorgeous to boot!

Never in her thirty-four years had she dreamed up a lover outside her own race. Most of her dreams featured deep chocolate-brown hunks with pretty skin and even prettier white teeth.

But she had to admit she hadn’t done badly with this one. He had impossibly wide shoulders, which tapered down to washboard abs with to-die-for v-cuts. His jet-black hair curled softly to the nape of his neck. A strong jawline, aquiline nose and sparkling green eyes the color of fresh spring leaves completed the picture.

He was manly perfection personified.

It was amazing what a few days of vacation could do for the mind and body! Two weeks ago, she’d closed on the last house in a hundred-unit subdivision she’d been brokering for the past seven months. In need of a long-overdue vacation, Chloe had decided to fly to Vegas a week ago for some relaxation and fun.

Well, whatever it was, she just hoped her dream didn’t end anytime soon because not only was he one of the best-looking men she’d ever dreamed up but he was working it.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked. If Chloe weren’t so besotted by the rotation of his hips against her pelvis, she would have thought he sounded insecure. When did dreams start acquiring insecurities?

“Ungh-hungh,” she gasped, nodding her head.

Oh my lamb! He was really working his cock now. It took Chloe several attempts to form a coherent sentence. “B-b-but I especially like what you are doing to me.” Wanting him even deeper, she shifted her position lower onto the mattress then wrapped her legs around his hips.

“Oh…yes…love…hold me tight. Just like that. Your pussy is so hot and wet,” he hissed. Grabbing hold of the headboard, he quickened his pace so that his balls were now slapping against her ass.

“Oh…oh…oh,” she panted. “Please don’t wake up, Chloe girl, this dream can’t end now!”

“Mrs. Smythe, I assure you it won’t,” her lover growled, nipping at her puckered nipples. “As long as you want me, this will never end.”

Mrs. Smythe? Oh no, he didn’t! Dream or not, he wasn’t going to call her another woman’s name. Pushing on his shoulders, Chloe tried to sit up. But his hard body wouldn’t budge and although he wasn’t driving into her at such a voracious pace as before, he didn’t stop.