“Fuck yes, Enzo. Fuck me harder.”
A sex dream.
I smile. God, please don’t let this be the last time I hear her curse my name like this in anticipation of coming. It probably will be the last time, so I revel in it. I let it fill me for all the times I will never get to experience her beauty, her passion, her rage.
I want to feel everything Kai has to give. She would have the passion in bed most women lack. Most women I’ve been with only go through the motions. They think it’s all about how big their boobs are or how they sway their ass or the sweet coos that leave their too plump lips as I fuck them. I don’t give a shit about any of that. I’ve always wanted a woman who could equal me—who would fight me in bed—a woman I’d have to tame in order to touch. Worship to be worthy. Love to be her king.
Kai Miller is the only woman who ever seemed like she could fit the bill.
Maybe because she was always off the table, it was just a fantasy I could never confirm or deny. Never realize if Kai is just like all the rest of the women or not.
Hearing her beg for me in her dreams i
s enough confirmation to know exactly what I’m giving up by not consuming her. She is the woman I’ve pined for all these years. All it would take is for me to turn into the monster she already thinks I am.
Kai’s eyes open, and she smiles at me sweetly.
I smirk. You wouldn’t be smiling at me so sweetly if you knew what I just overheard.
I lay on my side, and her eyes widen as she notices my rock hard cock. Her mouth waters as she stares openly, not hiding her shame at gawking at me.
“Don’t be getting any ideas. My cock is off-limits.”
Her smile vanishes, and she scowls at me. “I wasn’t thinking about wanting your cock. Trust me; I could live the rest of my life without fantasizing about another cock.”
“Hmm, somehow I don’t think that’s true.”
I stare between her legs, even though I know I’m playing with fire.
She doesn’t cover herself up.
“So if I asked you to put a finger between your thighs, you wouldn’t be wet right now?”
“No.”
“Prove it.”
“Why? What do I get if I win?”
I shrug, overly confident. “Whatever you want.”
She smiles. “And if you win?”
“The pleasure at being right.”
“Deal.”
She places two fingers between her legs. Her face immediately drops. She’s soaked.
I smirk. “Told ya.”
I continue to smile as I walk into the bathroom where the cold tile hit my feet. My cock is hard as a rock thinking of her desperate moans.
Fuck.
I pride myself on my self-control, but this is impossible. How am I going to keep resisting her when I have to be so close to her? How can I resist her naked body?
Avoidance.