Dream Keeper (Dream Team 4)

Not because I hadn’t had a non-self-induced orgasm since the last one Auggie gave me.

Because he was just that good at going down on me.

After a while, I had one heel digging in his back, the other foot in the bed, pulsing me up into his mouth, and both arms over my head, hands flat against the headboard, pushing myself down like I wanted him to drown in me.

He didn’t drown in me.

No.

When it was there.

When it was close.

When my climax threatened to sweep me away, his mouth was gone.

No!

My eyes flew open, and I saw him on his knees between my legs, yanking on the string of his pants.

They fell down his thighs.

And there was his magnificently formed cock springing up from a nest of black curls.

I barely got a second to admire it, my mouth watering to do just about anything he’d let me do with it, before he demanded, “Condom. Drawer.”

My arm was a blur, I moved so fast to twist to the drawer of his nightstand.

I had barely fallen again to my back before he was taking the packet from my fingers.

He ripped it open.

Tossed the wrapper aside.

I watched in stunned awe as he rolled it up his pretty, thick cock (the awe was about his cock, but he was proficient with the rolling too).

And then he wrapped his hands around the back of my knees, fell to his calves, dragged me up his thighs…

Ohmigod.

“Look at me,” he growled.

My gaze shot from where my sex was nearly meeting his to his face.

And the look on his face…

Oh…

Wow.

I felt the head of his dick…

And with a smooth thrust of his hips, he was buried inside me.

Auggie was again a part of me.

Taking him, I dug my head in his pillows, my back arced up from the bed, and he commenced fucking me.

It wasn’t gentle.

It wasn’t rough.

It was just right.

“Baby,” he called, and I felt his hand leave my leg and a sharp pinch came at my nipple.

Holy hell.

Nice.

I looked at him again.

“You watch me while I’m fuckin’ you, yeah?”

Oh my God…yes.

“Yeah,” I whimpered.

I flexed my thighs, tried to move with his rhythm, but he stopped when I was full of him.

“Unh-unh,” he grunted.

Umm…

“I fuck you, you take my fucking,” he told me. “I’ll let you know when I want you to work.”

Oh.

My.

Gawd.

Yes!

“Okay, honey,” I gasped.

He started moving inside me again, watching me with that dark look on his face, that blaze in his eyes. I’d never seen a man so beautiful, and I’d already thought he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Holy hell.

He was more gorgeous than even himself when he was fucking.

“Sweet pussy,” he murmured, watching my face and my body as it moved with his thrusts.

“Thanks,” I pushed out.

His lips twitched.

Then he asked, “You ready?”

“Ready?” I asked back.

“For me to fuck you,” he explained.

“I thought…you were…doing…that,” I noted, my words hitching because, well, he was fucking me.

“Yeah, I am. But are you ready for me to really fuck you?”

Uh…

“Does it get better?” I asked.

No lip twitch there.

He grinned.

I shivered.

He pulled out, whipped me to my belly, straddled my hips, lifted them slightly, then drove in.

And…

Auggie…

Fucked me.

I was panting and moaning before he tangled his fingers in my hair and used it to turn my head so my cheek was to his sheets and his lips were at my ear because he’d full-on mounted me.

“Feel the difference?” he asked, his voice rough and sexy AF.

“Yeah,” I gasped.

“Lift your ass, I want more.”

I did what he said because I wanted him to have more, and I wanted it too.

His fingers tightened in my hair.

I whimpered.

“Fuck yeah, sweet, fucking pussy,” he grunted, driving faster, deeper.

One hand in my hair, the heat of him against my back, his cock fucking me hard, he shoved his other hand under me and found my clit.

It took a roll, two, three, and I jolted under him as my orgasm rushed through me, sharp and strong.

But it lingered, and I was suspended in sensation. The pleasure of the climax. My breasts crushed to the bed, my nipples rubbing against it. Auggie’s cock slamming into me. I could hear his harsh breathing, the small grunt of effort that came from his lips, the breath of it racing across my skin with each inward drive.

Finally, the moment of nirvana as Auggie rolled my clit again and I came a second time, before my first even left me.

And he was coming too, louder grunts sounding against my skin, and they weren’t breaths, they were so deep, it was a physical touch.

He wasn’t finished before his fingers in my hair gave me a gentle shake.

I knew what he wanted, twisted my neck, and he took my mouth with nearly the force he took my pussy.

Okay.

Suffice it to say, the entryway sex at my house?