Black Knight (Royal Elite 4)

When my eyes open, there she is. The dream is still there, right in front of me.

She’s fully naked, too, her tits begging for my mouth on those perky nipples. Kimberly kneels between my legs like a good little girl, her face flushed, her green hair dishevelled.

Still, she looks like a sex goddess.

The best to ever exist.

She fumbles with my belt, pushing my jeans and boxer briefs down. Her touch is unsure, innocent even.

Just as I would’ve imagined my Green.

My dick jumps to life at her inexperienced ministrations. It’s been hard and painful ever since I ate her pussy, demanding to be buried inside her and get his own turn.

But I can only do so much damage, even in dreams.

You’re already there. Cole’s devil voice says in my head. Might as well go all the way.

Shut up, demon.

“What are you doing, Green?” My voice is hoarse with arousal.

Her teeth nibble on her bottom lip, that full lip I want a taste of. When her eyes meet mine, they’re filled with a rare sparkle, the one she had when we used to go to new places, take risks, and then laugh out loud when we reached such place.

It’s her curious nature shining, her true, non-fake one.

“I want to make you feel good, too.” Her breathy voice is like a fucking aphrodisiac to my starved dick.

“Make me feel good how?” I’m still lying back, but my attention doesn’t drift from her. I want to engrave her in my mind so when I wake up, these memories won’t go away.

Maybe when I wake up, her taste will remain on my lips, too, and I’ll recall how she writhed against my mouth and came all over my tongue.

It was different than porn. They make shallow, fake noises there. My dream’s small whimpers and gasps were torture to my dick.

“I don’t know.” She wraps her hands around the base of my dick, and I groan deep in my throat.

“You never did it before?”

She shakes her head once.

I smirk, knowing my dream would say what I want to hear the most.

“Why not?”

She lifts a shoulder. “Promise you won’t find me weird.”

“You’re not weird; you’re a bit quirky.”

“Promise,” she insists.

“Fine. Promise.”

She bites down on the corner of her lip. “I thought it would be icky.”

“How about now?”

“It’s different.” Her cheeks redden. “I want it.”

“Because it’s me?”