Chapter 30: Chapter 30

For a second, he wondered what she was talking about, since they had wild sex in most of his dreams, but soon that thought was forgotten as he felt her direct the head of his cock at his entrance, starting to move. it from top to bottom with increasing intensity, moistening it with your cream. Letting a low moan escape him, Morgan took advantage of the shivering sensations that her teasing was causing him, bending his neck just enough to start sucking and nibbling on one of his nipples, while she caressed the other with her hand. They stayed in that foreplay for some time, until he felt he couldn't take it anymore.

He already held back enough in real life. In his dreams, he would allow himself to be free and just take what he wanted.

Holding her thighs open, Morgan began to enter her slowly, inch by inch, groaning with pure pleasure as he felt her soft, slick flesh swell around him, engulfing him greedily. Her expression lost in pleasure, Charlie dug her nails even harder into the skin of his back, pulling him closer as she stretched her legs out to their fullest, moaning, trembling and panting, for him to enter her at once.

“Slow down, my impatient girl…” he kissed her neck, at the same time he moved his hand to pinch her clit, making her gasp “Let me enjoy a little… Shit, it never felt so good…” he growled, thrusting inside her with even more force.

And indeed, although this dream was very similar to others he had had, there was something maddeningly pleasurable about it. Maybe it was the fact that, while the feeling of being inside her and being able to fuck her all he wanted was incredible, the heat of her pussy against his cock and the softness of her breast he was still massaging in one hand was…indescribable. . No other dream had ever given him an experience as real as this one was and, to be honest with himself, with every inch he sank inside Charlie, he was in serious danger of becoming addicted to having that wet feeling of warmth enveloping him to sleep. ever.

Finally, he finally made his cock disappear completely inside her greedy little pussy, making a loud sound as his balls bumped against her soft ass.

“You've had enough…" Charlie complained, her breath rattling her breasts against his face. “Now start moving. I think I'm going to go crazy…” she gasped, starting to move towards his cock on her own, moaning with each new thrust.

“Is my little girl going to start misbehaving?" Licking his lips, he abruptly lifted her hips with his hands, pulling out almost all the way to enter her all at once, hard “I wonder if someone is looking forward to being punished."

“If the punishment involves you fucking me, then yes, please." she grumbled, starting to gyrate her hips hungrily, which made her little entrance impossibly tighter “I promise to be very, very mean..."

“I'll make you wish you hadn't said that." He promised, full of lust, before he began thrusting into her hungrily, drawing loud moans from her throat and filling the room with the wet sounds of her pleasure.

" Oh, fuck..." Charlie cursed, at his ear level, hugging his waist with her legs " This is even better than I imagined... I want you to fuck me so bad..."

“So you still don't think this is real fuck?" He growled, savagely, before pulling her off the bench and hugging her against her chest, starting to penetrate her on her feet. “How about that, huh?"

“Oh, shit…” she whimpered, looking almost out of her mind “Don't stop, I'm almost there…"

" Oh, really? “ he purred, immediately slowing down his thrusts “ Is this supposed to be your punishment…?"

But he didn't get a chance to finish that sentence, as Charlie's body shifted beneath him, and suddenly Morgan found himself lying on the floor, with her on top of him, riding his cock, while her breasts bounced freely.

“No, Morgan…” she sighed hoarsely as she held him in place “This will be your punishment for making me wait so long for this."

After saying that, she crushed her mouth to his in a devouring kiss that made his cock harden even more inside her. Even though he could easily get her off him and return to his previous position, Morgan internally celebrated that turnaround, enjoying every second of Charlie's dominance, while she used his body as she wanted, in pursuit of her own pleasure. Something that, inexplicably, only made his desire ignite even more, to the point where she looked capable of burning him alive. That was a peculiar situation, because the Charlie of his dreams wasn't usually so bossy, but he would be more than grateful if she became so, from now on.

Enjoying the view as she moved over him faster and faster, Morgan confined himself to simply stroking her breasts, stroking her nipples with his fingers until they were hard, begging for her mouth. And, just as he began to greedily suck them in, Charlie again overpowered him by complete, crushing his head against her chest, as if she wanted to keep them in that position forever. Something Morgan would undoubtedly not complain about.

Finally, after several minutes of frantic, wet movements, with sweat pouring all over his body, Morgan felt the burning in the pit of his belly announce how close he was to coming. Holding her ass to help her keep pace while the two didn't reach their peak, Morgan pulled her into a hug, giving the last thrusts with both of them sitting on top of each other, while Charlie held him against her.

“Charlie… My Charlie…” he moaned against her ear what he knew he could never say anywhere else but in a dream “I love you…"

But that last sentence was interrupted by the scream of fur when he came, which made her pussy start to squeeze him in an almost unbearable way, ending up being the last stimulus he needed to also let himself go, coming like he didn't remember have ever done before. Moaning in pleasure, he held her tighter against him, feeling waves of pleasure wash over him as he poured himself into her.

He couldn't say exactly how long it took for him to recover from the best orgasm of his life, but the fact is that his senses were slowly returning. First, he became aware of Charlie's sweet scent surrounding him, mingling with another scent he didn't recognize, but which also stoked his hard-on immediately. Then her own slightly labored breath reached his ears, almost in sync with another one that sounded close by. Finally, the feeling of having soft, warm sheets brushing against his legs was so welcoming that he moved forward a little, but stopped when he realized that his hips were pressed against something soft and round...

Opening his eyes in panic, Morgan looked around the darkened room, gasping with sheer dread as he realized that at some point in the middle of the night, presumably influenced by his filthy dreams, he had tossed and turned in bed, not just turning to bed. Charlie, as he had also hugged her from behind, making them both spoon sleep for who knows how long. However, that wasn't the worst. Worst of all, without a doubt, was the still vivid sensation of an orgasm in his body, very intense and real, making it clear that some of the things he had experienced in his dream had come true.

Squirming carefully so as not to wake her, Morgan wanted to gouge her own eyes out when she found a few small, starting-to-dry drops of cum smeared across the sheet, near where Charlie's ass was covered, but still there. so with the contour very visible. Looking down at his sweatpants, he wondered how it was possible that his cum had made it all the way to the sheet, if there weren't stains like that even on his pants, let alone his boxers. However, the feeling of guilt that hit him was so intense that that mystery was made insignificant by the possibility that he had rubbed up against Charlie in his sleep, like a complete pervert.

Heavens, how far had he come? There was his poor Charlie, sleeping peacefully, innocent as an angel, while he took advantage of her body's vulnerability. And it didn't matter if he was dreaming or not. In the first place, he shouldn't have let himself be talked into sleeping in that bed with her anyway, which made it all his fault, no matter how you looked at the situation.

For a moment, he considered telling Charlie what had happened the next morning, but then decided against it. Luckily they were both fully dressed and she still looked like she was sound asleep, so the best he could do was spare Charlie finding out about the situation and, very likely, ending up destroying their friendship. How would she feel if she knew she was doomed to spend an entire year chasing a man like him?

The only way out was for him to promise himself that he wouldn't allow another grotesque mistake like that to happen again when they were living together in her apartment. He would never again allow Charlie to have his innocence violated in that way, much less be the cause of this type of situation.

From that moment on, he would treat her as he always should have: like an older brother. Even inside your own head.

With a silent sigh, he wrapped himself in her blanket, turning it almost into a straitjacket, trying his best to stop himself from moving freely in case another damned dream decided to plague him.

Not that he thought he'd go back to sleep that night, anyway.