SirJen

Sh*t!

Not Again! She promised herself she will stay away from this... this... this bloody potato.

Yet, here she was kissing him like he was the very air itself. Even air didn't get this much tongue action. 

Bravo Zenith just Bravo

But what is a girl supposed to do, if a guy who looks like that, with all that raw sexual power, happens to land in her bed in the middle of a very, very wet dream?

This is A story about a smart mouthed lady who is bonded to the Alpha King despite her wishes.

I Tried to Read His Mind

I writhe about, trying to clutch the sheets but the pleasure keeps coming. 


I lift my head up the bed as I roll my eyes.


I am having the most erotic dream. This one is even better. I try to reach out to the source of my discomfort and pleasure and I feel his wet hair. 


I slip my fingers through the hair and feel the silky texture. 


WTF. This is the most erotic dream I have had ever. 


I force my eyes to focus and see who was giving me such pleasure and I pull at his head and watch him raise his eyes to me.


He smiles devilishly as he flicks his tongue on that spot..


I am coming, oh fuck me. I am fucking coming. 


I buck and try to get away on instinct. He holds me down and my gift seems to have fled me. 


In that struggle, I get more alert and I realised I wasn't dreaming, this was really happening. 


You are not a.... Ooooh... Dr..e...a...m 


I find myself falling over the edge and I seem to be unable to find the end of this fall.  My juices escaping me over and over again. 


I want to move, But he clamps down. He seemed to be enjoying the spray. 


I watch him lick his lips with gusto and I feel myself melt. 


Ian could have me now and I won't be able to stop him. 


Wet dreams