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And in my dream...

He comes at me quickly, crowding me up against the corner where the kitchen counters meet. Fisting his hands in my hair he kisses me rapaciously, using lips and teeth until I’m dazed.

Urging me up onto the counter, he runs his hands roughly up my legs, taking my skirt with them until it is a puddle of silk on the counter. When he slips a finger under the scrap of lace at the apex of my thighs, he finds me wet and swollen and I groan as he slips a finger, and then two deep inside me.

His grin is wicked as he grips the edge of my thong with his other hand and rips it from my body.

“You’re going to replace that!” I barely manage to gasp out. He has spread my legs wide; one on each counter. I can feel the drift of his breath across the heat of my pussy as he leans in.

“Pretty,” he murmurs, then takes a long, slow lick that makes me squirm. I can’t stop the low moan that escapes my lips, and he looks up at me and lets me know that I’m in for a wild ride.

“You’d better hold onto something, darlin’”