Chapter 105: it was real

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: it was real

"Fuck—" he hissed. "Keep going. Don’t stop."

She started licking around the head in small, wet circles, tasting the salty precum, swirling her tongue slower each time he reacted.

"Amelia... shit, that feels so good—" Every groan, made her bolder.

Slowly she took him into her mouth, lips stretching around the thick head, trying to work about halfway down. The stretch made her gag a little and she pulled back, eyes watering slightly.

She gave a nervous little giggle, cheeks flushed.

"Sorry... I’m new at this. It’s my first time."

Reid’s eyes widened slightly. Even in a lucid dream, Amelia didn’t know how to do this? She had been with someone before...

Before he could dwell on it, she returned to sucking just the head with slow, wet bobs while her hand stroked the base. She was starting to find a rhythm.

"Fuck—" Reid’s hand slid into her hair, fingers tightening just enough to guide her. His hips rolled up gently, feeding more of his cock into her mouth. "That’s it... your mouth feels so fucking good. Look at you, sucking my cock like a perfect little slut. Keep going, baby. Take it just like that."

His praise sank straight into her. Amelia moaned around him and sucked harder, lips sealing tightly around the thick, swollen head.

The taste of him was clean and faintly salty, skin burning hot against her tongue. His cock throbbed heavily in her hand—hard, thick, and alive, the heavy weight of it filling her palm as she stroked the base she couldn’t fit past her lips.

She felt like she had slipped into some kind of perfect, golden, filthy bliss she never wanted to leave. Every thick vein pulsed clearly against her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

When she slid her lips down and dragged them back up, the shaft felt so thick and heavy it stretched her lips wide and filled her completely, making her jaw ache in the best way.

Reid guided her head lower with a low, hungry sound.

"Deeper, baby—fuck, just like that. Take more of me."

The head of his cock pushed further, almost brushing the back of her throat. She choked softly, eyes watering, spit slipping down her chin, but the tears only felt like tears of pure, slutty pleasure. She didn’t want to stop. His continuous filthy praise only made her more determined to ruin herself on him.

When she glanced up through watery eyes and saw his face—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, expression raw with desperate yearning—it sent another hard pulse of heat straight to her core. He looked so fucking good like this, trembling under her mouth, barely holding himself together.

Reid was drowning. Her mouth was wet and eager and somehow perfect even in its inexperience. He was already fighting the urge to flood her throat. His usual iron self-control hung by a single fraying thread.

"Shit... your throat feels incredible," he groaned, head tipping back. "I’m not gonna last if you keep sucking me like that."

This lucid dream was the best thing he had ever experienced, and he never wanted to wake up.

The veins along his shaft pulsed harder against her tongue. His cock started twitching in short, strong, rhythmic throbs she could feel with every wet slide of her lips. His breathing turned ragged, moans coming faster and louder—

Then he forced his eyes open and groaned the order.

"Look at me. Look at me while I fill that pretty mouth."

Amelia did exactly as she was told, eyes locked on his while her mouth stayed stretched and full of him.

That was all it took.

Reid came hard with a broken, guttural sound, flooding her mouth with thick, hot pulses of cum. Some of it spilled from the corners of her lips as she stayed sealed around him, tasting the mild saltiness of every spurt. When she finally pulled off with a wet sound, her pussy was throbbing so hard it almost hurt. She wiped the mess from the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, already looking for somewhere to spit—

"Swallow it," Reid ordered, voice low and rough with leftover pleasure. "Swallow every drop like a good girl."

Swallow his cum?

Well... this was a lucid dream anyway.

She locked eyes with him and swallowed.

Reid’s expression darkened with pure satisfaction. He leaned in immediately, using his thumb to gently clean the remaining streaks from the sides of her mouth, lingering on her lower lip.

"You’re my dirty girl, aren’t you?" he murmured. "My perfect little cock-hungry slut."

Amelia nodded, still breathless, cheeks flushed. Even though she had already come once, her pussy was aching for more—swollen, dripping, and desperate for attention.

Reid pulled her fully on top of him in one smooth motion, hands settling firmly on her waist as he looked up at her with something close to wonder and leftover hunger.

"This is the most amazing dream I’ve ever had,"

Amelia could still feel her body hadn’t recovered at all from the way Reid had devoured her. Every nerve felt oversensitive, her thighs still faintly trembling. She was already exhausted in the best possible way.

She hummed in soft agreement and simply collapsed against his chest, satisfied and boneless. Reid’s hands never stopped moving—one squeezed the soft curve of her ass while the other teased lightly between her legs, fingertips brushing over her still-slick folds. Her body reacted instantly, a fresh shiver rolling through her despite how spent she felt.

"Gosh..." she whispered against his skin.

Reid’s voice rumbled above her. "If you hadn’t just sucked the daylights out of me, I would have loved to fit into this pretty pussy of yours."

Amelia shuddered hard at the words.

Him... inside her?

The thought alone made heat pulse low in her stomach all over again.

She hesitated, then spoke quietly against his chest. "I might disappoint you in that part... after all, I’m a virgin."

Reid didn’t react with surprise. In his mind this was still only a dream, and dreams never matched reality perfectly. He simply brushed a few damp strands of hair away from her flushed cheek, his voice dropping, deep dark promise.

"Then I’m going to take my time with you," he murmured. "I’ll make sure you’re so ready that you’ll end up begging for it every single day."

Amelia could only blush harder, acutely aware of every place their naked bodies pressed together. Rather than answer that dangerous promise, she closed her eyes and whispered against his throat,

"Sweet dreams..."

She intentionally refused to think about how she was going to face the real Reid when morning came.