6| Wake up.

"Wake up," Reese heard a distant voice say in her dream.

She thought the voice was from her dream, until she felt a hand tap her lightly on her shoulder, which startled her awake.

As she rubbed the back of her hand against her eyes, she sat up to see who dared to wake her up from her beauty sleep.

"What is—" She paused, her words dying on her lips, when she saw the person standing before her.

The sleep in her eyes magically wore off completely.

It was the strange guy from the bar! The only person that could arouse her.

"Wha— what— what are you doing here?" She stuttered, the perturbance in her voice palpable. "How did you get in?"

"I am not going to hurt you." He assured. "So, relax, Reese."

It was as if he had compelled her to relax, because she instantly relaxed after he told her to. She was no more concerned about seeing a stranger in her room.

"Finally. I found you." He muttered, a smirk touching his lips. "I have been desperately looking for you. Why did you run away from me? Why did you leave me with a hard on?"

"I was embarrassed. And I regretted my action. I shouldn’t have left you. You’ve been on my mind since then. I never stopped thinking about what we had."

Yet again, it felt as if she was compelled to tell the truth. All her senses get blocked whenever she was with him.

Except the sense of touch, of course. His hands on her body ignite an unending flame that swirls deep inside her core.

"So, do you want us to finish what we started?" He asked, as he traced circles on her lips with his fingertips.

She nodded her head in agreement.

Before she knew what hit her, his lips were already on hers. They locked their lips together and made smacking sounds as they dissolved in each other’s mouths.

"I missed you. I missed you so much." She moaned into his mouth. "Thanks for coming to me."

"I missed you too, Reese." He rasped.

She wanted to ask how he knew her name, but she stopped herself from doing so.

She wasn’t going to ruin that magical moment because of her curiosity.

"Jeez." He groaned and suddenly straightened back up, pulling away from the kiss.

"Remove your top." He ordered.

And she obeyed.

He licked his bottom lips as he stared at her succulent, ripe breast, and his dick pulsed under its cover in anticipation.

"Get up and walk over to that dresser." He instructed, as his gaze darted to the dresser inside her room. "I want to see you while I fuck you."

Without thinking twice, she jumped out of the bed and started walking. But he grabbed her wrist, causing her to stop in her tracks.

He pulled her closer to him, and his hands went down to her shorts and pulled them down, leaving her naked as the day she was born.

He wanted to watch her walk over to the dresser, naked. He wanted to see how her bum bounced as she walked to the dresser.

Sliding his fingers into her femininity, he realized that she was soaking wet.

"You are wet for me baby." He whispered into her ears, causing chills to travel down her spine.

She moaned softly, as he slid his fingers back and forth, through her wetness.

"Fuck me already." She implored.

He was torturing her with his fingers, she wanted to feel his full length inside her.

"As you wish." He muttered, then pulled his fingers out of her wetness.

His fingers were dripping with her juice. He stared at it for some seconds, before bringing it to his mouth, sucking the juice off his fingers.

The way he licked her juice made her long for him more, as the heaviness she was feeling in between her legs became intense.

"You can go now." He said, spanking her ass, causing it to bounce.

As he watched her walk to the dresser, his dick pulsed under its covers at the sight of her round ass bouncing as she walked.

"Fuck." He groaned, his urgency palpable in the way he plodded to the dresser, bent her over, grabbed her long brown hair, and pulled it back, causing her to arch her back in anticipation.

In a swift move, he clanked his belt open with one hand and freed his manhood from its prison.

Before she knew what hit her, his full length was already inside her. He plunged it in with a powerful thrust, and she let out a sharp gasp.

"Fuck!" He rasped as he pumped his manhood inside her, back and forth.

Reese discovered nerves she never knew existed as satisfying pleasure consumed her entire being.

The pleasure that flooded through her was so intense that her body weakened. Her knees inclusive, and she couldn’t hold herself anymore. She tried to go down, but Axel held her back up.

He wasn’t done fucking her, and she had to stand till the end.

He was looking at her reflection in the mirror. And the way her ripe breasts bounced and flapped together created a beautiful view, which aroused him even more.

As the thrusts intensified, she shut her eyes closed. The pleasure was so overwhelming that she found herself in another universe, soaking in pleasure.

"You are so sexy." He moaned. "Keep your eyes open.” He released her hair and rested both hands on her bum, as he continued pumping inside her. “I want you to see how sexy you are. I want you to see what you are doing to me."

As she opened her eyes to look at herself in the mirror as he had asked her to, he pumped his dick deep inside her and hit a nerve.

"Fuck!" She moaned loudly as she stared at the mirror, her own reflection arousing her.

"You are so sexy." He rasped.

"I am so sexy." She repeated as she moaned loudly.

As the thrusts intensified, her body vibrated, and she felt something she had never felt before.

She climaxed!

She shut her eyes close to recover from the intense pleasure she had just finished drowning in.

But the next time she opened her eyes, he was gone. And she was back in her bed.

That was when she realized that it was all a dream. He was never there.

All the intense pleasure she felt was only a dream. It never happened; it wasn’t real.

It’s been two years.

Two years since she ran away from the only man who had ever made her body come alive with desire. And not even once did she stop thinking about him.

It hurts. It hurts so much that she will never get to see him again. And what hurt her the most was the realization that she might never get to feel that way again.

Except in her dream, of course.

She could feel how wet she was.

The mysterious guy wasn’t there, but in a way, he still made her pussy drench for him.

With pain and frustration clawing at her chest, she jumped out of the bed and made her way to the bathroom to take a bath.