at him if he wasn’t such a show-off. I’d better stop staring at his cock, though, or he’s going to think I want it.
Slowly traveling up his body again, my eyes meet his. The way he looks at me sends a desperate throb down between my legs.
He smiles, like he knows what’s going on down there. “We’re married now, Laney. And you know what that means.”
He looks over at the sand beside him and nods, and then he looks back at me. What is he talking about? I definitely don’t know what that means…
Does he want me to lie down on the sand over there?
I guess I can do that…if he wants me to.
I step away from the ocean, look over at Travis, and then lie down in the cool sand. Travis smirks with approval, walks over to me, and then gets down on his knees. Wait a second, is he…
His huge hands wrap around my knees and he spreads them apart, pinning them into the sand as he looks between my legs with hunger in his eyes. Then, as soon as he sees how wet his touch is making me, he looks into my eyes, and in a flash, his huge, muscular body is on top of me, pressing me down into the sand as he claims my mouth. I moan long and loud against his tongue as his lips crush mine, and my heels dig into the sand as my hips buck up into the crotch of his jeans. I’m not thinking about anything anymore except how good his body feels on mine.
Travis pulls away, smiling when he sees the look on my face. Then, he puts his firm, warm mouth against my collarbone and kisses it hard, sending the fire between my legs into high gear. Slowly but surely, he starts kissing his way down my chest, stopping at my breasts to encompass one of my swollen nipples with his mouth, and then travelling all the way down between my legs. He holds his face down there for a long time, letting me feel his hot breath bathe me until I’m ready to scream. I pull my legs wider, pushing my hips forward until my sex is touching his lips. Then, his face pushes back, pressing my lower body into the beach as he lets his tongue push inside me. I bite my lip and run my fingers through his thick hair as his mouth begins to move up, and when he finds my clit, my whole body ignites and I moan my stepbrother’s name as fireworks explode across the water. I push my thighs against Travis’ perfect cheekbones, and he takes it as a cue to start rolling his tongue across my clit in slow, strong little circles. I push my palm against Travis’ head, and he licks faster and faster and faster until I feel like I’m seconds away from exploding into a million little pieces like the fireworks in the sky…
My eyes shoot open as I gasp awake, and I cover my mouth in horror as I realize what just happened. What the hell was that!? Did I seriously just have a ridiculously dirty sex dream about Travis?
I shudder as I replay the dream in my mind, cringing at how bad my dream self wanted him to pin me down onto the beach and ravage me. I really hope this is one of those dreams I won’t remember in the morning.
I roll over onto my side, looking out the window of my huge, king-sized bed, trying to ignore the wild, sex dream heat coursing through my body. Outside the window, there are fireworks going off over the water. I wonder if that’s why I had fireworks in my dream?
As a huge red burst fills up the sky, a terrible thought pops into my head. All those…ugh…sounds I was making when dream Travis was going down on me…was I making them out loud, too? Could Travis have heard me from the couch?
I shake my head at the thought. That’s the last thing I need, my douchebag stepbrother thinking that I’m lying in bed dreaming about fucking him. I mean, he probably already thinks that, but I’ve definitely never had a dream like that before.
Whatever. It’s probably just this place. Big romantic hotel, catalogue full of sex toys in the nightstand…and with the way he was pawing at me when we were around Kayla, it’d probably be weirder if I didn’t have a sex dream about
Slowly traveling up his body again, my eyes meet his. The way he looks at me sends a desperate throb down between my legs.
He smiles, like he knows what’s going on down there. “We’re married now, Laney. And you know what that means.”
He looks over at the sand beside him and nods, and then he looks back at me. What is he talking about? I definitely don’t know what that means…
Does he want me to lie down on the sand over there?
I guess I can do that…if he wants me to.
I step away from the ocean, look over at Travis, and then lie down in the cool sand. Travis smirks with approval, walks over to me, and then gets down on his knees. Wait a second, is he…
His huge hands wrap around my knees and he spreads them apart, pinning them into the sand as he looks between my legs with hunger in his eyes. Then, as soon as he sees how wet his touch is making me, he looks into my eyes, and in a flash, his huge, muscular body is on top of me, pressing me down into the sand as he claims my mouth. I moan long and loud against his tongue as his lips crush mine, and my heels dig into the sand as my hips buck up into the crotch of his jeans. I’m not thinking about anything anymore except how good his body feels on mine.
Travis pulls away, smiling when he sees the look on my face. Then, he puts his firm, warm mouth against my collarbone and kisses it hard, sending the fire between my legs into high gear. Slowly but surely, he starts kissing his way down my chest, stopping at my breasts to encompass one of my swollen nipples with his mouth, and then travelling all the way down between my legs. He holds his face down there for a long time, letting me feel his hot breath bathe me until I’m ready to scream. I pull my legs wider, pushing my hips forward until my sex is touching his lips. Then, his face pushes back, pressing my lower body into the beach as he lets his tongue push inside me. I bite my lip and run my fingers through his thick hair as his mouth begins to move up, and when he finds my clit, my whole body ignites and I moan my stepbrother’s name as fireworks explode across the water. I push my thighs against Travis’ perfect cheekbones, and he takes it as a cue to start rolling his tongue across my clit in slow, strong little circles. I push my palm against Travis’ head, and he licks faster and faster and faster until I feel like I’m seconds away from exploding into a million little pieces like the fireworks in the sky…
My eyes shoot open as I gasp awake, and I cover my mouth in horror as I realize what just happened. What the hell was that!? Did I seriously just have a ridiculously dirty sex dream about Travis?
I shudder as I replay the dream in my mind, cringing at how bad my dream self wanted him to pin me down onto the beach and ravage me. I really hope this is one of those dreams I won’t remember in the morning.
I roll over onto my side, looking out the window of my huge, king-sized bed, trying to ignore the wild, sex dream heat coursing through my body. Outside the window, there are fireworks going off over the water. I wonder if that’s why I had fireworks in my dream?
As a huge red burst fills up the sky, a terrible thought pops into my head. All those…ugh…sounds I was making when dream Travis was going down on me…was I making them out loud, too? Could Travis have heard me from the couch?
I shake my head at the thought. That’s the last thing I need, my douchebag stepbrother thinking that I’m lying in bed dreaming about fucking him. I mean, he probably already thinks that, but I’ve definitely never had a dream like that before.
Whatever. It’s probably just this place. Big romantic hotel, catalogue full of sex toys in the nightstand…and with the way he was pawing at me when we were around Kayla, it’d probably be weirder if I didn’t have a sex dream about
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