I dreamed about Killian, a forbidden love maybe friendship, since he was engaged to a stripper, but somehow, he was in my dream.62Please respect copyright.PENANA0nTSDdoUz7
The dream all started when I was lying down on my queen-sized bed, caressing myself from head-to-toe. It felt different, because I'd never had some kind of pleasure in a dream like before. I was moaning silently when I touched the inside of my thighs, caressing up and down my thighs. I was really thinking hard about Killian. My my my.
Killian walked into my room in the dream. He was shirtless, nice six-pack abs, and a tight ass too. He was fully buck naked in front of me, but I didn't care. And I needed him to kiss me, play with me, fuck me.
As the dream was getting intense, Killian leaned over and presses his lips against mine. We kissed hard and it was hot, sensual and erotic. As soon he'd kiss my lips, he went lower, to my neck area. I was moaning silently in pleasure because the neck was one of my weak spots. I was loving every last minute of it.
Next, he went a little lower, to my breasts. He was suckling and biting my nipples, rubbing them and he could tell he loved my areolas - dark and round. My moan began to be loud when he was sucking on my nipples and I'm still enjoying it as far as I know. Yes.
Then, he kept kissing my body as he went lower to my opening. Killian stuck his fingers inside my opening and went back and forth as I jerked and moaned louder. The pleasure was making me even hornier and wanted to please him soon. Killian put his mouth all over my bud as well. Licking it all around with his tongue. I jerked even more as he kept pleasuring my opening, and I could tell when he heard me moan, his shaft was rock hard, thick and ready to be inside me. And I want him inside me, but not only my opening needs to be wet, his cock needs to be wet as well.
He spread my legs apart because I knew he was about to slide his shaft inside me. With my eyes closed, I pictured the feel of his nice, thick, dark cock. I would be in sex heaven after this. He steadied his cock right in my opening, and his thrusts were slow. His cock felt like there was a rock inside me. The pain was getting to me, but I liked the pain of his shaft, probably would if he was mine.
Killian thrust a little faster and steadier. My moan was about to turn into a scream and hope it wouldn't wake me up, because it might ruin my horny side.
"You like that, baby?"
"Fuck yes," I moaned.
"You want me to go faster?"
I nodded.
And so he did. He went faster and his thrusts almost made me scream as he went in and out of my opening. I felt my pussy getting wetter, 'cause I heard squeaking noises when we were fucking in my dream. Killian loved it wet and messy, and I could tell too. He made me moan in a higher pitch, which I never done.
To finish it off, Killian went deeper into my opening. Of course, that would make me scream, which it did. His big shaft went so far in my opening that I passed out in my dream.
And that's when I woke up.
I could feel my head spinning as if I was seeing stars. And my pants were wet, since the dream erotic and hot. Plus, my phone rang again. And this time I didn't want to answer no one until I put on better pants that are water proof. Oh well.
I knew if I kept thinking about Killian like this, then my reputation would be over.
As I looked for another pair of pants, my phone rang again. I still didn't want to answer though. But then my phone went to voicemail. I didn't know who was calling me, especially twice. The answer machine went off, I couldn't tell who the person was on the phone, but its voice was a male and he had a sinister laugh.
"Maya Angelina Jaxon. Let me introduce myself. I'm Evan Mosser. And an unknown friend of yours, not mentioning names, but let's just say we held him captive now. So don't bother showing up here. If you do, he dies. Have a nice day, Maya."
Fuck. I thought, not out loud. Poor Travie.
I needed help finding Travie, because he was one of my guy friends and even though he's a cornball, I didn't want him to him suffer.
So, I called Sophia and her partner, Jose, to see if they could help me out.
"Hello?" Sophia answered.
"It's Maya, I need to talk to you."
"Hey, Maya, what can I do for ya?"
"You know my friend Travie James, right?"
"You mean the vampire who always dresses like a bad boy and smoke cigs? Then, yes," she said. "What about him?"
"I got a call from a mysterious guy named Evan Mosser, the werewolf that Travie wanted me to kill."
"Okay, continue."
"He told me that he's been held captive, and if I show up there, whereever they are, Travie will die."
"Okay, calm down, Maya. We'll figure this out together." Sophia told me.
"Mmm hmm." I nodded.
"You want me to tell Harry what's going on?"
I hesitated for a bit because of all that me and Harry had been through for the last couple years, I didn't know if he would help me. "I don't know."
"Yes or no, Maya," she ordered.
I really didn't want to answer her question since she gave me attitude. "Really, Sophia?"
"Hey, you asked for my help, now you want me to ask for Harry's help or not?"
I paused.
"Hello? I ain't got all day, Maya. If you need my help, answer my question first."
"Yes." I gritted my teeth.
"Okay, be here so we could discuss details about our plan. Don't worry, we'll get your friend back, okay?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Very well." Sophia hung up the phone.
Luckily, I found a pair of leather pants that might go great with my laced-up shirt and boots. I put them on and I was ready to go back to the SBI office.
Okay, Step number one, locate Travie.
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