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Chapters (50)
  1. Full Page Image
  2. Dedication
  3. Lock Me Inside
  4. FOREWORD
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. CHAPTER 12
  17. CHAPTER 13
  18. CHAPTER 14
  19. CHAPTER 15
  20. CHAPTER 16
  21. CHAPTER 17
  22. CHAPTER 18
  23. CHAPTER 19
  24. CHAPTER 20
  25. CHAPTER 21
  26. CHAPTER 22
  27. CHAPTER 23
  28. CHAPTER 24
  29. CHAPTER 25
  30. CHAPTER 26
  31. CHAPTER 27
  32. CHAPTER 28
  33. CHAPTER 29
  34. CHAPTER 30
  35. CHAPTER 31
  36. CHAPTER 32
  37. CHAPTER 33
  38. CHAPTER 34
  39. CHAPTER 35
  40. CHAPTER 36
  41. CHAPTER 37
  42. CHAPTER 38
  43. CHAPTER 39
  44. CHAPTER 40
  45. CHAPTER 41
  46. CHAPTER 42
  47. EPILOGUE
  48. ONE MONTH LATER.
  49. 43. Bonus Chapter 11 1/2
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“Let’s see if you taste as good as you look.” The next thing I know, I feel his lips on my inner thigh. I want to reach down and push him away, but I also want to spread my legs wider because that feels incredible. Featherlight kisses that make my nerves dance and sizzle, pulling moan after moan from me. I’m sinking deeper and deeper into the blissful sensations, and why not? Why fight it? Don’t I deserve to feel good, even if it’s only in a dream? It’s been so long since I’ve felt good, and never at Colt’s hands, that’s for sure. I don’t even know why I’m having a dream about him, of all people.

His breath is hot against my sensitive skin. “Such a pretty pussy,” he whispers, almost too soft for me to hear, but just that burst of air makes me shudder. It’s like my whole body is tuned into his every move, every touch, every word.

And then something warm touches my bald lips, and I almost lose myself to the intensity of the pleasure rolling through me. I can’t help but reach down to touch the back of his head and run my fingers through his hair, and he seems to like that because he moans, and the vibrations feel so good. It’s all so good. Whatever he’s doing or whatever I think he’s doing, there needs to be more of it. Much more.

“Yes… Colt…” It’s so good, and I want to feel good, even if none of it is real. Maybe it’s knowing it isn’t real that lets me let go and focus on the way my body is acting, the way it feels like I’m floating down a river of warm honey, sweet, washing over me with every lap of Colt’s tongue.

“You taste so sweet. Like honey.” Wasn’t I just thinking about honey? Of course, he’s saying the words I’m thinking. It’s my dream, after all. I wonder if he knows what I’m thinking now when I grind my hips, desperate to get to the finish. I’m so close, the familiar tension building, growing until it’s ready to consume me. I’m ready to be consumed.

And then he flicks his tongue across my clit over and over, lightning fast, and I explode. My thighs tighten around his head, and I ride it out, wave after wave of bliss rolling over me until my body finally relaxes and goes limp again.