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