Shivers ran down Trey’s spine. He tightened his eyes to keep his dream going as he bucked his hips at the sparks of pleasurable electricity at the tip of his cock. He desperately pulled at the memory of his dream, trying not to forget the hazy face of the sexy woman riding him.
He moaned when reality began to seep in. The struggle of being stuck in limbo between a wet dream and harsh reality was enough to make him groan.
As the hazy dream woman’s face disappeared and the weak streaks of morning peered behind his eyelids, he sucked in a breath at the surprising twirl of a tongue on the underside of his shaft.
Looking down, the woman he picked up last night was between his thighs, naked, and stroking him as her tongue toyed with the head of his cock. Her ink-black hair was spread across his thighs as she languidly licked him once more.
“Good morning.” Her husky morning voice greeted him.
