“Almost, GOD!” I drop my head to the ground and watch my hair fly back and forth from the movement.
Through my curls, I see his heavy balls as they slap against my ass, and then his hand is on my clit again.
“Come for me, Genesis. Milk me dry. Take everything I have, it’s fucking yours!” I let out a moan as my orgasm crests.
He roars out his pleasure as he comes deep inside me.
BANG, BANG, BANG!
My eyes fly open, and I pant as I look around, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.
“GENESIS!” Val’s voice calls through the door.
“Come in,” I push my hair off my sweaty face and watch my cousin rush in with a baseball bat in hand.
I pat around the bed for the satin ribbon I use to tie up my hair, but can’t find it.
“Are you okay? You were screaming!” I frown and shake my head.
“Oh,” OH!
I blush so hard I’m sure I’m redder than a tomato.
“Um, I was having a dream,” I trail off, and she lowers the bat.
“A nightmare?” I shake my head.
“A SEX DREAM! OH MY GOD,” the bat falls to the floor as she jumps on my bed.
“Tell me all about it. No wait! We need snacks and wine. My baby girl had her first wet dream!” She runs out of my room before the pillow I throw in her direction can make contact.
“You are the worst!” I collapse and finish catching my breath.
It felt so real, so fucking good. I never would have thought that I’d enjoy something so animalistic.
Maybe I should do some experimentation?
Chapter
Ten
Wednesday
Morning classes were still canceled,and I sent up a prayer of thanks because we were up until the sun came up, as I told Val all about my first erotic dream.
“It’s weird that the initials that popped in the heart were E and yours. What do you think it means? Do you know anyone with an E name?” Val flips a stack of pancakes onto my plate as I sit at the counter.
We’re eating a late breakfast before attending our one class this afternoon.
“I don’t know anyone by name, so no idea.” It was true.
Since all the people at Alfie were Mafia, they knew mine, but I never knew their names, not even those of my guards. It was safer that way, Alfie said. If I were ever questioned, I could answer honestly.
They worked for my dad; I saw them around, but I didn’t know who they were or what they did.
Ignorance is bliss, Chicikta.
Alfie’s voice fills my mind as I each for the maple syrup. I drown my pancakes and then cut them up into bite-sized pieces as I think about the dream again.
