Chapter 18: Black Knight: Chapter 17

There are moments where you know something is wrong, but you still do it anyway.

Moments where you stop and think, , but you forge with it anyway.

It’s like that in my subconscious. My erotic, porn-fest subconscious.

My dreams should level up to this state from now on. Soft hands wrap around the bulge in my jeans and I grunt out a moan.

When my eyes open, there she is. The dream is still there, right in front of me.

She’s fully naked, too, her tits begging for my mouth on those perky nipples. Kimberly kneels between my legs like a good little girl, her face flushed, her green hair dishevelled.

Still, she looks like a sex goddess.

The best to ever exist.

She fumbles with my belt, pushing my jeans and boxer briefs down. Her touch is unsure, innocent even.

Just as I would’ve imagined my Green.

My dick jumps to life at her inexperienced ministrations. It’s been hard and painful ever since I ate her pussy, demanding to be buried inside her and get his own turn.

But I can only do so much damage, even in dreams.

Cole’s devil voice says in my head.

Shut up, demon.

“What are you doing, Green?” My voice is hoarse with arousal.

Her teeth nibble on her bottom lip, that full lip I want a taste of. When her eyes meet mine, they’re filled with a rare sparkle, the one she had when we used to go to new places, take risks, and then laugh out loud when we reached such place.

It’s her curious nature shining, her true, non-fake one.

“I want to make you feel good, too.” Her breathy voice is like a fucking aphrodisiac to my starved dick.

“Make me feel good how?” I’m still lying back, but my attention doesn’t drift from her. I want to engrave her in my mind so when I wake up, these memories won’t go away.

Maybe when I wake up, her taste will remain on my lips, too, and I’ll recall how she writhed against my mouth and came all over my tongue.

It was different than porn. They make shallow, fake noises there. My dream’s small whimpers and gasps were torture to my dick.

“I don’t know.” She wraps her hands around the base of my dick, and I groan deep in my throat.

“You never did it before?”

She shakes her head once.

I smirk, knowing my dream would say what I want to hear the most.

“Why not?”

She lifts a shoulder. “Promise you won’t find me weird.”

“You’re not weird; you’re a bit quirky.”

“Promise,” she insists.

“Fine. Promise.”

She bites down on the corner of her lip. “I thought it would be icky.”

“How about now?”

“It’s different.” Her cheeks redden. “I want it.”

“Because it’s me?”

She nods once, running her fingers up and down my length.

The growl that leaves my throat is that of an animal. I’m not supposed to enjoy this, but it’s the most I’ve been turned on my entire fucking life. “Say it out loud, Green.”

“Because it’s you, Xan.”

Her eyes remain on me as she lowers her head and takes me inside her hot, little mouth.

She’s soft, way too soft, as she laps her tiny tongue around me in small strokes.

I’m tempted to let her go at that pace forever, just to see her head bob up and down, to have her this way until the end of time.

My dick has other ideas, though. It’s been tortured enough.

I lean over and dig my fingers into her green strands. She moans like the best erotic fantasy.

“You’re killing me, Green.”

Her answer is to go faster, but it’s not fast enough or hard enough.

“Look at me,” I tell her.

She does, her eyes so huge, I can almost see my reflection in them.

“I’ll take control and it might hurt.” I don’t know why I’m telling her this, but even if she’s a dream, she’s still my Green, and I always tell my Green everything.

She nods slowly, but her lips tremble around my dick.

Fixing her head with both hands, I ignore the pain in my bandaged palm and thrust my hips so I’m deep into the back of her throat like I’ve always fantasised about. Like I’ve always wanted to and never got the chance to.

Kimberly never takes her eyes off me, even when my pace turns wild and brutal. She opens her mouth wide and takes me in as much as she can. If anything, that curious gleam in her eyes lights up the harder I pound into her.

The more I fuck her mouth, the more her arousal coats the air, her nipples hardening to pebbles.

She’s turned on.

Well, well. Cole was right. The seemingly innocent ones are the wildest.

“Do you like it when I fuck your mouth, Green?” I grunt.

She nods frantically, her hands gripping my thighs, nails digging into my skin as if she’s holding in something.

“Don’t let anyone else fuck your mouth,” I say like a pitiful arsehole, forgetting the part that it doesn’t matter.

“Don’t let them touch you or kiss you or see you naked.”

Her brow furrows.

“If you were mine, no fucking one would get within two metres radius from you.”

Maybe it’s my words or that lustful, curious look in her eyes, but I come so hard, even I am surprised by the power of my release.

My back and balls tighten as I empty down her throat with a groan. Cum drips from the side of her mouth to her chin.

I pull from her. “Don’t swallow.”

She stares up at me with confusion in her eyes, but she complies. I reach over and clutch her chin, opening her mouth, and stare at my seed all over her lips and tongue.

Marked and claimed.

If only for this moment, I want to believe she’s mine.

I close her mouth. “Swallow every last drop.”

She does, her throat working with the motion. Then she does something that surprises the shit out of me.

Kimberly winds her arms around my neck and attacks me with a ferocious kiss, causing me to lose my balance and fall on the mattress.

I’m on my back and she’s splayed all over me, kissing me sloppily, as if she’s been waiting to do it for a long time.

My hand wraps around her and I return her kiss. Tasting myself on her tongue is the most arousing thing I’ve done in recent memories.

This is officially the best dream ever.

We kiss for what seems like forever, making out like hungry animals, like the world will end the moment I wake up.

And that’s probably what will happen, isn’t it?

The moment I open my eyes, I won’t see the green of hers, I won’t taste her on my tongue or inhale her deep inside me.

I cover her eyes with my hand, slowly erasing her from memory, making her disappear.

She doesn’t resist, even as her body shivers over mine. Instead, she whispers against my lips, “What happened to us, Xan?”

“Don’t talk. Don’t ruin it.” I flip us over so she’s beneath me, small and beautiful and ready for the taking. “Fuck it. I’m going all the way.”

“A-all the way?”

“Yes, Green. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and dirty. I’ll hate myself for it and wish I could take a rope to my neck when I wake up, but you know what?” I lean over to nibble on her lobe before murmuring, “It’ll be worth it.”

“Wait.” She places her slender hands on my shoulder. “Wake up?”

“I don’t want to wake up.”

“You already did.” Her eyes widen. “This isn’t a dream, Xan.”

“That’s what dreams say.”

“No, this isn’t. We’re –”

The door barges open, cutting her off.

“Xan! Ahmed says I can have brownies and –” Kirian’s blubbering cuts off mid-sentence and his eyes double in size as he stares at us, then grins. “Hey, Kimmy. You didn’t say you’d do a sleepover at Xan’s.”

“Oh, shit,” she mutters, hiding underneath me and pulling the covers over us.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Uh…wrestling. This is like special wrestling.” She struggles with the words.

“Can I join?” Kir’s grin is enormous as he trots to our side.

“No, Monkey.” She smiles awkwardly. “We’ll be right out, okay?”

“I want to join. Why are you wrestling without me?”

He grabs my forearm, his tiny hands tightening on my muscle that’s still taut from how I’m holding my body over hers.

No.

Fuck no.

I reach out and pinch her cheek and…she doesn’t disappear.

Why the fuck isn’t she disappearing?

I’m not drunk and sleeping while Cole and Aiden sit there as guardian demons.

Kimberly winces before whispering, “What was that for?”