Three Years Later

“Sky! Wake the fuck up!”

The voice ripped through her dream like a knife, yanking her straight out of the heat, out of the pleasure, out of the filthy, mind-melting memory of Xavier’s mouth between her thighs.

Her eyes snapped open.

Her body jolted.

And fuck…

She was soaked.

Her sheets clung to her bare skin, her panties ruined, sticky, the wetness dripping down her inner thighs as her pussy clenched desperately around nothing.

The dream.

Xavier.

His hands. His tongue. His fucking cock—

“Sky!”

A pillow smacked her face.

Sky groaned, rolling onto her stomach, burying her burning face into her damp pillow.

“Fuck, Gloria, what?!”...