Chapter 4: The Dream
The apartment door clicked shut behind Tom Hampton with a quiet, finality that seemed to echo through the hollow expanse of his living room. The scent of stale coffee and the faint, lingering tang of last night’s takeout—some forgotten Thai curry—clung to the air, a testament to the solitude that had become his constant companion. He kicked off his loafers at the threshold, the worn leather making a soft thud against the hardwood floor, and exhaled a breath that fogged the air just slightly before dissipating.
His apartment was a sanctuary of quiet, a space designed for functionality rather than comfort.
The walls were a muted gray, the couch a worn but serviceable brown, the coffee table littered with textbooks and half-empty mugs. The kitchen was a small, efficient space, the countertops cluttered with a few half-used dishes and a stack of unopened mail. Tom moved through the apartment, his footsteps soft on the hardwood floors, his mind still reeling from the conversation with Kristy.
He made his way to the kitchen, the refrigerator humming softly in the background. He opened the door and peered inside, his eyes scanning the shelves for something to eat. His stomach rumbled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since lunch.
He grabbed a yogurt from the shelf, the expiration date stamped on the lid telling him it was still good for another week. He popped the lid off and spooned a bite into his mouth, the cool, creamy texture a welcome distraction from the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind.
As he ate, he wandered back into the living room, his gaze landing on the stack of papers on his coffee table. He had brought them home to grade, but the thought of diving back into the mundane tasks of his job seemed almost insurmountable. Not after the conversation he had just had with Kristy.
He set the yogurt down on the table, his appetite suddenly gone.
Instead, he picked up the remote and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels until he landed on a news broadcast. The anchor's voice droned on in the background, the words blending together into a meaningless hum. Tom's gaze was distant, his mind still stuck on Kristy and their conversation.
He couldn't shake the image of her standing in his classroom, her eyes filled with vulnerability and determination. He couldn't shake the words she had said, the confession she had made. He couldn't shake the feeling of desire that had coursed through him at her words, at the implication behind them.
He had always found Kristy attractive, had always admired her intelligence and her spirit. But this was different.
This was her—his student—telling him she couldn’t resist him, that she wanted to please him. That she couldn’t say no.
But what got Tom the most frustrated was how natural it felt when they started to flirt. It wasn't some awkward, stilted exchange between two people who were trying too hard to impress each other. No, it was effortless, like they had been doing this for years. Kristy's laughter rang out, bright and genuine, and Tom found himself smiling despite himself.
Tom turned off the TV with a sharp click, the sudden silence making the hum of the refrigerator feel louder. He stood, pacing the length of the living room, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans. The fabric was worn at the knees, the hem frayed from years of wear. He didn’t own many pairs of pants. Most of them ended up in the laundry pile, forgotten until they were so stiff with detergent residue that they might as well have been new again.
He stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the beach.
The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the sand and the water. The waves crashed against the shore, the rhythm steady and soothing. Tom watched as a group of young adults, their laughter carried on the breeze, ran into the water, their bodies silhouetted against the bright orange sky.
He thought about Kristy, about her confession, about the power he had over her. He thought about the way she had looked at him, her blue eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire. He thought about the way she had said his name, the way it had sounded on her lips.
He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He couldn't keep thinking about her like this.
The weight of her confession pressed down on him, heavy and impossible to ignore. Tom turned away from the window, his fingers brushing against the cold glass. The night air was cool against his skin, but it did little to calm the restless energy coursing through him.
He walked back to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water from the tap. The ice cubes clinked softly as he twisted the lid off the bottle. He took a sip, the cool liquid doing little to ease the tension in his throat.
Tom sat down at the kitchen table, his elbows resting on the worn wooden surface. He stared at the ceiling, the fluorescent lights flickering gently above him. The apartment felt too quiet, too still.
Maybe he was thinking about this wrong. Maybe some good could come from it. It explained why she did so well in his class and not in others.
Maybe he could use this to help her. If she couldn't say no to him, maybe he could guide her, help her navigate her other classes. He could be her... mentor, of sorts. The thought made him feel better, less like a predator and more like a helper. He could use this power she said he had over her to actually help her, to make a difference in her life.
But then, his mind would wander back to the other things she had said. The things she wanted him to do to her. The things she wanted him to ask her to do. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks at the memory, the desire pooling in his stomach.
He couldn’t help the way his body reacted to her words, to the way she’d looked at him with those wide, trusting eyes. He stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor with a sharp sound, and walked toward his bedroom.
The door clicked shut behind him, the darkness swallowing him whole. He kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto the bed, the springs creaking under his weight. The sheets were cool against his skin, the scent of laundry detergent faint but familiar. He closed his eyes, trying to push the thoughts of Kristy out of his mind, but they clung to him like shadows.
Tom rolled onto his side, his arm thrown over his eyes. He could still hear the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the distant laughter of the young adults from earlier.
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Tom was sitting at his desk, grading papers, when he heard a soft knock at his classroom door. He looked up, his heart pounding in his chest as he saw Kristy standing in the doorway, her blue eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire. She was wearing a wetsuit. Her hair was damp, the strands curling slightly around her face.
"Kristy," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "What are you doing here?"
She stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind her. "I had changed in the locker room to go surfing," Kristy said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I had completely forgotten they were going to lock it up after school, and now I can't get in there to change."
"How can I help?" Tom asked, his voice gentle, his eyes filled with concern. He stood up from his desk, his chair scraping softly against the floor.
Kristy bit her lip, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "I got some extra clothes that I kept in my car," she said, holding up her gym bag. "I just need a place to change."
"Of course," he said, stepping back to give her space. "You can change in here. Just let me—What are you doing!"
Kristy had begun to unzip the front of her wetsuit.
Tom's eyes widened in surprise, and he took a step back, his hand flying to his mouth. "You can't just—you can't just undress in front of me!"
Kristy looked up at him, her blue eyes wide and innocent. "Why not? You said I could change in here, right?"
Tom stammered, his face growing redder by the second. "Yes, but... but I meant change, after I stepped outside, not strip down in front of me!"
Kristy paused, her fingers still on the zipper. She looked around the room, as if just now realizing the implications of her actions. "Oh," she said, her voice soft.
She zipped her wetsuit back up, her cheeks turning a shade pinker. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hampton. I didn't mean to... I mean, I didn't think... I'm sorry." She looked down at the floor, her damp hair falling in front of her face, hiding her expression.
Tom let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain his composure. "It's alright, Kristy," he said, his voice steady. "I just wasn't expecting... that. But it's fine. Really."
Kristy looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with uncertainty. "Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to cause any trouble," Kristy said, her voice barely above a whisper. She shifted her weight again, her fingers twisting nervously.
Tom exhaled slowly, trying to regain his composure. "Of course you're not causing trouble, Kristy. I just... I wasn't expecting you to be so... direct. I mean, you're my student."
Kristy looked up at him, her eyes searching his face. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hampton," she said again, her voice soft. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I thought... I thought... never mind."
"What?" Tom asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean, you thought?"
Kristy hesitated, her fingers still fidgeting with the towel. She looked down at the floor again, her damp hair falling in front of her face. "I thought... I thought you wanted me to do it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought you might like it." Kristy's voice was barely audible, her cheeks now a deep shade of red. She was looking down at the floor, her damp hair hiding her face.
Tom couldn't see her expression, but he could hear the vulnerability in her voice. He felt a surge of protectiveness, a desire to make her feel safe, to make her feel good. He stepped closer to her, his hand reaching out to tilt her chin up, to make her look at him.
"Kristy," he said, his voice soft. "Look at me."
She did, her blue eyes meeting his gaze. He could see the uncertainty in them, the fear. He wanted to erase it, to replace it with something else. Something better.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he said, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. "But I won't lie, Kristy, the thought of you undressing in front of me... It's fucking hot."
Her breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly at his words. He could see the desire flickering in them, the hunger. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Let me see you, Kristy," he whispered. "Show me what you've got."
She smiled at him. "You know I can't say no to you, right?" She asked as her hands moved to her zipper again.
"Oh, I know," Tom said, his voice low and husky as he watched, his heart pounding in his chest, as she slowly pulled the zipper down, revealing more and more of her tanned skin. The wetsuit parted, revealing a sliver of her tanned skin. He could see the curve of her breasts, the swell of her stomach, and he felt a surge of desire so strong it made his knees weak.
The wetsuit had been pulled down just enough to reveal the smooth, sun-kissed skin of her shoulders, the delicate curve of her collarbone, and the faint dusting of freckles across her chest. His breath hitched as he realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice barely audible. His eyes were locked on the sight before him, tracing the outline of her body with his gaze, taking in every inch of her exposed skin. He could feel his pulse quickening, his body responding to the sight of her in a way he hadn’t expected.
Kristy’s breath was shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she watched his reaction. She bit her lip, her eyes flickering with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She had never done anything like this before, but there was something about the way Mr. Hampton looked at her that made her feel powerful, wanted.
She could see the bulge in his pants, the evidence of his desire for her. She felt a surge of confidence, a boldness she had never felt before.
"Like what you see, Mr. Hampton?" She asked, her voice sultry, her hands moving to her hips, pushing the wetsuit down further, revealing more of her tanned skin.
Tom swallowed hard, his eyes locked on her body. "Fuck, Kristy," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're fucking gorgeous."
She smiled, her hands moving to the hem of the wetsuit, slowly pulling it down, inch by inch, revealing more of her body to him.
Tom's eyes followed the movement, his breath hitching as she exposed the swell of her hips, the curve of her ass. He could see the dark triangle of hair at the juncture of her thighs, and he felt a surge of desire so strong it made his head spin.
"Fuck, Kristy," he said again, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're killing me."
She laughed, a soft, sultry sound that made his cock twitch in his pants. She stepped closer to him, her hands reaching out to grab the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to her. He could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her breasts pressing against his chest.
He could see the desire in her eyes, the hunger. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue tangling with his, her hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer.
He could taste the salt on her lips, the faint hint of coconut sunscreen. He deepened the kiss, his hands moving to her ass, squeezing the firm flesh, pulling her against him. He could feel her hips grinding against him, her pussy pressing against his thigh.
"Fuck, Kristy," he groaned, breaking the kiss. "You feel so fucking good."
She smiled, her eyes filled with a wicked gleam.
"I want to taste you, Mr. Hampton," she said, her voice low and sultry. She pushed him back against his desk, her hands moving to his belt, unbuckling it with quick, efficient movements. He watched, his heart pounding in his chest, as she pulled his belt free, the leather making a soft, sharp sound as it was pulled through the loops.
"Kristy," he groaned, his voice filled with warning. "You don't have to—"
"I want to," she interrupted, her voice firm. She unbuttoned his pants, her fingers brushing against the hard length of him. He could feel the heat of her touch through the fabric, the sensation making his cock twitch.
His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his breath coming in ragged gasps as she slid his zipper down, the sound of the teeth releasing a soft, sharp snap echoing in the quiet room.
"Fuck," he muttered, his voice thick with desire as she wrapped her fingers around his straining erection. He was already hard as stone, the veins bulging beneath her touch, the head of his cock glistening with pre-cum. Kristy’s breath hitched, her fingers curling around him, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip.
"Oh my god," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement.
Kristy’s fingers tightened around him, stroking him up and down, her touch firm and confident. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles tensed under her touch. Her breath hitched as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and desire.
Tom groaned, his head falling back against the desk. "Fuck, Kristy," he said, his voice strained. "You don't know what you're doing to me."
She smirked, her fingers moving faster, her grip tightening. "I think I do," she said, her voice low and sultry. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.
"I want to feel you inside me, Mr. Hampton," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "I want to feel you fucking me."
Tom’s breath caught in his throat. His cock pulsed in her grip, his hips jerking forward instinctively. "Fuck, Kristy," he growled, his voice raw with need. "You’re not supposed to talk like that."
She laughed, a breathy, teasing sound that made his balls tighten. "You like it." She dropped to her knees in front of him, her fingers still wrapped around him, stroking him slowly, deliberately.
She looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with a hunger that made his cock throb. "I want to feel you in my mouth."
Tom groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her closer. "Fuck, Kristy," he said, his voice thick with desire. "You're going to kill me."
She smiled, her tongue flicking out to lick the pre-cum from the tip of his cock. He shuddered, his grip on her hair tightening. She could feel the heat of his body, the way his muscles tensed under her touch.
Her tongue flicked out again, this time circling the sensitive head of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that had gathered there. Tom groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her closer to him.
"Fuck, Kristy," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You're going to make me come too fast."
She smiled around the thick length of him, her lips wrapping around the head, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside. Tom's breath came in sharp gasps, his hips jerking forward instinctively as she took him deeper into her mouth.
"Jesus Christ, Kristy," he muttered, his voice strained.
His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back slightly so he could watch her mouth work around him. "You're fucking killing me."
She moaned around him, the vibration making his cock twitch violently. Her lips were stretched tight around his shaft, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him deeper. Her tongue traced the underside of his cock, flicking over the sensitive ridge, making him groan louder.
"Fuck, that feels good," he groaned, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily. "You're so fucking good at this."
Kristy hummed around him, the sound vibrating against his cock, making his balls tighten.
She could feel the way his body tensed under her touch, the way his fingers dug into her hair, pulling her closer. She took him deeper, her throat working around him, her lips stretched tight as she swallowed him whole.
"Fuck, Kristy," Tom groaned, his voice strained. "You're gonna make me come down your throat."
She moaned, the sound muffled around his cock, and pulled back slightly, her tongue swirling around the head before taking him in again. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles tensed as she sucked him. Her fingers curled around the base of his cock, stroking him gently as she bobbed her head up and down.
Tom's breath came in ragged gasps, his hips thrusting forward in time with her movements. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the heat spreading through his body. He was close, so fucking close.
"Fuck, Kristy," he groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair. "I'm gonna come. You need to pull back if you don't want—"
She moaned around him, the sound vibrating against his cock, and took him deeper, her fingers squeezing the base of his shaft. Tom's body tensed, his hips jerking forward as he came with a loud groan, his cock pulsing in her mouth, his release spilling down her throat.
Kristy swallowed every drop, her eyes locked on his, her tongue swirling around him as he shuddered through his orgasm.
"Fuck, Kristy," he gasped, his body slumping back against the desk, his fingers still tangled in her hair. "That was... fuck."
She smiled, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips, tasting the last of him. She stood up, her body pressing against his, her hands moving to his chest, pushing him back against the desk.
"Now it's my turn," she whispered, her voice sultry, her eyes filled with a hunger that made his cock twitch despite just coming.
Tom's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat.
"Kristy, what are you—" he started, but his words were cut off as she stepped out of the wetsuit completely, standing before him naked and unashamed. His heart pounded in his chest, his eyes taking in every inch of her exposed skin. She was breathtaking, her body toned and tanned from years of surfing, her curves soft and inviting. He could feel his cock stirring again, despite having just come in her mouth.
Kristy's cheeks flushed slightly at his intense gaze, but she held her ground, her chin tilted up defiantly. "I told you I wanted you to see me, Mr. Hampton," she said, her voice steady despite the blush on her cheeks.
"And I meant all of me."
Tom swallowed hard, his eyes locked on her naked body. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her muscles tensed under his gaze. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip, the swell of her breast. She shivered under his touch, her breath hitching.
"Fuck, Kristy," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. "You're so fucking beautiful."
She smiled, her hands moving to his shoulders, pushing him back against the desk. He went willingly, his eyes never leaving her body. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him, her naked pussy pressing against the hard length of him.
He could feel the heat radiating from her, the slickness of her arousal. His cock twitched at the contact, already hardening again beneath her.
"Fuck, Kristy," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. "You're gonna kill me."
She smirked, her hands sliding up his chest, her fingers tangling in his hair. "I want to feel you inside me, Mr. Hampton," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "I want to feel you stretch me open."
Tom’s breath hitched. His cock throbbed painfully, desperate to be inside her. He reached down, his fingers brushing against her slick folds. She was so wet, so ready for him.
He could feel the heat of her pussy, the way her muscles clenched around his fingers as he pushed them inside her. She moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back. He could see the pulse in her neck, the way her breath came in sharp gasps as he fingered her.
"Fuck, Mr. Hampton," she moaned, her hips grinding against his hand. "That feels so good."
He growled, his fingers moving faster, his thumb circling her clit. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around him as she got closer and closer to the edge.
His thumb circled her clit, pressing down just enough to make her gasp, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
"Fuck, Mr. Hampton," she moaned, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I'm so close."
Tom grinned, his fingers moving faster inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit in slow, deliberate circles. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Let it go for me."
Kristy’s body arched off his lap, her back bowing as she came with a sharp, keening cry. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, her juices dripping down his hand.
He could feel the slickness of her arousal, the way her body trembled with pleasure. His thumb continued to circle her clit, pressing down just enough to make her moan.
"Fuck, Mr. Hampton," she whimpered, her voice trembling with ecstasy. "Please, I need you inside me."
Tom groaned, his fingers leaving her pussy to reach for his cock. He was rock hard, throbbing with need. He lined himself up with her entrance, his eyes locked on hers.
"Fuck, Kristy," he muttered, his voice strained. "Are you sure?" Tom asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He wanted her more than anything, but he needed to hear her say it.
Kristy nodded, her eyes filled with a hunger that matched his own. "Yes," she said, her voice steady. "I want you, Mr. Hampton. I want you to fuck me."
Tom groaned, his cock twitching at her words. He grabbed her hips, lifting her slightly as he positioned himself at her entrance. He could feel the heat of her pussy, the way her muscles clenched around the tip of his cock.
He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he slowly lowered her onto him, inch by inch. She was so tight, so fucking hot, he could feel his body trembling with the effort to go slow. "You're so fucking tight. I don't want to hurt you."
She moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she took more of him inside her. "You won't," she gasped. "I can take it."
He growled, his hips jerking forward slightly, pushing more of his length inside her. She gasped, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing again, taking him deeper.
Her pussy was slick and warm, clenching around him like a velvet fist. Tom’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as he felt her tight heat envelop him inch by inch. His fingers dug into her hips, his knuckles white as he fought to maintain control.
"Fuck, Kristy," he groaned, his voice raw with need. I can't believe you're taking me like this."
She moaned, her head falling back as she took him all the way in. Her pussy was so wet, so tight, that he could feel her inner walls gripping him, milking him with every shallow breath she took.
He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as he began to move inside her.
"Fuck, Kristy," he groaned against her lips, his hips thrusting up, driving his cock deeper into her.
She moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her hips moving in time with his. "You feel amazing, Mr. Hampton," she gasped, her voice thick with desire.
"Faster, please."
Tom groaned, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her closer to him. He could feel her slick, tight heat enveloping him, her inner walls clenching around his cock with every thrust. The sensation was almost too much, but he wanted to savor every moment of it. "You feel so goddamn good."
Kristy's breath hitched as he began to move faster, her body responding to his rhythm. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails scraping lightly against his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
"More," she whimpered, her voice trembling with need.
"Fuck me harder, Mr. Hampton."
Tom growled, his fingers digging into her ass as he lifted her slightly, then slammed her down onto his cock. She gasped, her body jolting with the force of it, her tits bouncing with the impact.
"Like that, you little slut?" he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Kristy moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back. "Yes," she gasped. "Fuck me like that. Make me your little slut."
Tom's cock throbbed at her words, his hips moving faster, his thrusts becoming more forceful.
He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her inner walls tightening as she got closer to the edge. His hands slid down to grip her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifted her slightly before slamming her back down onto his cock.
"Harder," Kristy gasped, her voice trembling with need. "Fuck me harder, Mr. Hampton. I want to feel you fill me up."
Tom groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he obeyed her, his thrusts becoming more aggressive.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, pulling her down onto his cock with a force that made her gasp. "Fuck, Kristy," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're gonna make me lose it."
Kristy moaned, her head falling back, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Fuck me, Mr. Hampton," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "Harder. Fuck me like you mean it."
Tom’s hands slid down to grip her hips, his fingers biting into her skin as he lifted her off his cock and then slammed her back down with a force that made her eyes widen.
"Fuck, Mr. Hampton!" she cried out, her voice filled with surprise and pleasure.
"Is this what you wanted, you little slut?" Tom growled. "You wanted me to fuck you hard, didn't you?"
Kristy could only nod, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he continued to pound into her. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her completely. Her pussy was slick and hot, clenching around him with every thrust.
Tom’s fingers dug into her hips, his grip tight as he lifted her and slammed her down again and again.
The desk creaked beneath him, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. Kristy’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, her body trembling with each thrust. "Fuck, Mr. Hampton," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna come."
"Do it! Come all over my cock," Tom growled, his voice rough with lust. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he thrust into her with brutal, relentless force. The desk beneath them groaned and squeaked, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room.
Kristy’s breath hitched, her back arching as she felt the first wave of pleasure crash over her. Her pussy clenched around Tom’s cock, milking him as she came with a sharp, keening cry. "Oh god, Mr. Hampton! Yes! Fuck, I'm coming!"
Tom’s fingers dug into her flesh, leaving marks as he held her in place, his thrusts becoming even more aggressive.
As she rode her orgasm, he felt his own release building. His balls tightened, his cock throbbing inside her. "Fuck, Kristy," he groaned, his voice strained. You want me to fill you up, don't you?"
Kristy could only nod, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Yes," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "Come inside me, Mr. Hampton. I want to feel you."
Tom growled, his hips slamming into hers one last time as he came with a loud groan, his cock pulsing inside her, his release filling her pussy.
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Tom's eyes snapped open.
His chest heaved, his fingers still tangled in the sheets, his skin slick with sweat. The room was dim, the only light coming from the faint glow of the streetlamps outside his apartment window. He could still feel her—Kristy’s warmth, her scent, the way her body had trembled beneath him.
It was only a dream.
"Fuck," he groaned, rolling onto his side, his cock still half-hard, tenting the sheets. He could still feel the ghost of her touch, the way her fingers had wrapped around him, the heat of her mouth as she took him in.
He ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the dream. It was just a dream, he told himself. It didn't mean anything.
But even as he tried to convince himself, he knew it was a lie. It felt too real, too intense. He could still smell her, still taste her on his lips.
The sheets beneath him were damp with sweat, the scent of her lingering in the air. He exhaled sharply, his breath shaky, and tried to push the memory away. But it clung to him, stubborn and vivid.
Tom sat up slowly, his back arching as he stretched out the tension in his muscles.
"Fuck!" He groaned, rubbing his eyes with his hand. "This is going to be a problem."