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“That’s it, baby,” I grunt, my breathing starting to come out in heavy pants. “Touch yourself like a good girl.”

Cove makes these moments so much better because she often gets so immersed in her dreams that she’ll masturbate alongside me without even knowing.

Just like I knew she would, like I hoped she would, Cove’s hand moves between her legs. She moans again as she slides her hand down her panties.

“Such a good girl,” I murmur, moving my hand faster. My other hand reaches down and cups my balls, giving them a squeeze.

My eyes roll back for a moment as I try not to make too much noise.

I sit there, stroking myself faster and faster as my pleasure builds higher and higher. After a minute, I can’t take it anymore.

Cove’s moans grow louder as she locks her legs around her hand and starts to grind against it.

Getting to my feet, I continue to stroke my cock as I walk toward her. With every breath, my chest rises and falls, sweat beading down my back.

I need to taste her, to fuck her, to fucking consume her.

“Shepherd,” her breathy whimper has me pausing.

She’s thinking of me? Does she know I’m here?

A feral smile takes over my lips. “I’m here, Bunny,” I murmur when I’m certain she’s still dreaming.

“My dirty little Bunny, thinking of me while you dream. What filthy things are you thinking of? Tell me, I want to make all of them come true.”

“Shepherd, please!” she gasps, her fingers moving faster.

I need to get closer, need to see what she’s doing to herself while she’s thinking of me.

A low growl rumbles in my chest when I catch the sight of her hand in her panties, fingers buried in her cunt.

Her body rolls from side to side, her grinding hips working her pussy against her hand.

It’s so fucking hot. One of the things I love about Cove is how lively her sex dreams are. She talks, fucks herself, and cums in her sleep.

That's why I kept coming back, why I loved to watch her while she slept and get off right alongside her.

It was the closest I could get to being with her at the time.

Cove whimpers again, shifting so that she’s lying on her back. Her legs part, but her fingers keep moving.

Biting my lip, I bring one knee up to rest on the bed, my grip tightening on my cock. I slow my moves to long, firm strokes, wanting to hold off from cumming until she does.

She keeps moving her fingers, growing more and more frustrated with herself. She wants to cum, but she can’t get herself there.

Sometimes she’s too out of it to have the strength to do it herself. That’s when I come in and lend her a hand. I fucking love it.

“Shhh,” I croon, bringing my other knee up to the bed and crawling toward her. “I got you, Bunny.” I shift my body until I’m between her legs, spreading her thighs wide. My cock bobs in front of me, thick and long, dripping with pre-cum. I want to rip her panties off and thrust my cock inside her.

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the pocket knife I brought with me and open the blade, bringing it to the side of her hip. I cut one side of her panties free before doing the same thing to the other side.

Moving the ruined fabric out of the way, I can’t help but let out a groan at the sight of her pussy. It’s wet, her fingers buried deep inside herself.

Grabbing her hand, I gently pull it free. Leaning forward, I move to wrap my lips around her fingers, wanting a taste of her juices for myself.

But just as I suck her digits into my mouth, my eyes flick up to her face. I pause, body tensing as her eyes flutter open.

They land on me. And for a moment I think I fucked up big time.