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He marked me, stuffed me with his release, and the thought of that makes a small whimper leave my lips.

Another one of my kinks is to be used whenever my lover wants, to be left boneless, satisfied and overflowing with cum, forced to walk around with it dripping down my thighs or soaking into my panties all day.

I haven’t forgotten about the comment he said about putting a baby inside me. Does that mean I have a breeding kink now, too?

I’ve never thought about having kids, and never really wanted one. Not that I don’t like them, I do, I’m excited to be the best auntie I can be when Olivia has her baby.

But with my life, and how it’s going, kids just don’t seem to be in my future, at least not anytime soon.

This breeding kink however, I could get on board with. Depending on who it’s with.

For now, it looks like it will be something that stays within my dreams because I have no plans on dating anytime soon. As much as I dream about those three men, having them in my life for real is a big hell no.

It’s kind of disappointing, though. They’re hot and I crave the danger they emit.

It’s just not a possibility. I might be attracted and aroused by dangerous men with the power to kill, to take lives, to cause chaos and mayhem, but it’s just not practical in the real world.

Some things should stay a fantasy, and this is one of them.

My climax feels like it goes on forever. Eventually, the ringing in my ears dulls and my racing heart calms.

My body melts into the bed, humming in pure bliss after being consumed by euphoria.

I wait for the dream to change. It’s rare that I actually get to finish one like this. I wait for my mind to wake up, to be left sweating in bed with an ache between my thighs that I’m forced to take care of before I’m able to go back to bed.

That doesn’t happen. The end doesn’t come. This dream isn’t over yet. And I’m thrilled.

He breathes heavily above me, his body pressed against mine with just enough pressure to make me feel safe, but not trapped.

“I’ll never get enough of you, Queen,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against mine.

I do my best to fake sleep, to let him think I’m still deep in slumber, but the urge to smile is strong.

When he moves away, I feel a coldness settle in the space where he once was, and I have to stop myself from reaching out to pull him back down to me.

I want to beg him to stay, to never leave. To do this again and again until I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t move.

He lets out this sexy groan as he pulls out, and I can feel cum dripping from my opening. I clench, wanting to keep every drop inside me.

The chuckle he lets out has me shivering. “Greedy little cunt,” he purrs. I bite my cheek, trying to stop my gasp when he takes his fingers and gathers his cum, pressing it back inside me. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you filled with my seed, always.”

The feeling is almost too much, my body’s overstimulated, yet as he slowly thrusts his fingers in and out of me, I feel another orgasm begin to grow.

Then the feeling is gone, and I nearly sob as he pulls his fingers free.

“Sleep, my Queen. Don’t worry, I’m nowhere near done with you. I never will be.”

With those words, I allow my mind to slip from this dream and into the next, where this time it’s not just Sunshine with me but Sky and Midnight too.

A sense of disappointment washes over me when I realize that sleep is gone and I’m slowly joining the real world once again.

For a moment, I debate rolling over and trying to go back to sleep in hopes that one of those spicy dreams finds its way back to me.

But the need to pee is too strong and wins out.

With a disgruntled sound, I shove myself into a seated position, huffing with annoyance before I even open my eyes.

Rubbing the palms of my hands against my eyes, I blink them open a few times, until the sleepy haze leaves my vision.