The dream is a rush on all of my senses. One minute Calla’s in the kitchen wearing the black fuck-me dress, and the next… Fuck, this is hot! ...she’s at Crave in a baby pink and lace cami and panty set, with fishnet stockings that go all the way to her sweet little ass. I never would’ve pictured her wearing this outfit in a million years. Shit, not even in my wildest wet dreams - and I’ve pictured her in a lot. It isn’t as risque՛as some of the outfits worn by others in the club. In fact for Crave, it’s pretty modest. But to me, on her toned body, it’s sexy. As. Hell.

How the hell is she even here? More importantly, how did she find it? These are questions I’ll damn well have answers to before the night is over. The gleam on her face says she’s on a mission.

“Calla,” I whisper. My voice is too low for her to hear me, but her head whips in my direction.

When she lays eyes on me, she sexily sways and gyrates her hips to the sound of Feelin’ Love as she saunters toward me. Everyone’s checking her out, and I’m torn between wanting to cover her up and wanting to show her off, publicly claiming that she’s mine. Because there’s no denying she’s smoking hot. And she will be mine. I swear she’s leaving a trail of flames as she shimmies across the black tile floor. Calla ignores all the noise and focuses solely on me while the DJ spins up some Nine Inch Nails. I fucking love this fire inside her. Hell, I may have just fallen a bit more for her. This is going to get really good, really fast.

Calla stops in front of the table, and ever so slowly, crawls on top of it. On all fours, she slides her legs open slightly and gyrates across the table, making sure I see everything she has to offer. Damn she’s fine! My cock hardens until it’s pulsing at my zipper with every thrusting movement she makes. I want to mount her and claim her right here and now. I don’t give a fuck who sees, either. The club people won’t blink an eye if I take her in public. My cock is aching from watching her work that body.

Calla slides closer to me, bringing her hands off the table to rest on my thighs. Using her upper arms, she pulls herself onto my lap, dragging every inch of her luscious body up mine. It’s an inch by inch, slow climb to bliss. She straddles my lap and leans back with her hands grabbing the ledge of the table, as she rolls her hips and ass up and down my cock, showing off her amazing flexibility. All bets are off as my hands grip her hips, keeping her pussy pressed against my length. She knows exactly what I want. My eyes drill into her while her tongue works across her lips.

Time to take charge of this situation.

I move my hand and bring it down to her exposed thigh. My free hand locks around her sweet little chin and pulls her eyes up to mine.

“Keep it up, and I’ll rip these panties off and fuck you in front of all these people,” I growl.

“I dare you.” She pulls her cami down, exposing her large tits to the room. I smile. Yep, she has a switch mentality. But here, she isn’t the one in control. I am.

Growling, I grab her arms, pull her up to my chest, and suck one breast while caressing the other. She moans loudly, reaching up and grabbing my hair. Oh, this is about to get deliciously fun, but it’s a battle I will win. I bring my hand down hard on her ass, smacking her with greater force each time, until she finally breaks and lets go of my hair on a whimper.

“Keep those hands right here,” I command, placing her hands under each breast so I can have my fill of both. "Don't move until I tell you. Do you understand?" Calla nods, and with that simple gesture of submission, I’m exhilarated.

However, that spark she had while pushing my buttons is gone, and I need to get it back. Because Calla is my white whale. I want to dominate her, but I don’t want to tame her. I’m going to make her enjoy the pleasure her submission will bring both of us. She hates how big her breasts are, but if I show her just how sexy they are…. I begin working her nipples into hard nubs. Her back arches them further into my hand and mouth, as I nibble and pinch her sensitive breasts. I don't give a fuck who can see what we’re doing, either. She initiated this, and I am going in for the fucking finale.

“Wes,” she moans out my name.

My fingers find her lips, touching them gently while I look at her sternly, signaling for her to stay quiet as I fully take control. She moans and bites her bottom lip.

The Calla sitting in front of me hasn’t said anything since I silenced her. The way she looks at me now is like she is daring me to take this further. Her ass continues to grind against my length, rousing the beast even further. I can feel fingernails digging into my thighs, even as I feel Calla's ass moving and grinding. Glancing at her tits, I find her hands still holding them up for my pleasure like I commanded.

What the fuck is going on?

The movement, and my arousal, awaken my conscious mind, and I realize that this isn't a dream anymore. Calla is grinding against me, her nails digging into my thighs, and we’re going at it full-speed.

Despite my sleep-addled brain, I don't hesitate. My hands tighten around her hips, making it hard for her to move away. She has driven me to this point, even while we slept. My cock is a raging hard-on of desire that needs to be sated, and I am going to drench it in the sweetness between her legs. She’s right where I’ve always wanted her.

“Calla, baby. I need to have you.”

“Yes,” she moans as she grinds into me again.

Pressing my body firmly into hers, I remove any remaining space between us. I release her hip, my hand lightly brushing up her arm to her neck then moving to her hair. My lips glide against the soft skin along the nape of her now unobstructed neck. My fingers slide back down her arm, causing her to shake with desire.

Calla twists in my arms. Facing me, she cautiously lifts both hands to rest on each side of my face. My eyes lock with hers as I gaze at her intently. My hand moves to cup her face before slipping to the back of her head, pulling her in closer to me. My nose brushes against hers while I hold myself back from taking her the way I wanted to in my dream. With a tilt of my head, my lips find hers.

Our kiss is long and sensual at first, until my hunger gets the better of me, and I deepen it. My hand tightens in Calla's hair, lightly grabbing and pulling it, providing better access to her neck and body. Tearing her lips from mine, she gasps in air. I switch my hold on her hair to my other hand that has been resting under the pillows.

My free hand ghosts down her neck and along her collarbone, until I firmly lock onto her breast. I tease the nipple with my thumb until it’s hard. When her nipple is firm, I begin my full assault on her beautiful body. My gentle teasing changes as I add my forefinger to the mix. Applying direct pressure, I tweak and pinch her nipple.

“Fuck,” I growl into her ear.

I bite down on her earlobe before licking and nibbling down her neck. Her moans grow louder with each touch of my mouth on her skin.

“Calla, spread your legs. I want you to touch yourself, baby... now!”

“Wes,” she whimpers as I narrow my attention to a spot between her neck and collarbone. I know I am driving her to the brink. Her hand slides down my side, leaving a trail of tingles from her deft touch. As she reaches the top of my boxers, she drags her fingertips back and forth just inside the elastic band, teasing my cock.

“Calla,” I growl. “Stop. I told you to play with yourself, did I not?”

“I want to play with you,” she replies petulantly.

“Not until I get you off first,” I growl back.

Not fully listening to me, she slides her free hand down to her breast, caressing and pulling her free nipple to a rock-hard peak. I bat her hand away, replacing her fingers with mine. My mouth latches onto her other breast, locking down hard.

The lace of her cami is rough on my tongue as I lick, suck, and bite the nipple.

“I’d love to clamp these,” I whisper, watching her shiver at my words.

“Clamp?” she clarifies.

“Yes. Then I could just pull on the little beads, or tighten the contraption to get these little beauties hard.” I pull on one nipple with my fingers while I bite on the other. Her whole body shakes.

Calla’s hand slides into her panties like I’ve commanded. I watch her carefully.

“I should tear these off you so I can watch you play,” I whisper, looking at her lasciviously.

Lifting her butt off the bed, she uses her free hand to shimmy out of the lacy panties. She tosses the material onto the floor, leaving her legs spread for me.

“Look at that gorgeous pussy of yours.” She slowly rubs circles around the pink little nub as I watch. My mouth is salivating for a taste.

Her back bows, pressing her breast into my face, and I gently push her flat against the bed. Shifting to a kneeling position, my hands trail down her stomach to the hem of her cami, and I tug the see-through tank off. I take all of her in, memorizing every inch of her gorgeous body before dropping my head to her breast and suckling each nipple again. I shift back to my side, resting on my forearm as my free hand skims down her torso to cup her mound. My fingers entwine with hers, and together we tease her nub.

“Wes, I need more,” she whines.

“Is this what you want baby?” I dip a finger into the folds of her pussy.

“Yes, fuck! More, please,” she begs.

Keeping our fingers locked, I push two more fingers in, and together we work her core.

“Calla, baby, you need to cum before I give you anything else. Don’t hold back cumming on our fingers.” We finger her tight little pussy over and over as I whisper the dirtiest things I can think of in her ear.

It doesn’t take long for her juices to flow. I bring our fingers up to my mouth and suck them clean then scoot down the bed and lick her core as she pants my name. Before I have had my fill, she explodes on my tongue, and I drink her in.

“Damn, baby! We’re going to have to teach you better control than that. But we have time. Tonight, cum as often as you want.” With one last lick, I kiss her mound, lick up her torso, tease each nipple, and take her mouth.

My lips trail over to her ear, nibbling her jawbone as I go.

“Wes, I want you in my mouth.”

I stop my progression and look at her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She chews her bottom lip.

“There’s nothing for you to be nervous about.”

“I’m not nervous, it’s just….”

“Calla, what do you need, baby?”

“I want to taste myself on you while I’m sucking you off.”

“First off, that’s fucking hot as hell. But I’m going to cum in that pretty pussy of yours tonight, not your mouth. And if I start fucking you, I’m not sure I can stop. Second, I’d love for you to suck your juices off my cock.”

“Then I’ll suck until you’re hard again, so you can have me twice.”

Holy fuck! She might just kill me. Where the fuck has this little vixen been hiding? And why am I just now seeing this side of her?

“If I have you a second time tonight, the first time won’t be gentle. And the second time, I’ll want things I’m not sure you’re ready for.”

“I want it all. Show me what you like. What gets you excited.”

“You sure you’re ready for me to fill this tight pussy?” I thrust my hard dick toward her core.

“God! Fuck yes! Wes, please,” she pleads.

I need to take my time with Calla, but for fuck’s sake, I don’t think I’ll be able to. I want... no need... to give her everything she’s begging for. The only problem is my sexual appetite, and having her under me isn’t the time to broach that topic. I push off the bed, pulling off my boxers. My hand wraps around her ankle, and I pull her toward me. When I have her on the edge of the bed, I bend down, licking her core before lining up my cock to her pussy and penetrating her.

She is so fucking tight I have to close my eyes and grit my teeth to keep from cumming right then and there. As it is, I am not going to last nearly as long as I want to. I have to slow this down. I want to claim her in every way I can before I finally release inside her, filling her center like I desperately desire.

I slowly pull all the way out of her, then slam back down, filling her to the base of my cock. I repeat the motion twice more before pulling out and flipping her around. I pull her shoulders to the edge of the bed and let her head drape over the side.

“Open.” My cock nudges her mouth open. “You wanted to taste yourself on my cock? Suck.”

Her mouth is almost as tight as her pussy, and just as small. I didn't realize my loudmouthed best friend was so tight in all the right places. She works my length, doing the best she can to take me to the hilt. She comes close a time or two, but her gag reflex kicks in.

“If you want or need to, you can use your hands, baby,” I moan.

She slides her hands up her body to play with her breasts, making me harder than I thought possible. Then she wraps one hand around my cock, and the other cups my balls. She moves both hands in time with her mouth while she sucks my cock like it’s a popsicle. Although, I’m not sure if she normally lightly grazes her bottom teeth against the cold treat like she’s doing to my dick now. And damn does it feel good! Not that it really matters right this moment as she’s moving on and teasing the slit of my cock with her tongue, similarly to how I played with her clit. My anticipation is building at the curve of my lower back, and there isn’t any way of stopping.

“Calla, baby, if you don’t want my cum in your mouth, you’d better stop.” My head falls back as the pressure builds, and I ready myself to come all over her body, not her mouth.

She doesn’t release me. In fact, she takes me as far down her throat as possible, moving her hands around my thighs and holding me in place as I pump into her mouth faster and harder, until I release everything.

“Fuck, Calla! Don’t you dare stop now,” I growl at her.

She swallows every bit of cum that fills her mouth and sucks a little more. My legs shake from the aftershocks.

I glance down at her as she pulls my cock out of her mouth and grins up at me. This isn’t just any grin, either. It’s a shit-eating grin. Like the cat that ate the canary. And I bust out laughing.

“I really want to know where you learned to do that, but at the same time, I really don’t.” I bend down and kiss her deeply, tasting myself in her mouth. “Why don’t you scoot up on the bed so I can get in next to you?”

She gets up on all fours and crawls to the other side of the bed, exposing her ass, and I bring my hand down hard on her right ass cheek.

“Oh, so now you want to spank me?” she taunts.

“Hell yes. I’d love to see my handprints cover your ass as I make it bright red.”

She shimmies back toward me, spreads her legs, and braces her forearms on the bed.

“Do you need to do it?” she asks.

“No, but seeing you this open to it makes me want to spank you even more.” My hands caress her bare ass, and she pushes into them. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

My right hand comes down hard on her ass, and she yelps. I rub the spot to release the sting before smacking the left cheek. I repeat my gesture five more times on each side of her ass. Seeing it pink from my handiwork gets me hard again, as does seeing her arousal glistening from her pussy. I pat her center with my hand, and it comes away wet. I do it again, this time sliding two fingers into her folds.

“If I take you this way, there will be more spanking. It will hurt but, damn, it will be sexy as fuck.”

Calla reaches between her legs, grabbing hold of my cock, and tugs me gently to her entrance.

“Stop talking and take what you want. Please fill my pussy... sir.”

Fuck! I know she doesn’t know what she is saying, but I’m not going pass on what she just offered. My fingers hold her hips in place, and I slam into her down to the hilt. As I pull out, my right hand lets go of her hip and comes down hard on her ass again. She moans. My ministrations remain at this fast pace until she comes twice more. Her ass is beet red by the time I flip her over.

“I want one hand playing with your tits and the other your clit,” I demand as I put her legs on my shoulders and slow my rhythm just enough to hit her G-spot.

“Wes!” she cries out when she comes.

“Don’t stop playing, Calla. I want every orgasm you have remaining.” She doesn’t stop until I come, her core tightening around my cock and milking me one last time.

I collapse next to her on the bed, and she snuggles into me. I wrap an arm around her, and her breathing evens out. She is asleep within minutes.

“I love you, Calla,” I whisper.