#Chapter 287 – Weeks to Wait

“Liar,” I murmur, glancing at him over my shoulder as he positions himself against my center, running his head up and down my sex, teasing me. “You haven’t been starving. You’ve been fucking me in my dreams. Wasn’t that enough to keep the hunger at bay?” He chuckles lowly, bringing his cock back to my center and slowly beginning to press into me. “You tell me,” he says, gasping as he goes. “When I fuck you in your dreams, does it feel anything like this? And suddenly I’m gasping too as he starts to fill me, my vision flooded with stars as I press my eyes shut and moan into the fabric of my pillow. Every inch of him stretches me, feeling like an unending fullness as I feel the swell of his head making room for the rest of him on its path deeper inside me. The sensation rips through me like a storm, the pleasure of it and my hips buck against him, urging him on, needing more – Sinclair gives a rough shudder as he finishes seating his length deep inside me. Then, he rocks his