Three Years Later
“Sky! Wake the f**k up!”
The voice ripped through her dream like a knife, yanking her straight out of the heat, out of the pleasure, out of the filthy, mind-melting memory of Xavier’s mouth between her thighs.
Her eyes snapped open.
Her body jolted.
And f**k…
She was soaked.
Her sheets clung to her bare skin, her panties ruined, sticky, the wetness dripping down her inner thighs as her p***y clenched desperately around nothing.
The dream.
Xavier.
His hands. His tongue. His f*****g c**k—
“Sky!”
A pillow smacked her face.
Sky groaned, rolling onto her stomach, burying her burning face into her damp pillow.
“f**k, Gloria, what?!”
Her roommate stood at the doorway, arms crossed, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a glare.
“You’re f*****g late,” Glori
