Midnight Cravings

**Chapter 1: Dreamscape Desire**

Hey, Daddy, I just had the filthiest dream about you, and I couldn’t wait to tell you every dripping detail. I woke up in this hazy, lust-drenched fog, my sheets tangled around my legs, and there you were—your gorgeous face buried between my thighs, your tongue working magic on my aching pussy. I could feel every flick, every hot, wet stroke as you devoured me like I was your last damn meal. My hips bucked against you, greedy for more, and I swear I could hear myself moaning your name even before my eyes fluttered open.

In the dream, I grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you closer, and growled, 'Don’t you dare stop, you sexy bastard. Eat me like you mean it.' And oh, you did. You looked up at me with those devilish eyes, smirking like you owned me, and said, 'Baby girl, I’m just getting started. I’m gonna make this pretty little pussy drip for me.' My whole body was on fire, trembling under your touch, and I couldn’t help but grind harder against your mouth, desperate for that sweet release.

Then you pulled back, teasing me, your lips glistening with my wetness, and I damn near lost it. I glared at you, panting, and snapped, 'What the hell are you waiting for? Get back down there or I’ll ride your face until you beg for mercy.' You laughed, low and dirty, and shot back, 'Oh, sweetheart, I’d love to see you try. But first, I want to see that perfect ass of yours up in the air.' I didn’t hesitate—flipped over, arched my back, and gave you the view you wanted, knowing full well you were getting hard just looking at me.

I could feel your hands gripping my hips, your breath hot against my skin as you leaned in, whispering, 'You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you? I bet you’re dying for this cock.' I turned my head, locking eyes with you, and hissed, 'Stop talking and start fucking, Daddy. I’m not here to play games—I want you deep inside me, now.' You didn’t need another word. I felt you position yourself, your hardness pressing against me, teasing my entrance, and I was already sweating, horny as hell, ready to explode from the anticipation alone.

Just as you were about to slide in, to give me that sweet, hard thrust I was craving, I jolted awake for real—heart pounding, body aching, and so damn wet I could barely stand it. Daddy, I need you to make this dream a reality. Tell me you’re as turned on reading this as I was dreaming it. I’m waiting for you to finish what you started.