[R18+] Harley Greene 3.5 (II)

"Dick," she muttered. "I want your dick. Please."

I shook my head while my tongue was still inside of her, sucking up her juices that were beginning to flow.

It was like her pussy was a faucet and the more I was eating her out, the more water was starting to flow out of the faucet.

Reading her body movements and the twitches in her walls, I stopped just before she could finish.

"...Venni? W-why? Why torment me?" she asked as she was catching her breath.

"You want to cum?" I asked her.

"Yes," she responded while looking at me with eyes of anticipation.

"Then beg. Beg me to fuck you like the cheating slut that you are," I commanded.

"Hiccup. Venni, I'm begging you. Please, please, please… I want your dick so badly. I miss you and... and I miss the feeling of you fucking me like a whore. Please! I'm begging you! Please, please. PLEASE… I'll do anything! Fill up my pussy with your cock!"

"..."

To be honest, I was slightly stunned.

I need not expect this level of sluttery from a girl who had seemed so innocent.

According to the engaged couple, they didn't even officially start dating until a year into Malcolm courting her.

And their first kiss was on their first anniversary.

Although the details were too personal to tell people, I assumed that their first time having sex was probably deep into their relationship as well.

'Does she only act like this for Venni?' I wondered.

After that thought, I began doing the math.

Considering her age which was just a few years older than me, and the length that the couple had been dating, then it means that she had been a slut for this Venni person since high school.

'So only after breaking up with him and dating your new man that you decided you were going to become a good girl?'

"Well isn't that a damn shame for Malcolm who's probably never seen this side of you before," I muttered.

At the mention of her boyfriend's name, I saw her flinch a little before tossing the thought to the side.

"Come on Venni. Just put it in me already. I haven't gotten a taste of it for years. Don't show up in my dreams like this if you aren't going to give it to me. This is my dream. I control you," Harley said, starting to get impatient as I had been sitting there in silence, thinking.

'Dream? Hahaha. The fact she thinks this is a dream and isn't freaking over her ex, she's probably had the dream numerous times. Even if it's in the dream world, she's been fucking another dude while in a committed relationship. Tsk tsk tsk.'

Harley was looking at me expectantly with an aroused face, not even realizing that I was starting to deduce a lot of things from her bed talk.

The guilt in me (which probably never existed in the first place) was starting to vanish about what I was doing and was about to do with this girl who had a fiance.

If it wasn't her first time then what's the difference between a second or third time?

Smirking, I teased her, "Oh? Do you want me to put it in? Are you sure that's what you want from me?"

Impatiently, she responded, "Yes! Please! Put your dick in me! Don't make me wait any longer. Please!"

Laughing, I slowly and dramatically removed my pants and got down to nothing but my underwear.

Getting closer to her but with my penis still tucked inside my underwear, I said, "I don't know. If you want it then answer a question for me."

"Yes! Anything! I'll answer anything!"

She looked like she was starting to get frustrated but the idea of receiving my penis was keeping her from losing complete composure.

"Excluding this, how many times have I visited you in your dreams?" I questioned.

She looked stunned by my question. Then her brows furrowed as if to say that she didn't appreciate me asking a question about her emotional infidelity that manifests physically in the dream world.

"I don't want to answer."

"Then I guess you're not getting any dick from me," I shrugged as I grabbed my pants from the floor.

Before I could begin putting them back on, she grabbed my wrist.

"Ten. Ten times with you," she said with this guilty voice. 

'With me? That's a strange way to answer that question.'

I had a sudden idea and asked, "In total?"

It was a simple question that implied something massive.

"Twelve. The other times, they were with my two celebrity crushes," she responded with tears pouring down her face. 

She's cheated on her fiance in her dreams with three different dudes.

Drunk, she was already a mess but now that I was making her face her past, her face began to turn even more red.

In a pleading voice, almost exasperated, "Now please! I've answered your question! I want you to fuck me already!"

Finally, with a chuckle of disbelief, I pulled down my underwear and said, "Okay. I'll give you what you want. I hope it'll be worth the wait."

'Because the next morning when you wake up and realize that it wasn't a dream and you actually cheated, there's no way you'll stay with your fiance.'

I was determined now to free Malcolm from this terrible person.

I will be — a hero.