Chapter 11 - Blake Pierce

Blake POV

I open my eyes, sitting up on the bed, frowning and looking around. I move my hand through my hair, pulling it away from my face while my heart beats fast. My forehead is so wet with sweat that my hair gets stuck. I had a really weird dream and then I felt like I was being watched. That feeling hasn’t disappeared.

It was the most real dream I have ever had in my life. It was like I could even smell his cologne. My skin felt warm, as if he was touching me and my pussy drenched because he was touching, licking and doing all sorts of sinful things to me. Things I wish I could feel for real.

I realize it’s been far too long since the last time I had sex and I need to get it sorted. I know I am not the one-night stands kind of girl, but I really need to sort out this need for sex.

I sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing the robe I have resting on the end of the bed, throwing it over my shoulders and passing my arms through the fabric, tyin