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  Kara’s Dirty Dreams

  by: Annabeth Johnson

  Summary:

  Erotic.

  An all-consuming need.

  A dream?

  Kara finds herself in a world beyond her wildest imagination. Where everything feels real, and the touch of a man leaves her breathless. Uninhibited, she lets herself embrace what’s been missing in her life all these years. A passion so intense it unlocks the key to her most hidden desires.

  Only one question remains: Just how dirty you can get in a shower?

  Copyright© 2016 by Annabeth Johnson

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Author: Annabeth Johnson

  Edited By: Starr Yarbrough

  Cover Art By: S. Van Horne

  Photo Credit @Shutterstock/Olimpik

  Acknowledgements:

  There are so many people to thank that I am not even sure where to start here. The Indie community is so large, welcoming, and supportive for both authors and readers alike.

  Krystal... I love you so much Hooker! Without you this would still be just a dream I never thought I would be able to do. The love, support and inspiration you gave me is immeasurable. You were the very first person to ever tell me I can do this, pushed, and pushed until I did. No words.

  Crystal… Yeah, your imagination and your fierce belief in me just blow me away. There is really no way to tell you how much I appreciate you and your support. Your work ethic is bar none and I hope someday I can be just like you. Thank you for pushing me to be my best.

  Elena… What can I really say my love. I love you so much. You have always been there through the calls to hold my hand and tell me I had this, to just calling me to send love. You mean the world to me and I can’t even find the words.

  Kaci... My love, you just blow me away. Your support and love are just incredible and you do so much more than I can even tell you. You are part of me and I wouldn’t be able to live without you. But really…5 more books?

  Starr… You and my babies are my sunshine. You make every day better just by being you. Those smiles just make my day. I miss your face.

  Sonya… That cover. Wow. You blew me away. You are the queen of graphics! I love you and can’t tell you how much I appreciate you and all the love and support you show. You are a one of a kind person and I just treasure you.

  Lynne… Yeah, what can I say that has not already been said. Your belief in me when I was floundering was so crucial. You talked me off that ledge and I appreciate it.

  Eve… Your advice and love was critical. I just can’t say enough about the love I have for you.

  My family…Your love and patience during all of this is the reason it got done. Now, let’s go celebrate.

  This book is dedicated to my Aunt Jeanne…

  The last words she spoke to me were: I love you, now finish that damn book, and make it hot! I hope I made you proud auntie, and are no longer in pain.

  Kara’s Dirty Dreams

  I hear the door open and my husband calling out to me; I know right away he is in another one of his ‘moods,’ and that I am in for a night. Right on cue, he walks in and reaches for the bottle of rum, downing a shot before saying a word to me.

  “So Kara, did you do anything at all today, or just sit on your ass as usual?”

  I take a deep breath and respond with, “I had a pretty busy day today, the kids all had practice and I made dinner; give me 5 minutes and it will be on the table.”

  “So once again, you did nothing?”

  Looking around the sparkling clean kitchen and house, I want to say… Yep, I sat on my ass and did nothing all day long. That’s why the house is clean and the laundry and dinner are done! Instead, I reply, “What else can I do?”

  “How about getting off your ass and getting a job,” he says. Having had enough, I quickly walk upstairs and make my way to our bedroom. I notice my husband come up behind me and think for a moment he might actually join me. Instead he says, “Since the kids are gone for the night, I’m headed to my man cave to relax. No need to save dinner for me, I’ll eat when I am hungry.”

  I realize he is going to do what he usually does: head to his man cave to drink, watch television, and ignore me. It looks like I am on my own for entertainment tonight. Quickly, deciding I am ready for the day to be over, I head into the bathroom and turn on the shower to get it warmed up for me.

  Heading back into the bedroom, I decide to say fuck it. I will curl up with a good book. I think I will lose myself in someone else’s world for a little while. Stepping out of my clothes, I drop them on the floor in a little act of rebellion; I will get to them later. Nobody else would notice if I left them there for a week, but it would bug me. I look in the mirror, determining then and there, that I am going to stop thinking of others so much and worrying about their thoughts. Instead I would focus more on trying to take care of myself, for a change.

  Stepping into the bathroom, which is now filled with steam, I slide the shower doors open and slip under the hot water. The water caresses my skin the way I wish someone else would. I close my eyes, lean under the water, letting the heat cascade down my body, and lift my hair to get it wet and ready to wash. With my eyes closed, I reach behind me to find the soap, only to encounter a hard body instead. Before I can react, or give it a second to think, I am pulled up against a solid physique. Arms that are used to lifting weights are wrapping around me, holding me tightly against him.

  I hear a low murmur in my ear. “You are the sweetest sight I have ever seen, love. I need you now.”

  I turn around and look into ice, blue eyes that seem to pierce right through me. Shaking my head, I can’t help but think that this must be a dream.

  “This is no dream, baby girl; do you feel this hard cock?” he says, as he pushes his massive erection against me. I can’t help but squirm.

  “Turn around, Little Bit,” he says, and when I can’t seem to do anything but stand there and look at him, he takes matters in his own hands. He turns me so that I am once again getting hot water cascading down my body, only this time; it’s his strong hands gliding through my hair to help get it wet. Then, in a surprising turn, he adds shampoo to his hands and begins to massage it into my scalp. I can’t help the low moan that escapes me as I close my eyes and just let him run his hands through my hair.

  The next thing I know, those hands are sliding down my neck, continuing the massage all the way down my back. This time, it’s an even deeper moan from my mouth. I can feel the goosebumps break out over my skin everywhere he touches me. I lean into him, moaning even deeper, as his magical hands are kneading and massaging me until I feel like I am about to lose my mind. Slowly, I feel his hands slide down further, following my spine down to cup my ass.

  “Who does this ass belong to, Little Bit?”

  “You,” I whisper breathlessly, feeling his hands slide down even more, slowly trailing his fingers down my ass to between my legs. My pussy feels as if it’s on fire. I quiver with need, waiting anxiously for that first touch. I know that it is the one which will set off this inferno that is slowly building in my body, with his hands into a flame bursting over me.

  “Please,” I whisper. Please, please, please, I repeat in my head, praying just as hard as I poss
ibly can. I yearn for his hands to slide just that little bit further and touch my clit, giving me some kind of release. Instead, he reaches around with his other hand and grabs my throat, tipping my head back to look into his eyes.

  “No,” he commands. “You will wait until I am ready; do you understand me, Little Bit?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I respond breathlessly.

  Looking into his eyes, I can see the hunger and want. The expression in the deep, icy blue is almost as if he could devour me whole. Eat me alive. I shiver and wait for him to decide how he is going to take this. Given that moment to think, I start to doubt myself. What am I doing? This man is incredible! Tall, well over 6 feet, covered in tattoos and built like a linebacker; he could easily pick me up and carry me wherever he wanted to.

  Why is he looking at me like that? I suddenly feel self-conscious about my body. I am well aware that after having my children, my body is not as tight and toned as it once was. He seems to sense the way my thoughts are headed and takes my head firmly in his hand and forces me to look up at him once again.

  “What have I told you?” he demands.

  I scramble to think while searching his eyes, feeling lost and trying desperately to remember what I was thinking a moment ago; I can’t seem to recall when captivated by his look and the magical hands that are slowly sliding from my ass toward my pussy. He’s causing me to lose even more thoughts; he’s turning me into a puddle of need. Slowly, oh so slowly, I feel his finger dip inside of me, slide back and forth from my ass to my pussy, and back again.

  What was I supposed to be saying again? Oh shit! I’m not sure I can think with his hands gliding back and forth, bringing me right to the brink. So very close, but then he suddenly stops.

  “What did I ask you?” he says.

  “I don’t remember,” I respond.

  “You’d better remember quickly, or I’ll stop touching you.”

  “I was just wondering why you were looking at me like that?” I murmur.

  “Like what?” he counters, raising an eyebrow.

  “Like you could eat me alive.”

  “Because I can. I am aware that you do not see your body as you should. But I see a lush, incredible figure that drives me completely insane,” he purrs, quieting into a seductive whisper.

  He looks down at my bare breasts, my nipples hard and ready for him. Ever so slowly, he leans down while looking directly into my eyes and takes a nipple in his mouth. Licking his way around my nipple, he suddenly latches on and sucks, causing me to break his hold on my eyes and throw my head back as I moan as loud as I ever have in my entire life.

  It feels so good, there is no way to control the sounds coming from my mouth, and honestly I’m not sure I would if I could.

  I feel him reaching his hand down my back, finding my dripping wet pussy waiting for him. I can feel myself melting in his arms. Thankfully, he can hold me up, because my legs seem to be rapidly losing their ability.

  I am almost at the point when I will start begging him for more when he suddenly stops and barks out, “Turn around and put your hands against the wall.” I hesitate a moment, trying to get my thoughts in order enough to make sense of what he is saying, when he turns me around himself, declaring, “I told you to do something, Little Bit. I expect you to do what you are told.”

  Now facing the wall, I breathlessly wait to see what his next move will be.

  He drops to his knees behind me and reaches to pull my legs even further apart. I feel his breath just against my ass for only a moment before his hot tongue takes one long swipe across me, from my ass to my dripping wet pussy. I suck in a startled breath as he stops just short of where I need him, hard against my clit. Holding my breath, I chant in my head more, more, more. Please god more. I hear a chuckle against my skin and realize that I have said it aloud, instead of in my head as I thought I had done.

  “Don’t worry, Little Bit, you will get more. When I am good and ready to give it to you.”

  My mind is barely registering what he is saying at that point, and my body is on fire. I feel like a tight ball of need. My nipples are so rigid; they are almost painful. I need to feel his tongue against that little nub deep in my pussy. Just when I think I can’t take another moment, his tongue suddenly goes inside me. I moan loudly and push my ass back against him, hoping to get him deeper within my aching body. He spreads me wider, holds me open, and dives his tongue even further inside me.

  There is no way I am going to survive this; I think to myself. No possible way anything could feel better than this.

  He suddenly pulls out of my tight hole and takes long licks up to my clit. My knees almost buckle from how incredible it feels, and his hands hold me tighter so I don’t fall. All of my weight is now pressed against the wall, and I am holding on for dear life as I feel him move his tongue in rhythmic circles over and over and over again, driving me insane. Just as I am about to cum, he stops completely.

  “You will not cum until I tell you that you can, Little Bit. Nod your head and tell me that you understand me,” he orders and I nod my head because it’s all I can do; I can’t possibly form any words in this moment and he knows it.

  I look down behind me at him, unable to hide the hunger and need in my eyes as I beg him “Please, please let me cum.”

  “My dirty, Little Bit wants to cum does she?”

  “Yes, please,” I beg. “I need to cum.”

  “I think you can ask more nicely than that,” he replies.

  “Please, Sir, may I please cum,” I respond, desperate to feel his tongue against my clit, releasing me from this delicious torture.

  “I am going to lick you and suck you until you can’t stand anymore. Then, and only then, when I say so, may you cum, Little Bit,” he says.

  Bending me even further against the wall, he pushes his head up against my clit and begins licking me furiously. Plunging a finger deep inside of me, he seems to be on a mission to make me lose my mind. The feel of his hot breath and tongue against my clit, with his finger plunging in and out of me was enough to make me lose what little reason I had left.

  “Cum...now, Little Bit,” he demands, as I lose my balance against the wall and cum screaming around his mouth.

  “Oh God, I’m cumming!” I cry. My legs are now like jelly; there is no way I can possibly hold myself up. Before I can collapse completely, he pulls me up and lifts me easily, swinging over toward the bench. Setting me down gently on it, he gives me a few moments to get my thoughts together and come back down, not to mention make my body work again.

  I look up at him and take in his magnificence. He is huge, built of solid muscle, with those ice blue eyes looking back at me with absolute hunger. I can barely breathe.

  “Get on your knees, Little Bit,” he orders and I drop to my knees in front of him. Looking up at him as my tongue sneaks out between my lips to taste the end of his cock, dripping with pre-cum.

  “Mmmmmmmmmm,” I murmur to myself. I feel his hands slide into my hair and grip the sides of my head. Pulling my head back firmly and looking up into his eyes, I slide his cock into my mouth, as far as it will go, and almost choke on his bulk.

  “Oh god, Little Bit, your mouth feels incredible. I know you can take it harder and deeper,” he says as he grabs the back of my head and slides his hard cock deep down my throat. Looking up in his eyes, I see the yearning. Hearing him moan with pleasure, he starts sliding in and out of my hot, wet mouth. “Oh god, that feels so good!”

  I wiggle on my knees, loving the feel of his long, hard cock slipping in and out, harder and harder, faster and faster. It pushes me to the point where I feel like I am going to cum just from feeling him fuck my mouth. Looking up at him, I squeeze my legs together as I feel the wetness of my pussy starting to drip down my knees. I feel him tense up and watch as he tries to hold back.

  “No,” he insists. “I am NOT cumming in your mouth, Little Bit. This is all for your dripping, wet pussy.”

  Seizing my arms, he lifts me up off my
knees and picks me up. Pushing me up against the wall again, he leans in and takes my mouth in an almost brutal kiss. I feel my back hit the wall just as his lips land on mine. There are no soft, sweet kisses; this is a command. I will give myself over to him, and he will take what he wants. Feeling his tongue along my lips, I open my mouth and let him in. Dueling tongues fight for dominance as I feel the tip of his hard cock against my tight heat. I feel him slide his erect dick up and down my entrance, getting me wetter and wetter.

  He slips easily inside me, and I let out a long moan. I feel my pussy stretching to fit his massive size and think to myself, I have never felt so full in my life.

  As he starts to slide out, I let out an involuntary whimper as he murmurs, “Don’t worry, Little Bit; I’m not stopping now.”

  I take a deep breath to answer him, but let out a scream as he slams back inside of me. He shoves every single inch of his huge cock deep inside of my pussy. All I can do is hang on tightly to his neck as he pushes me harder and harder against the wall. He slides out and slams back in over and over again until we are both breathless with need.

  “Harder, oh god, please harder!” I scream.

  I feel him pick me up and turn me around, bending me over the bench in the shower. Snatching my hair, he pulls it back so hard it turns my face back up and I’m looking in his eyes.

  “Harder?” he asks. “Does my Little Bit want it harder?”

  “God, yes, please deeper and harder,” I moan. As I feel him slide out of me, I brace myself, ready for him. He pulls just a little more and poises his cock right at my tight hole.

  “Remember, you asked for this, Little Bit.” He braces himself, lets go and crashes as hard as he can into my body. I release a cry of ultimate pleasure as I feel him deeper inside me than I ever thought possible. He pulls back and blasts right back into me, harder and harder each time. I can feel his cock deep within me as his balls slap my pussy.