Dreaming

The picture isn’t of a man in bed, but it brought this scene from PRIMAL MALE to mind, so I thought I’d share.
Enjoy the excerpt.
Drake woke up with a killer hard-on. Not the normal, half-hard lazy kind either. Before he even opened his eyes he was aware of the hot blood filling his dick and making it throb to the beat of his heart. Without thought he palmed his shaft and began to stroke. There was no soft touch, no gentle tease. His grip was firm and his strokes sure as he pumped his fist up and down. Everything was centered on his groin and pre-come oozed from the slit at the tip. His thumb skimmed over the top and he gasped at the sensation that ripped through him.
The image of Melissa filled his mind. She was on her knees in front of him, her lips wrapped around his cock, her nails digging into his naked thighs as she worked him over. She’d be good at it, he knew it. Her wide eyes looking up at him as she cupped his balls, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips shiny and slick as they moved up and down his shaft. It was too much for him, the sight of her, the feel of her, the sensations as fire rushed through him and pooled in his cock. He was going to explode.
His fist tightened and he focused on the ridge under the head. He was whole-handing it now, fingers curled, palm cupping and caressing the sensitive head with each stroke, tighter, faster. His chest heaved as he fought for breath and in his mind he saw his hands sink into a cloud of caramel hair as he took charge. He cupped Melissa’s head and held her still as he began to fuck her willing mouth. His cock throbbed, his back arched, and his hips lifted off the bed as a groan tore from his throat and pleasure ripped through him, spewing from his body in a hot stream that hit his chest and belly.
Seconds later his brain came back online and his eyes popped open. Holy Christ! He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt pleasure like that, with or without a woman.
Shit, when he jerked off it was more because his body demanded it, needed it. It was a release, not an enjoyment thing. Not this time though. Stunned, he realized that the pleasure, the emotion, that he’d just felt, had been all him. And it was because of the woman in his fantasy.
Groaning to himself, he pushed the woman and the fantasy from his mind and climbed from the sheets that had tangled around his thighs. Time to start the day.