From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 297

**Chapter 171: Dream Come True**

Is there anything more blissful than waking up each morning? I can think of only one thing: waking up to my stunning fiancée, Savannah, riding me. It’s exactly what I had always dreamed of.

The moment I stirred from sleep, the first sensation that washed over me was a deep, enveloping warmth—a pulsing heat wrapping around my cock before my eyelids even had a chance to flutter open. A soft, rhythmic pressure squeezed around my shaft, pulling me from the depths of slumber with a low groan that escaped my lips.

As my lashes lifted, heavy with the remnants of sleep, I was greeted by the intoxicating sight of Savannah straddling me, her body moving in slow, deliberate rolls. Her hips circled with a practiced grace, her pussy clenching around me with every downward grind, her inner walls slick and swollen with desire.

The dim morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting a golden hue over her skin, transforming her into a vision of pure goddess-like beauty as she rode me. Her breath came in soft gasps, her lips slightly parted, allowing those quiet, needy sounds to escape, each one igniting a fire within me.

“Good morning,” I said, a lazy grin spreading across my face as I rested my hands behind my head, reveling in the view of her taking charge. “Fuck, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

A playful smile danced on her lips as she leaned down to kiss me. “Good morning.”

“What a delightful surprise,” I replied, my grin widening. “You’re on top, baby.” I stated the obvious, but the sight was anything but ordinary.

I could feel how wet she was, the evidence of her arousal coating my cock, thick and slippery. Every drag of her pussy against my length sent jolts of pleasure straight to my core, igniting a primal response within me.

“You like it,” she responded breathlessly, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

“Fuck yeah,” I breathed, my instincts taking over as my hands found her hips, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, guiding her movements just enough to deepen the angle. Her breasts bounced with each roll of her body, full and heavy, the hardened nipples begging for attention.

I reached up, my hands palming one breast, then the other, my thumbs circling the stiff peaks until she whimpered, arching her back slightly, pushing her chest into my eager touch.

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