It’s an addiction at this point. I couldn’t stay away from her, and whenever she brushed against me, her fingers sliding overmy skin, I would harden. As a faint light of dawn peeked around the curtains, I whispered in her ear that if she was up before me, she could wake me however she wanted.
I’d been hoping for the ride I’d told her was hers. But this?
I thread my fingers through her hair, keeping the chestnut brown strands out of her face so I don’t miss a thing. “And you woke up hungry, darlin’?” I tease.
Her eyes sparkle, playful and sweet. “Ravenous, but only for one thing.” Her gaze dips, and my belly tightens as she licks her lips.
“Then who am I to get in the way of a starving woman?” I ask, my voice husky.
I tuck one arm under my head, pillowing it so I don’t miss a thing.
She wasn’t lying about waking up hungry. Every eager lick and suck bears testament to being greedy for my cock. As fantasies go, I can only think of one that beats this: her wanting my bite on her throat.
“Think you can take me deeper?” I groan, already wondering how much more of her mouth I can take.
She pulls up, takes a breath, and lowers her head again until my dick slides down her throat, which tightens around me.
My hips punch up, and I clench my fingers in her hair. “Fuck.”
We get into a rhythm. I match my thrusts with her motions, giving her time to breathe before she swallows me again, moaning around my cock. I’m literally fucking her throat, and the tightness is making my balls hard. Five thrusts and I’m fighting not to come.
I pull her head away, gasping for breath.
She looks up at me, concerned. “Murph?”
“I’ll knot you, sweetheart.” She could choke, and I can’t do that to her. Instead, I urge her closer. “Come here.”
She crawls up my body to straddle me, a soft smile playing on her lips. “You woke up demanding.”
“That’s what happens when you wake up in a fantasy.” I pull her mouth to mine, needing a taste. “Makes a man hungry for everything he can get.”
I start to roll her onto her back, but she breaks the kiss and pulls away. “Not yet.”
My fingers caress her satiny thighs. I arch a brow, confused, until she reaches behind her and wraps her hand around the base of my cock. I swallow hard. “Sweetheart?”
“You said I could ride whatever I want,” she says, eyes on me as the tip of my cock slides into the wet, snug entrance of her pussy.
I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to. My hands grasp her hips, wanting to drag her down on me, but this is her ride to control. Her pace to set. I give it to her. Stomach muscles contracting with the effort to stay still, I groan, and she whimpers as she pulls me deeper inside her.
It’s a slick, easy glide. With how much we fucked last night and this morning, often dozing with my cock lodged inside her, she’s still full of my cum. So wet and so damn hot, my fingers shake as I fight to keep from taking over.
With three inches nestled inside her, she rests both palms on my chest, tipping her head back as she rolls her hips. My nips and bites pepper her skin, and I lift my hands, caressing her gorgeous tits.
She’s shaking, her breath hitching, and she has another three inches until I’m balls-deep.
“Just a little more, sweetheart,” I croon, cradling the back of her neck and matching my slow thrusts to hers. “You can take me.”
She pushes downward more forcefully than before. A soft sigh escapes her plush lips. She whimpers and wriggles.
“That’s it.” I slide deeper and we both groan.
She’s wrapped around me, snug and wet and so fucking perfect, it’s taking everything in me not to roll her onto her back and fuck her so hard she has to bite my shoulder to silence her scream.
“Murph?” She stops moving and opens her eyes.
“Baby?”
“I want you to bite me.”
