Needy Little Girl

The blankets are tangled around our hips, pooling around his waist, barely covering the thick outline of his erection, already hard from sleep, just begging for my mouth. I can’t help the thrill of excitement that shoots through me and suddenly, there is not a single drop of tiredness left in me.

I slowly extract myself from his grip and slide down in the bed until I’m eye level with his cock. I peel back the sheet, revealing his full length, the pretty veins visible in the low light of the early morning, twitching slightly in the cool air. I’ve memorized every ridge, every throbbing pulse of him from all the times he’s used my throat like a toy and right now, I fully intend to take what I want from him.

I start slow, worshipful as I kiss along his length, nuzzling into the coarse hair at the base, inhaling his musky scent. His cock twitches against my cheek, and he lets out a soft, sleepy groan.

I lean in slowly, pressing a feather-light kiss to the tip, tasting the salt of his pre-cum on my lips. Another low groan rumbles from his chest but he doesn’t wake.

Bolder now, I swirl my tongue around his crown, lapping up the beads of arousal as my hands slide up his thighs, kneading the muscle there, dragging my fingernails lightly across his skin, feeling his body shudder slightly. His hips twitch, his cock jumping against my lips, and a possessive thrill shoots through me.

Mine. All mine.

I take him deeper, inch by inch, savoring the way he stretches my lips wide, the way my jaw aches so perfectly. His musk floods my senses, remnants of his body wash and cologne mixed with pure him. I moan around him, the vibration pulling another unconscious growl from his throat.

I swallow his entire length, breathing lightly through my nose so I don’t choke and wake him. My eyes track his features as I look up at him, still asleep. I hope he’s having the best dream.

I moan softly around his cock, savoring the weight of him, the heat, the way his breath stutters when I hollow my cheeks and suck softly. I feel his fingers twitch at his sides and I know he’ll be awake any second.

I pull my mouth off and lick a slow stripe from base to tip, swirling my tongue around the head before sinking back down, taking him deeper, my nose pressing into the trimmed trail of hair at his hips. His thighs tense, his abs flexing as he lets out a low, ragged groan.

His hand suddenly fists in my hair, not rough, but firm, guiding. His voice is sleep-roughened, laced with approval. "Fuck… that’s it. Take it like a good girl."

His hips jerk, pushing deeper, and I gag slightly but don’t pull away. "Look at you… fucking born for this. My own little cocksleeve."

I whimper, sealing my lips around him and suck harder, bobbing faster, moaning around him as my saliva drips down his shaft. My hands grip his thighs, nails digging in as I lose myself in the rhythm. I don’t just want to please him, I want to devour him. To prove how much I love the taste, the weight, the power of his cock dominating my mouth.

"Fuck," he rasps, voice thick with pleasure. "That’s it, just like that. Taking me so well."

His praise sends a shiver down my spine, spurring me on. I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder, my free hand sliding up his thigh to grip his hip. His breathing turns ragged, his grip tightening slightly, not painful, just possessive. I can feel him swelling even more, his cock throbbing against my tongue.

"Look at me," he growls, and I raise my gaze to meet his. His gaze is dark with arousal, pupils blown wide. "Fucking addicted to my cock, aren’t you? Couldn’t even wait for me to wake up, could you? Desperate little thing.”

I moan around him, the vibrations making his hips jerk. His hand cups my face gently, lovingly.

"That’s right. You love this, don’t you?" His thumb brushes my cheek, smearing the drool at the corner of my lips. "Love being my pretty little cockwarmer first thing in the morning. Love making me feel good.”

He grips my hair and urges my pace faster. I let out a soft whine before relaxing my throat and letting him take what he needs. His hips jerk harshly, his cock hitting deep against the back of my throat, making my jaw ache in the best way.

"Gonna cum down that pretty throat," he growls, his voice low. "Swallow it all, baby.”

He spills down my throat with a groan, his fingers tightening to the point of pain. I take every last drop just like the good little toy I am.

“Fuck… perfect,” he rasps, finally letting me pull back, his thumb wiping a stray drop from the corner of my mouth. I giggle softly and smile at him. “Good morning, love.”