Alarm Clock
“Someone woke up horny,” I whisper onto your morning wood as I lick the length of you from balls to tip. Moaning as I take you down my throat in one swift motion. I love waking you up like this.
So helpless.
So desperate.
So needy.
So mine.
The shocked look on your face when you realize what’s happening, followed by the immediate surrender as you watch me worship your cock. Your arms sprawled outwards instinctively, muscle memory from all the other times I’ve tied you up.
I suck you off until I taste your first load of the day. “Wait. What time is it?” Seems you’re finally awake enough to process what’s happening. I swallow then respond, “It’s my time, baby,” as I wipe a drop of your cum from the corner of my mouth. You glance at the clock on the wall. “Why did you wake me up so early, my love? I don’t need to be awake for another 5 hours?” I giggle as I straddle you and tease your tip against my wet pussy. “Aww puppy! This isn’t about you. I’m hungry for you right now,” as I guide your sensitive tip and sink down onto you. Massaging your balls as I eat your moans.
You try to prop up onto your elbows to watch me better as I guide you right back down onto the mattress by your throat. Kissing your own cum onto your lips. Making you taste your first ruin of the day. “Please. It’s barely midnight. I just fell asleep. I haven’t gotten more than a couple hours for days now.” Your eyes closing, hands covering them in despair as I ride you nice and slow, fucking you at the exact pace that I know drives you wild. I kiss your chest, your nipples, your neck. Tucking my feet under your thighs for better traction as I run my hands along your body, letting my hips do the work. “Look at me, baby,” as I pull your left hand covering your eye and you remove the right one, in tandem with me. I finally notice how red they are. The tears starting to pool, born out of pure exhaustion. “You poor thing. Why haven’t you slept?” I ask in the sickliest, most condescending tone as I milk your cock into me, just as I have for the past nine days straight. The welled up tears release from the corners of your eyes and begin to fall. “I’m so sleep-deprived. I can’t even think anymore,” you say, barely audible, in-between jagged shaky breaths. I lick the tears, then press my salty lips onto yours. I love making you taste your own submission.
Then I slow down, take your face in my hands, and kiss you so softly, you exhale and relax your muscles for the first time in days. I wipe your last tear with my thumb, and kiss your face all over. You look up at me with those pleading puppy dog eyes, looking so cute and broken. “I never said that you needed to stay awake for any of this, baby. You’re the one that chose to stay up. I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long already.” The stunned look in your eyes, mouth agape, as you realize what I’ve done. I twisted your words to suit my needs for the nth time, and now you’re a whimpering little puddle beneath me.
I kiss you as a kindness so you don’t have worry about choking on your own words, and keep fucking you as your body gets heavy with sleep.
Part II?
