There’s a sweet ache in my body when I wake up.
It’s odd.
Like waking up after a long wet dream that left you horny and unfulfilled. Like I had just spent the whole night dreaming of being edged and never allowed to cum.
I move trying to push away the sleepness but there is something holding on to my legs. Or rather something around them. I take a few seconds to realize it’s my shorts. They are around my knees making it hard for me to move my legs.
*My shorts are around my knees?*
That thought is enough to wake me up.
*Trevor*.
He came over.
This has to be Trevor. It has to be.
He said he would come, but he took so long I thought he gave up and fell asleep, but… but it was…
He was so mad yesterday.
I made him so mad.
I spent the whole day teasing him and making him jealous. I called him soft and told him his spankings were too bland for me.
That would be enough to offend any man but Trevor is a little above the fold, isn’t he?
He’s the kind who enjoys control even more than orgasms. He likes me on his fingers as long as I’m under his thumb. I always make him work for it, of course , and work he does.
Generally speaking, I’m a difficult woman. Yet somehow… he still made me go from blind hate to calling him daddy after three fucks. If there was some kind of Hard Cock Award for Hanging in There, I’d nominate him.
He has a heavy hand and an unforgiving bite and yet I opened my mouth and said I’d rather give my ass to someone else cause he was too soft.
*I called him soft.*
Did you ever make a man so fucking irate that he looked like he could bite his own teeth?
I called him soft and Trevor looked like he could set fire to the whole house just to show me he doesn’t burn.
And I fucking love it.
I love it when he goes mad like this.
Shaking his lips like he’s about to show me teeth and growl. A wild dog, hungry and undomesticated, fighting for a piece of bone. I insulted him by saying he wasn’t nearly enough to fill my pussy’s needs and I bet he could snap me with his teeth then and there.
Put his hands on me and spank me so hard I’d never walk right again.
Fuck. He said something about putting me over his knee… what the hell was it?
I can’t remember. But he said it.
I feel heat. Right now, laying in bed with my shorts around my knees, thinking about being bent over his.
He fucked me.
He came in here pissed as all fuck, and he fucked me. Just like I asked.
Just like I begged.
He put his pants down. Pulled out that massive cock of his and fucked me just enough to get back at me.
He said he was gonna fuck my ass though, before I gave it to someone else. But… My ass seems fine.
I guess after all his sing and dance, he didn’t go for it.
My pussy is another story.
I reach out between my thigh. My clit is so fucking touchy and this texture… it feels like dried lube and cum.
Maybe because that’s exactly what this is.
Some lube he soaked his cock in. Some cum he soaked my pussy in after he came, quietly humping my sleeping self in the dark, with my shorts just barely out of the way.
I didn’t even fucking wake up.
I am so fucking turned on I could flick my clit once and cum so hard I’d scream.
My finger brushes on my clit and the pleasure is so intense I close my eyes.
He fucked me.
I was sleeping. He came in, took off my shorts, fucked me like I was a plastic tube and left his load on my pubes to dry.
He used me.
That’s why I woke up feeling like this.
The long wet dream that left me horny and unfulfilled. The whole night dreaming of being edged without ever being allowed to cum.
That is exactly what happened.
He took me right there but I never climaxed. Like he was the owner of my orgasms again, counting me down to 1 when I could finally scream, only this time 1 never came.
I spent the whole fucking night dancing around 3 or 2. Touchy and ready and willing… and denied.
I drink a full glass of water in almost one single gulp. There’s fire inside me. The water does nothing. Not one single fucking thing.
I fill the glass up again.
My shorts are still around my knees and I don’t wanna pull them up cause that would mean the experience is over.
I drink the full glass again.
Fire.
Raging fire inside my pussy.
And only one way I know of putting it out.
I push my shorts up and run out of my room without a second thought. The door to his room is open and I can hear the shower being turned off. I open the bathroom door (cause yeah the thing doesn’t always lock right) to find Trevor with a towel (mine) around his waist and using another towel (his) to dry his hair.
He is usually hot, but like this? All dripping wet, shirtless with all the tattoos, muscles and hair over his chest? Fuck.
I’d call him daddy now, if he asked.
After being covered in his dry cum, having been used all night for his pleasure and seeing him like this? Fuck, I’d let daddy slap my tits and shove his cock so deep down my throat I’d choke.
“What the… Tess, I’m in the shower!” He widens his eyes, not believing, even after everything else, that I would be this daring.
“You fucked me” I whisper “I woke up with my shorts down and there is cum in my pussy. You fucked me”
He looks in panic. He clearly misunderstood my motivation to be here.
“Wow, wow! Slow down. We talked about this a lot, you asked so may times and didn’t safe word! I just…”
I can’t hear him, to be honest.
I know he is panicking and I feel bad for him, yada yada… but fuck me sideways cause I don’t hear a word out of his mouth.
His towel upsets me.
I grab his dick only once! And it was so quick.
Trevor is worried about something and trying to apologize, but I just want him to shut up.
I want his dick in my hands.
Fuck, I want it in my mouth.
I walk up to him and rip the towel around his waist which seems to be enough to get him quiet.
His cock looks glorious.
It’s huge even while flacid.
Fat and thick, you know? With the head fully hiding under the skin. That thing dangles between his legs surrounded by his manly pubes, that he trims just enough to keep a girl happy.
I get down on my knees licking my lips and Trevor goes “oh” when he finally understand what I came here looking for.
I am so hungry for him I put his entire cock in my mouth in one go. It is so sudden that he backs up against the sinks and grabs it so hard he might bring the whole thing down.
He is flacid before I put him in my mouth. He is hard when I take him out. The head of his dick peeking out, red and leaking his pre-cum along with my spit.
His eyes are closed and his mouth is open in this glorious silent O. He is grabbing the sink so hard I can see every vein in his forearms. His stomach is tense, drops of water still making their way through the hair in his chest down to his sic pack. So I sink my nails there, scratching through those fucking fit abs of his. Going so vicious I leave a trail of red down the path of my nails.
He holds my wrists looking pissed.
*You don’t like pain, baby?*
*What if it comes with some of this?*
I put him in my mouth and down my throat. I suck him really good. All the way in. All the way out. And back. Until I’m almost gagging and then some.
Suddenly, Trevor doesn’t care about being scratched anymore. Funny, don’t you think?
My wrists are free and I only stop scratching him so I can grab his balls.
Did I mention I suck really good? Cause I do. I let him fuck my throat a bit more before taking him up against my cheek, because I don’t wanna use all my tricks on one go. I suck it and lick it. I can feel him hardening in my tongue. Throbbing. I lick the tip while I scratch his balls and he can’t hold in the moan anymore so I stop.
“Get back there” he commands in despair when I get back up “Get on your knees, fuck, Tess”
I think he was about to beg, but I am too horny to wait. I grab him by his erect dick like it’s a little leash on a little dog and pull it to me.
“Another time” I gasp “Now you fuck me” I undress completely.
“Yeah?” He says, violently, helping me sit up on the sink counter so I can spread my legs to him.
I guide his cock in. No foreplay, no nothing. I just wanna feel him in.
“Fuck, I never saw you like this” he plays with my tits before biting my nipple.
“Completely naked?”
“Yeah. I fucked you in the dark twice and then on all fours, right?” I try to slam my hips against his, but he holds me still. He wants this slow. He doesn’t look at my face, he just stares at my body like a man who has been denied his meal far too many times.
He moves really slow, like a dance. But shoves it in deep enough to make me moan at every strike. And “strike” really is the only way to call it.
He gets balls deep and I wiggle around him to enjoy as much friction as I can. Rubbing my clit agains his pubes like a whore.
Slow pace doesn’t last though. Soon enough he is giving it to me like I deserve it.
I can feel the sink shaking beneath me but maybe that’s just me shaking everywhere. Trevor brings me in and holds me in his arms while he fucks me.
“I didn’t wake up” I say.
“I know, you were such a good girl for me”
“What did you say?” I beg “When you were fucking me”
“I told you to be quiet and to go back to sleep cause I was almost done with you”
*That’s it.*
*Right there.*
Just like the erotica I love to read.
I want him to do that again. I wanna wake up half way through next time. I wanna ask him to stop. I want him to shut me up with his hand and do it anyway.
And I think if I ask… I think Trevor will do it.
“Hey, Tess?” Someone asks outside the door “Tess, you in there?”
He shuts my mouth and since that’s exactly the move I was fantasising about I start orgasming. Its not a fast one this time. It’s slow as fuck.
“No. It’s just me” he replies. I tighten my thighs around him as orgasm tortures my body.
“Oh ok! Sorry!” I think that’s my friend Louise. I’m not sure, I can’t think straight when Trevor dicks me like this.
“We should stop” I mumble, weakly.
“We really shouldn’t” he growls.
“Tess?” Louise is looking for me outside.
He needs to finish it quick.
“Trev? Can we do it again?”
“Sleep fuck you? Yeah, of course” He is holding me so close I am almost entirely carried by him at this point. My nipples hard as fuck tickling his chest. And he makes good use of his full control over me to slide his finger around my ass. Right at that exact place that makes me jump up “But I got another thing I want first”. His finger is right there, it goes in just the tip and I jump a little more “Yeah?” He asks.
“Yeah” I agree.
He leans against me. Forehead on forehead. Nose on nose.
“Something else we never tried before” he moans.
“What?”
He kisses me. Its sweet and urgent. Aggressive and playful. I feel his lips on mine. His tongue on mine. And just like that, I start to cum again. I tilt my head back because an orgasm is a thing that demands all your attention, but Trevor is not sharing. As soon as I pull away, he grabs me by my nape and keeps me reeled in. His mouth is still on mine, kissing me while I cum biting his lips instead of my own.
Then it’s his turn. He gets stronger and faster, fucking me for himself while I move and moan just for him. I scratch his chest feeling it still wet from the shower and he kisses me again when he is cumming, so he too can bite my lips instead of his own.
“Trev?” I finally say.
“Yeah?” He is still inside me, catching his breath. Moving, lazy, not wanting to pull out just yet.
It’s… intimate.
“I like it rough” I say.
“No way! This is very unexpected news” he smiles, making fun of me.
“I wanna try other things” I admit at last.
“Like what, baby?” He is still moving inside me, even after the orgasm that still feels so fucking good.
“I wanna get spanked” I confess “With your belt”
“Looking forward to that” his mouth waters.
“And I wanna try the choking thing you did before. And… I want to fight you and say ‘no’ while you fuck me, but I want you to still do it anyway. Could we do that?”
“We could absolutely do that” he seems like he is more excited about it than I am. Still moving inside me. He starts kissing my neck. I close my eyes.
“I might wanna try other things too. But I don’t know them. Would you show me?”
“Oh sweetheart, yes” he moans on my neck “I will show you everything”