I awoke to the smell of coffee on my nightstand, the scent of his soap and beard oil, and the lingering aroma of tequila from the bottle.

I smiled a little as I felt his arm drape around my body. He said nothing. I wriggled my hips a bit closer to his. I could feel the heat from his body, and it was warming me up.

I felt his breath on my neck. His voice whispered in my ear, “Baby… I couldn’t help but dream of you.”

I moved my hand to his hip, his bulge starting to poke through his sweats. “Mmm, and what did I do in this dream?” I myself had had some dreams that I was hoping to me a reality. I started to pull the strings, loosening his pants to stick my hand in. His cock stretched, snaking out of the restraint of his pants.

I felt his breath quickening at my touch, his hands beginning to explore my body more. But I didn’t just want a little massage; I wanted to be ravaged.

“Well, you and I were at a party. You wore the most beautiful dress, sort of like the long pink one you have in the closet. Just with more sparkle, and your boobs definitely popped out of it.” He gasped as I positioned my hips.

“Yes, baby, keep talking. I’m listening. I do love wearing that dress. I know how much it turns you on.”

“We were dancing and drinking, imagine a Great Gatsby kind of party.”

“Someone offended your honor, and in a very gentlemanly way, I fucked them up and sent them home walking like a cowboy for the rest of their life.”

I struggled not to smile too big or giggle at the story. “Baby, you can be so possessive sometimes. I wonder what someone would’ve had to do to deserve such an aggressive…” I paused for a moment. In the telling of his dream, he had swiftly moved positions from spooning to being right on top of me. His cock moved from between my legs to biting into the folds of my Iips. My legs opened to his inciting touch. I ran my palm over his strong chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath. “…I repeat, what could someone have done for such an aggressive response?”

“Why, he spilled his drink on your beautiful dress. It was your favorite, so I hit him and sent him home regretting he ever laid his eyes on you. I then snuck you to the guest room to clean that dress of yours. Of course once I had it off well then i did something like this.” With that, he pulled down my panties. He snuck our liberator throw and placed it underneath my hips. Excitement and warmth spread across my back and chest, his arms pulling me ever so close to his body.

His lips kissed my neck first, the kisses moving upwards. I could feel his nose in my hair, the corner of his lips turning up in a smile I knew was mischievous. The king bastard, my pussy still ached for his cock, and he was stealing my breath with kisses.

He let out a little laugh, remembering everything from the night before: the dares, the body shots, the lap dances…

The other hand, not currently working itself around under my shoulders lifting me and entangling me to his chest, began to caress my thighs. Fuck, this man knew I had a soft spot and loved being touched there. I shuddered.

He took that as a go-ahead. I moaned, “Fuck, you fucking bastard…” His full length inside me, I moaned again.

“What was that, baby? Did you just say fuck…?” I didn’t realize I had voiced my thoughts. Damn him. I didn’t say more, not wanting to give him any more ammo, enjoying the extra love, attention, and care he was giving me before I knew he was going to fuck me.

His tongue rolled around my breasts, kissing me from my chest to my neck. I felt his hard cock inside my pussy. He pumped into me until I felt limp in his arms, and he laid me on the bed.

“Mmmm,” I groaned into his ear. His face right next to mine. He leaned back, his eyes glued to my chest. I could feel his cock slipping in as he stared. A gasp escaped my lips. He was so thick. I felt my hands running through his hair.

I didn’t even notice the pillow being placed under my hips, his hand lifting my top leg up. His cock, fuck, his cock, more veiny, he pulled out, rubbing my engorged clit.

I couldn’t hold back the moan, the sigh of relief at his touch. He grabbed my chin and full-on kissed me. I felt his tongue caress the roof of my mouth just as that fucking cock pushed itself deep into my pussy. I gasped, and he kissed me deeper.

My last attempts at control were lost as I tried to bite his tongue and lips, keeping them there. But his thrusts grew in speed and power.

“Fuck me, Daddy, please fuck me, I’m yours.”

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

I wanted to tell him to shut the hell up. I’d tell him later; for now, I was content to be his princess.

Every time I thought I couldn’t take more, I’d find a new surprise waiting for me. Just as my legs shuddered, he pulled out. I felt his mouth on my vagina, kissing me, his lips soft. Then I felt his tongue cleaning the cum coming out. I begged him to cum to grant me the sweet relief. He smiled like a devil, perfectly content to cum. I pushed my boobs together, eyes pleading with him to cum on me.

It was a morning I won’t forget. A perfect morning.

It was the perfect start to a perfect day. The session was anything but short. He did everything I asked for. We redid highlights from the night before. He ate me until I came, both my ass and pussy. His neck and chest were covered in love bites. My ass was red from his abuse, my throat sore from his cock. His water play was warm throughout my pussy, his cum so deep it soaked me for hours after.

***this is my first attempt at any erotica. Thank you for reading.