I watched him sleeping in the early light, his arm draped above his pillow and his mouth pushing small pockets of air as he dreamt. I followed the line of his cheekbone with my finger, just above actual touch, and traced his hairline and then his nose. I hovered above his mouth to feel the soft clouds of his warm breath rise and fall. I wanted to know every inch of him, every pore and every arch. He didn’t stir.

I drank in the last moments of his profile in the sunrise and drew in a deep breath of my own. He was so regal in his repose, languid in sleep but masculine. His dark hair always too tousled and in his eyes, the long length of his bones and his large hands; the way his foot tucked under his ankle. When he was days into the scruff on his chin, I wanted him the most because I could feel even more of him against me. Who was this creature that was made for my filthy thoughts just as much as my fragile needs? Certainly not from this earth.

His arm twitched and a deep sigh interrupted his steady breathing. I held my own to keep as still as possible while I turned from him and curled into my side. I closed my eyes tight and waited to feel him settle. 

Instead, his hand reached around my waist and pulled my ass against his hard cock. He nuzzled into my neck and whispered, “I know you’re awake. You’re such a strange girl watching me sleep.” His fingers were immediately in my panties and caressing my pussy. I didn’t have time to argue with him or try to save my dignity and could only moan from how quickly the pleasure washed over.

“That’s right, just take it, you dirty little whore.” And his fingers were in me as I leaned back into him and ran my fingers through his thick hair, writhing against what I knew was coming next. 

I ached for him. 

He kissed my neck, bit my neck with those vampiric canines and I was so slick from him already that I started begging him to put himself inside me. 

“Inside you where?” he teased in his slow, deep voice. He was amused by his little horny morning fucktoy.

“Inside you… here?” He pushed more fingers into me, as deep as they could go, and I gasped in anguish. Not from pain but from wanting him so badly.

“Yes,” I mustered. But he pulled his fingers from me and laughed sleepily. 

“But maybe you want me in here?” He pushed his fingers into my mouth, unrelentingly into my throat and I choked. Even through my coughs his fingers stayed, but I adjusted around him and suckled my juices off of him greedily. I nodded emphatically to answer his question. 

“You slutty girl, you want BOTH holes?” And his fingers pushed deeper into my throat as I felt the tip of his hard cock work into my desperately wet pussy. 

He thrust into me hard, with feral grunts and his knuckles deep in my mouth, past my lips. 

“I don’t actually give a fuck where you want it.” His growl was low and menacingly playful. He turned me onto my stomach and knocked my legs together with his knees as he straddled me. I gripped the sheets around me, curling them around my fingers in anticipation. 

His fingers ran through my hair, up my scalp and held my head to the pillow while I heard him spit into his other hand, and then directly onto my asshole, where he swirled the saliva around the edges and then the entrance to my hole. 

Three more pumps of his cock into my eager pussy and then he was pushing against my asshole, which was tight and hard to enter even after years of training.

I gripped the sheets harder and tensed against him. He only laughed in haughty amusement and grabbed my wrists.  

“Are you fighting me, you little brat?” He was in my ear, pinning me under his whole body as I felt his cock stretch the entrance to my tight little asshole. The weight of him pushed his tip past the first muscle and I cried out. 

The initial sting of the stretch gave way to the disorienting feeling of his dick burying deep into me, past the muscles that weren’t accustomed to being worked from this direction. The feeling was always incomparable, and the more he thrust into me, the more my body loosened to take him in. When he was deep enough to hit the backside of that one spot of my pussy, my eyes rolled back into my head and I felt the last bit of tension release. 

“I’ve got you now,” he snickered. He began pounding me hard and deep, grunting as he worked himself fully inside me, my hole loose and pliable enough now for him to fuck me the way he needed to. All I could do was moan.

I moaned without any self-consciousness. I moaned without any sense of self at all. The sensations were so overwhelming that my head spun. The back wall of my pussy absorbed every thrust, an orgasm building so deep and intensely that I couldn’t conceptualize the edge of it. Like looking at a great lake but only understanding it as an ocean. I wouldn’t have been able to say my name if someone had asked me.

“Cum for me, you filthy little slut. Cum for me with my dick right up your ass.” I didn’t even register his words before my body instinctively responded by releasing the dam. My pussy flooded and my asshole tensed around his dick, which was thrusting and pulsating deep inside me as he too released, his thick cum lining the walls of my insides. 

And I just took it. All of it. I took everything he wanted to pour into me- every grunt, every last thrust, every little drop of semen, I absorbed it all with my face buried in the sheets. I wanted every last piece of him that he wanted inside of me. When he collapsed on top of me, his dick still twitching in my ass, I breathlessly thanked him.

He laughed again, exhausted, as he buried his lips and kisses in my sweaty neck and ear. 

I felt him pull out of me and he moved his face down to my ass, spreading my cheeks with the palms of his hands. “Show me,” he said softly but sternly. 

I diligently pushed out the juices inside of me for him and I felt his cum slide down to the crease of my inner thigh. His mouth followed the wet curves around my lips and up to my asshole. He pushed his tongue deep inside of me, lapping me up like some feral animal.

When he was back beside me, cradling me on my side and wiping the corners of his mouth, I smiled a sleepy smile. He pulled me close into him, his breath now in my ear. 

“What’s my little fucktoy laughing about now,” he asked soothingly, on the precipice falling back to sleep. 

I giggled a tired little giggle and held his arms around me even closer. “You made breakfast,” I sighed with a spent smile. 

And we both drifted back into a dreamy sleep, wrapped in arms and bathed in warm morning light.