I love it. I go to bed a few hours before him, spending a few moments playing with my needy clit before drifting off to sleep.

He comes in when he's ready, cock hard. 'Time to play.' he whispers in my ear. I barely register what he says as my mind pulls from its sleepy haze. I smile. My favorite part of the day.

I'm already nude. Fuck clothes, sleeping naked is so much better. I grab his cock. It's perfect. Every time I see it, or touch it in the dark, that is my first thought. It's perfect. I start sucking on it, swirling my tounge around the tight head. He lays back, letting me worship it, which I do wholeheartedly.

My cunt starts to ache. I haven't cum in two weeks. Good girls don't cum. I rub my little clit as I fill my mouth with his godlike dick.

I pull away briefly, 'Please, sir, cum all over me. If you don't cum inside me, please cum all over me.' I begged. I could barely make out a smile in the darkness. I'll take whatever he gives me. I grab his cock and start stroking him with my hand, my mouth venturing toward his exposed nipples.

'Ride my cock.' he suddenly commands. My eyes widen, 'Ride your cock?' I repeat, unsure I heard him, as I had been almost certain it would only be my mouth and hands that got the pleasure of fucking. 'Yes.' he assured me firmly. 'Yes, sir.' I obeyed. I will always obey.

He laid back, relaxed, with his dick ready. I climbed up, probing my entrance with it. Teasing myself. Then planted myself firmly down with a gasp. It slid in so easily. I looked him in the eyes as the pleasure of the first few strokes coursed through me. 'Thank you sir.' I moaned over and over.

I knew this would be difficult. Not the fucking, of course, but the not cumming. The edge was so easy to get to now. Almost annoyingly so. I whimpered. Every fourth thrust I had to pause or else I'd cum. It was wonderful and maddening all at once.

'Don't cum.' he commanded as he took control. 'Focus on not cumming. Sit straight up.' he grabbed my hips hard, grinding them into him. The feeling of his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips helped pull me away from the edge. He knew exactly how to handle me.

If I couldn't get my release, I would beg for his. 'Fill me. Please. Cum deep inside me. Fill your little slut.' I relished it as his cock began to pulse. I envisioned his cum filling me up. I trembled, aching to cum as well. But good girls don't cum. And I'm a good girl.