Sometimes I get so horny while I'm asleep that I wake myself up in the middle of the night in desperate need. When my boyfriend and I first started sleeping together it happened all the time. He lost so much sleep because my body was just screaming with desire for him, but he never seemed to mind.

It's been happening again lately, twice in the last couple weeks, and it happened again yesterday morning. The warmth of the covers and the nearness of his body didn't match the heat radiating from deep within me. The quiet, pre-dawn darkness only focused my attention on that heat and my desire. Still barely awake, my hand drifted between my legs finding that I was already wet, and yet, more than anything, it was my mouth that needed satisfying.

My needy, slutty mouth is all his fault. I wasn't like this before him but I'm something of a people pleaser as it is, and falling so crazy in love with a man who dearly loves having his cock sucked, well, I dedicated myself to being better than he'd ever imagined and, to be honest, I succeeded. Beyond giving him the blowjobs of his dreams, I found my own satisfaction in it too and sometimes the only thing I want is to get that man's cock in my mouth.

I moved over, closer to him, feeling my slick wetness on my fingers as I reached for him, finding that big, thick cock so hard, like a magic trick, that gorgeous hard cock hiding there under the covers. I wrapped my hand around him lightly, the softest of touches up and down his shaft.

"Baby, I need you," I whispered, my lips brushing his ear. "I need your cock, baby. I need you so much." I thought about just rolling him over, moving on top of him, and waking him up with my pussy, easing myself down onto his cock, but I needed the feelings that only come with him filling my mouth.

Subtlety wasn't working so I gave in and began jerking him off, firmly, determined to get what I wanted. He groaned, starting to wake up. I kept going.

"Baby, wake up. I need you."

"Ky..." The cute boy, barely awake.

"I need to suck your cock," I said, an eager whisper with a big kiss on his cheek.

"What time is it?"
"I don't know," I said.

"Let's wait until morning," he said.
"I can't. I need to suck your cock."

"I know," he said, "but let's wait." My bratty side perked up, wondering what would happen if I refused to give in, if I could get him to do nasty things to me, to be so very rough with me in the middle of the night, to teach his bad little girl a lesson about not being able to control myself.

Those thoughts all went away when he placed his finger on my bottom lip. I took it into my mouth, sucking eagerly, showing him how much I needed his cock.

"I love you, Ky," he said. I smiled, playfully bit his finger, and kept sucking. "Will you be my good girl and wait until morning?"

I whimpered, needing his cock but needing to be good for him too. Knowing I'd get his praise for being good and that I'd get his cock in the morning made my decision easy. "Yes, baby. I'll be your best girl." I gave his finger a little lick as it slipped from my mouth.

"Snuggle close and in the morning you can have everything you want." He just gets me.

As I snuggled under the covers, he kissed my forehead. I smiled as I snuggled in against his chest, breathing him in, and I said, "I'm such a good girl." When we snuggle we fit together like puzzle pieces, made for each other. He snuggled me so very close and I was so little and warm and safe and loved and happy, and before I knew it I was asleep again.

I faded back out of sleep, still wrapped up in him. He stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. His cock was hard against my tummy. All the feelings flooded in, everything he means to me, so before I started crying I kissed his chest, he said, "Good morning, boo," and then everything else happened. Like a dream or a film montage, like floating in a pool or that perfect buzz, when everything just happens.

He asked me if I still needed his cock and my voice came out soft and little when I said, "Yes, daddy." Sometimes he's daddy, it's just a term of endearment, it doesn't mean anything else, but sometimes it's the only one that fits.

He rolled me over, propped my head up, straddled me, pinning me to the bed, and all at once I went from being his snuggle doll to existing as a mouth for his cock. When he slipped his cock between my lips and slowly started fucking my mouth, I wondered if I might drift off to sleep again. It was so soothing, the warmth of his body, the weight of him pinning me to the bed, his cock filling my mouth, the gentle, steady rhythm between my lips and on my tongue. With each small thrust I sucked and licked at him, both of us in harmony, shared pleasure washing back and forth between us.

When he took his cock away from me, slipping it from between my lips, leaving my body so desperately empty of him, I whimpered, and said, "Please, daddy." He gave it right back to me, deeper than before, fucking my wet mouth, a little faster and harder, taking me, using me, Kylie, not Kylie, pleasure doll, woman.

As deep as my throat is, in that position he was too big, and he choked me on his cock. I coughed, gasping, spit running down my chin. He did it on purpose, I knew he did, and I needed him, I needed to show him, to be his best girl who can take it all.

"Please," I whispered. His hands around my neck, not choking just lifting, raised me up and I found his cock again with my mouth, and he slowly filled my throat until my nose was nestled in his short hair, holding me there, full, such a good good girl. He slowly fucked my throat, again and again and again, each time until his balls rested on my chin, pinned to the bed, cradled in his hands, filled with his cock.

Sometimes, especially looking back on it, our fucking can feel like porn, when everything goes right, when we're perfectly in sync, but the real moments are some of the best. He slipped his cock from my lips again, and I looked up at him. I could see that he was unsure about what to do. What we were doing was too soft and gentle to get him off but I needed to taste his cum.

Luckily, sometimes, I'm perfect.

"Jerk off in my mouth, daddy," I said, hearing again how soft and little my voice was. "Please feed me your cum." I smiled up at him as I rested back on the pillow. He smoothed my hair from my face. "Please, daddy."

His hand caressed my cheek and he said sweet words to me that are only for us. I opened my wet little mouth for him and he gave me the tip of his cock. He began to stroke himself and I sucked hungrily on him, swirling my tongue around him. We held each other's gaze as he got closer and closer. With each of his heavy breaths I moaned around his cock.

Sometimes I wonder if I know he's going to cum before he does, the look on his face, his breathing, the tension is body, they all shift just before he cums. His legs squeezed tighter around me and he leaned in, giving me a little more of his cock.

And then he was cumming. It isn't like a glass water when I'm parched, or the first bite of a meal I've been anticipating, an especially thoughtful gift, or kind, loving words. The flood of his cum on my tongue is like all of those things at once. Ryan cumming in my mouth is one of the most deeply satisfying experiences that I know of. I kept sucking, getting every drop of cum from that beautiful man. He stopped stroking and my sucking got softer. He caressed my cheek again, ran his fingers through my hair, and said more nice things that will stay between us, because he's a good man and he's great at getting his cock sucked.

When his cock slipped from my lips, I let out a little gasp, gave it one more little kiss of thanks, and swallowed gratefully.

What happened next is my favorite part. Well, after snuggles. Snuggles are always my favorite. You may think that my favorite thing is having his cock in my throat, or the feel of his cum on my tongue, and if you had heard my short, panting breaths while I wrote about him jerking off in my mouth you wouldn't be wrong about how much I loved that.

{But seriously, Kylie, literal out loud panting breaths while you wrote about it? What a fucking whore. But I know how hot my writing is, plus I'm getting to relive it all, and I know that people are going to like it and get turned on by it. I'm going to wrap this up in a few minutes and when I do I'm going to cum so damn hard.}

My favorite part was when he reached for a tissue from the nightstand and gently wiped my spit off my chin and my chest, so sweet, and soft, and caring. Because sex isn't just fucking and orgasms, it's those small moments. I don't need to tease out why it mattered so much. if you've had a moment like that, or someday when you do, then you'll know, you'll know.

He laid down next to me, held me close again, and we just laid there, no need to say much of anything, just together, just Ryan and Kylie.