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You don’t remember falling asleep.
You had situated yourself on your lounge couch while waiting for Caleb to finish up with his errands late at night. As soon as your head hit the cushion, you had been lulled into the soft grasp of sleep. Which is why you weren’t aware of how your phone buzzes uncontrollably, texts from Caleb alerting you of his arrival.
Caleb: finally finished up here
Caleb: i’m On my way! pipsqueak
Caleb: i also brought gifts for you :D and no, this totally isn’t a bribery
Short time passes when he lets himself in, already knowing your buzzer code forwards and backwards. He opens his mouth to greet you until he stops dead in his tracks, witnessing how you’re curled up on the couch. Gently, he sets his luggage down and carefully makes his way towards you. Careful fingers brush away at your bangs, swiping them away from your face so he could get a glimpse of how peaceful you look. Your mouth is slightly parted open as you let out soft snores, arms tightly wrapped around the plushie of an apple he had won for you during one of your dates at the arcade. The memory of it makes his heart fond, a smile tugging at his lips when his hand grazes your cheek. Your eyebrows scrunch at the contact, but then soften out as you nuzzle into his touch. Even when you’re sleeping, you can just tell that he’s home — he’s right where he belongs.
It’s with that thought that Caleb realizes he’s hard, bulge insistently pushing against its confines and begging to be released. At first, he’s hesitant — you’ve previously expressed how you didn’t mind if he had his way with you while you were unconscious, the idea ignited a fire inside you both. He’d never really bothered to think about it after that, but he just knew it drove you just as mad. Keeping you waiting to see if he’d finally rise up and take the bait, only to be left empty and aching when you woke up; maybe enough is enough, he’s had a stressful day, so what’s the harm?
With that, Caleb starts unfastening his pants.
❦.
It’s not often you dream, but this time it’s filled with nothing but heat. You’re slow and groggy to rouse, your sleep-addled mind manages to catch up when you realize with a start that you’re splayed out on your belly.
“Caleb…?” You whimper dazedly when his tip knocks against your cervix.
Your body jostles back and forth as your cunt squelches with each plunge of his fat dick, pussy walls squeezing him tight every time he pulls away just to thrust back inside. You can’t do anything but lay there, head grinding against the armrest of the couch as he uses you like a cocksleeve.
“Rise and shine, pipsqueak,” Caleb greets as if he isn’t rearranging your guts. “I couldn’t wait ‘til you were awake, I hope you don’t mind,” his hands feel hot and heavy on your hips, gripping hard enough to bruise.
“Caleb,” you squeal out.
“Saying my name won’t make me stop,” he whispers in your ear before nipping at your earlobe, “my name isn’t a safe word.”
“Nghh, slow down…! ‘S too deep…!”
“It’s too deep?” He croons, shifting so he could rail you deeper and it sends your eyes rolling back. “But you love when I’m deep in these guts, baby. Don’t think I could ever stop with how much you got me pussy whipped.”
He’s uncaring for your attempt of pushing him away when you reach for him. He snatches your arm to pin it against your lower back, using it as leverage to force you to meet his harsh thrusts in their punishing rhythm, the wet sounds of skin slapping together growing more prominent. The way his balls smack against your clit has you wailing, webs of drool leaking out the corner of your lips.
“You can take it,” Caleb smiles meanly, “just stay still and be a good fleshlight for me to use.”
You pant with an open mouth, eyes fluttering when you lose yourself in pleasure. You can’t even bring yourself to care, you wanted this. Unconsciously, you find your hips bucking back to meet his, trying to get him to nail you deep — just the way you like it. You’re almost at the cusp of an orgasm, one small push and you’d be toppling over the edge. Slick gushes out of your core, the wet glide making it easy for Caleb to slide in and out of you as a ring of white begins forming at the base of his cock.
“Mm, look at you creaming my dick,” he marvels, a hand spreading one of your cheeks open for him to get a better view. “This cunt missed me, pipsqueak?”
“Yesss,” you whine, “fuck, ‘m so wet.”
“Yeah,” Caleb grunts as he rewards your ass with a spank, “pussy’s just made for me. Made to get stuffed by this fat cock.”
You slur out an agreement, mind turned to mush with how good he’s drilling into you.
The sight of you like this never fails to spur him on: a slut who’s drunk on the feeling of being filled to the brim with cock and getting fucked within every inch of her life like it depended on it. It’s that thought that has him letting go of your pinned arm to reach around you and hold you by your neck, arching your back so beautifully for him as he bullies his cock in and out of your cunt. At this angle, he’s even deeper than before and it has you scrambling for purchase, fingers digging into the cushions of your defiled couch for any sense to ground yourself. It’s sudden when your orgasm slams into you, surprising you both as you squirt all over his cock with a scream.
“Fuck me,” Caleb’s pupils are dark when his hips slow to a stop, “think you got another in you, pipsqueak?”
“Nnooo…”
“Aww, I wasn’t asking, honey,” he sweetly says before he’s humping your pussy again.
Your body bows off of the couch, trying to voice out your denial, however, his fingers are shoving their way into your mouth. You can only slobber around them with a whine, eyes once again rolling to the back of your head as heat clouds over in your mind. It doesn’t take much to get you to comply, your lips closing around the intrusion dazedly and hollowing your cheeks to suck on them.
Caleb groans, “Fuckin’ hell,” thrusting his fingers in time with his hips, “how many creampies do you think you could take before the night ends?”
“I dunnooo,” your tongue lolls out as you sloppily lick at his long fingers, “just need to be full, Caleb.”
He snarls down at you, “Yeah, I’ll stuff your cunt with this load until you’re dripping with it. ‘S all for you, pipsqueak.”
“Yes, yes, wan’ your cum inside, pretty please?”
“Goddamn,” Caleb growls as he yanks his fingers out of your mouth, “good fucking girl. Milk me dry, sweetheart, and I’ll breed you nice and deep.”
Your jaw hangs open as he brings you to yet another orgasm, hitting you like a freight train.
“Caleb,” you wail out when he dedicates his attention to your neglected tits, roughly groping and pinching at them as he drives into you over and over chasing his own pleasure. “N-No more, pleaseee, I can’t—“
“One more, honey,” he rasps deep in his throat, “just one more, I promise.”
You thrash underneath him, legs kicking out when he doesn’t stop. The needy desire to please has you in its persistent grasp, your pussy walls spasm around his length trying their best to drain him for all he’s worth.
“O-Okay,” you whimper in agreement, “last one.”
‘Last one’ turns out to be three more. And after that, you have lost count of how many times you both came; you’ve been filled to the brim, however, he’s not quite ready to allow you to be empty anytime soon — and quite frankly, you aren’t either. Hours pass and you’ve both practically defiled every surface of your apartment; the early rays of the sun peek through the balcony, the same one you’re currently getting railed over. It has you forcing your eyes open, mouth parted as moans pour out when he trails hickeys over your sternum. Your pussy grips on his fat cock, cum gushing out of you yet also getting pushed deep inside again with each thrust.
“Fuck, baby,” Caleb grunts whenever he bottoms out, “you’re so sticky inside. Can’t ever get enough of this sloppy wet cunt.”
“Don’t want you to stop, Caleb,” you slur out in between hiccups, “feels so good.”
“What a slut, you’re just gagging for it.”
“Can’t help it, love how your cock feels in my tight pussy.”
“Damn right,” he hisses as your nails score down his flexed forearms, “God, ‘m so lucky to have you as my personal cumdump. My very own pocket pussy.”
Pleasure washes over your body as your legs tremble with your climax, head thrown back as you let out a long mewl. You can only hang on for the ride as he jackhammers into you, hips snapping into you hard when he finally shoots his cum deep in your sloppy cunt. Caleb sighs when he pulls out, you whine up at him as thick globs of cum slide out of you. He gives you a pat on the thigh before gathering your frail form into his arms, carrying you bridal style as he takes you back to your bed.
“Gonna make that birth control work extra hard today,” Caleb wiggles his eyebrows once you’re both splayed out on your mattress, blanket carelessly thrown across your forms as you rest your head on his chest. You smack him on the arm, too tired to even give him a reply.
He chuckles and his body rumbles along with it, it’s the last sound you find yourself being lulled to sleep with.