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It was the kind of hour that walked the line between night and morning. Sleep cradled you in its warmth in the dim light of the city peaking through the curtains, wearing nothing but a loose t-shirt and panties. Your boyfriend Bob lay next to you, having drifted further to his side of the bed in your shared slumber.
Stirring slightly, you thought you could make out a small noise, a grumble of sorts, muffled by your lack of consciousness. You thought you dreamt it, returning to sleep for another second when you heard the noise again. You passed it off as Bob shifting or yawning. That was until you heard the noise again. And again. And again. The more it persisted the clearer it became, sounding less like sleepy groaning and more of a… whimper?
Without turning around you opened your tired eyes and tried your best to wake your ears more, like tuning static out of a radio. The rhythmic sounds of exertion coming from the side of the bed opposite to yours grew faster, more breathy and desperate. Then you heard it.
“Fuck, mommy.”
Oh.
Oh.
It was nearly inaudible, like he was trying not to be heard, even if he thought you were asleep. Like he was embarrassed.
As quiet and subtly as possible, you shifted your position to face him, thighs already clenching around the heat forming between them. As you turned, you barely caught a glimpse of the back of Bob’s rapidly rising and falling shoulders before he froze and went completely silent. Of course he heard you.
“Bob?” you asked quietly. He didn’t say anything for a moment. “Bob,” you said again more insistently, since you knew for a fact he was far from asleep.
“Yeah…?” he replied timidly.
“Are you jerking off?”
“No,” he said too quickly. “…Yeah.” You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you. “I’m sorry, okay? I just– I woke up… hard. A-and it wouldn’t go away, but I didn’t wanna wake you, but I was too tired to get up–” he stuttered helplessly, turning around to face you.
You cut him off with a hand on his shoulder, and you were met with a shudder. “Honey, you could’ve just woken me up, I would have gladly taken care of it, you know that.”
“Yeah, but– you just looked so… peaceful,” Bob said bashfully. “You’re so busy all day, I wanted to let you rest.”
“Always so considerate for me,” you sighed soothingly. “I’d rather be tired in the morning than miss out on having you, no matter what time it is.” He didn’t respond for a moment, though his shoulders eased just slightly. “You can keep going if you want.”
“I– um…” he stammered.
“What? You just gonna stop now? You sounded real close.” He was silent again, unsure of what to do with himself. “I said keep going, Bob.” His name on your lips always ignited something in him. And when you gave him a command like that? He could never refuse.
With a shaky breath he slowly wrapped his hand around himself again, shivering at the contact. You didn’t take your eyes off him once as he began to stroke himself, short breaths escaping him with each pass of his hand over his velvety length, nearly breaking a sweat under the weight of your gaze.
You drank up every sound that fell from his lips, letting it stoke the flames of your desire. Your hand drifted down past the hem of your shirt, letting it ride up to expose just a sliver of the skin of your stomach. Your fingers breached the waistband of your underwear that you’d already nearly soaked through. You ran two digits through your folds, gathering your slick on your fingers. Bob watched your every move as you brought your hand to your mouth and salaciously licked your juices from them.
“Jesus honey…” he said breathlessly through pleasured groans.
You giggled, a sound as smooth as silk, savoring your taste. Not letting him break eye contact, you plunged your hand back into your panties and began to circle your clit at an agonizing pace. You allowed your face to contort with pleasure, letting out a noise that made Bob’s jaw fall slack. With your free hand, you lifted your shirt and began to toy with your breasts. The sight made his movements falter as he fought for some semblance of composure.
“You like watchin’ me like this, hm? You like seeing me touch myself?” you asked wickedly, increasing your pace. Bob nodded, his own moans turning to whimpers, the way they’d been before you interrupted him. “Yeah, you like getting off to me like I’m some cheap porn mag, is that right? All because you were too nice to wake me up and have me for yourself. Now you’re not gonna cum until I say you can, okay?” He nodded again, swallowing hard as he tried to slow his movements to hold back his orgasm. “Ah-ah,” you tutted, “Keep going, baby. You gotta hold out for me.” With a grunt, he did as you said, resuming his previous speed.
You sped up as well, the pleasure from your own ministrations about to push you towards the edge. You sunk two fingers into your gaping entrance which was fluttering around nothing, thrusting them in and out of you a few times as Bob watched. He was completely entranced by your face, your movements, the sounds you were making.
With a downright sinful grin, you took your hand out of your panties, slick-soaked fingers glinting in the moonlight that was slowly turning into dawn. You brought them to Bob’s mouth and without hesitation he welcomed them, all but sobbing and swirling his tongue around your juices in a way that had you mesmerized. You took your hand back and licked them once more before letting them return to your throbbing cunt.
“Fuck, ‘m close baby. You wanna do the honors? You wanna fuck me stupid?”
“God, yes, please,” Bob whined, letting go of his painfully hard cock and grabbing you by your waist. You shucked off your panties before straddling his hips and letting him pull your shirt over your head. His hands made a beeline for your tits, groping them and thumbing your nipples until they formed hard peaks, and you threw your head back at the sensation. In a flash Bob sat up and guided the head of his cock to your sopping pussy, dragging it once swiftly through your velveteen folds before driving himself into your entrance with little resistance, making you cry out.
He immediately began rutting into you with reckless abandon while gripping the flesh of your ass with bruising force. Your name tumbled from his mouth like a prayer, propelling you closer yet to your release.
“God, you feel amazing. You’ve earned this, hm? You deserve this. For being such a good boy,” you praised. “Such a good boy for mommy.”
Bob froze. “You heard that…?”
“What, you don’t like it?” you teased.
“I do, fuck– yes I do,” he panted in admission. He continued to pound into you with renewed vigor as the sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, underscored by the saccharine squelch that your pussy emitted with each snap of Bob's hips.
Your shared moans grew louder, unrestrained, desperate. Bob’s deep blue eyes were nearly eclipsed by his lust-blown pupils, a wild look seeping deep into them. “So good, baby. So, so good, good boy,” you babbled senselessly. “Are you mommy’s good boy?” Bob nodded frantically, whining into the crook of your neck. “Say it.”
“I’m… I-I’m– fuck…” he attempted.
You pulled him by the hair to get him to look at you, using your other hand to grip either side of his jaw. “Come on, use your words. I know you can.”
“I-I’m, mommy’s good boy– nngh.”
“Oh yes you are, yes you are,” you affirmed. “God, I’m so close baby. You gonna make mommy cum?” He was too lost in the feeling of you to muster more than another sharp nod and a loud whine. Sweat clung to him like a second skin, sticking the two of you together in an intimate bond. “You wanna cum too, baby?”
“Yes! Yes, please, please let me cum mommy,” he keened, his grip on his control waning.
“Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll let you fill me up, make a real mommy outta me. That what you want?”
“Yes, yes– yes…!” He was clinging to the edge for dear life, but he was gone, lost to the feeling of you clenching around him, the sweet nothings and filthy praises that melted from your voice like butter, filling his ears and fogging his brain. Before you knew it, despite how desperately he tried to hold back, his cum was painting your walls, warmth blooming inside of you as his hips lost their rhythm.
You gasped in a mix of pleasure and mild shock. You were flattered and almost impressed at the effect you had on him. With slight disappointment you sucked your teeth and sighed, “Couldn’t even give me one.”
Once his head had slightly cleared, the apologies immediately started pouring out. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, you just felt so good– I-I tried, I really did, I–” Bob floundered as his slowly softening dick swam in his own spend.
“Shh, I know baby. You did well,” you soothed, carding your fingers through his hair. “You wanna make it up to me?”
“Yes, yes please let me, I’ll be good. I only wanna be good for you, please,” he begged. How could you refuse when he asked so nicely?
In a much darker, firmer voice, you said, “Then get down there and finish the job.” You slowly maneuvered yourself out of his lap and onto the bed. “Lick up that mess you made and make me cum.”
He didn’t waste a millisecond. He hoisted himself on top of you and started messily dragging his lips across your neck and your collar bones. Your hands found their way to his back and began to scratch and claw at every inch of skin stretched tight over rippling muscle. His lips continued to leave open mouthed kisses against every bit of your soft flesh he could reach. He alternated between your breasts, one hand gripping one while his tongue flicked the other nipple until it pebbled and stiffened.
He traveled further south, going down your stomach, pressing kisses to your hairy mound, until he reached your soaked core. He licked a flat stripe up the center, stopping at your clit and bringing the nub into his mouth and suckling it, making you wail.
“Jesus, so good. So good f’me, such a good boy, aren’t you?” you moaned, your fingers finding purchase in his hair, tugging tightly at the strands. He hummed a grateful noise, one that vibrated through your body, blooming outward from your core and spreading through your every limb, trying to drown your body under ruthless tides of sinful bliss. You looked down at where he was between your thighs, and were met with a sight that nearly made you cum then and there. His eyes were glazed over with lust, looking directly at you through fluttering lashes. They rolled back as he stuck his tongue in your entrance, tasting your wetness straight from the source, mingling with his own cum. Your jaw hung open at the debauchery of it all.
You were about to praise him more when Bob stuck two thick digits in your entrance, gliding in like nothing, and began to curl and shake them right at that spongy spot inside you that made you see stars and rendered you completely speechless. With a choked cry, you were coming undone on his tongue, soaking his face in your arousal while your hand tightened its grip on his dark brown locks.
He licked you through your orgasm, drinking you in with each pulse and shudder of your worn body. When he finally emerged from your legs, the look on his face was nothing short of completely and utterly wrecked.
Your ragged breathing evened out just enough to whisper, “Good boy.” Bob crawled about halfway up your body, bringing his head to lay on your chest, before swiftly kissing all over it. He brought one of your tits into his mouth, and worked over your stiff sensitive bud until it neared the limit right before pleasure became pain. A broken sound escaped you at the stimulation, bordering on too much.
Bordering.
You watched as his hips aimlessly bucked into the bed beneath you, brushing his still-wet cock against your soaked inner thighs as he panted like a dog.
“Goodness, so eager for me. You want more, sweet boy? Hm?” you said deeply. You were met with another frenzied nod of his head, making his chestnut tresses bounce around his face. “Come and get more then.”
Bob’s lips trailed up your neck, the corner of your mouth, behind your ear, that spot under your jaw that made you dizzy. He zeroed in on your pulse point, feeling your heartbeat racing under his teeth and tongue, a dark bruise beginning to bloom under where his mouth carried out its single mission to please you.
He scooted up slightly to angle his already fully hard cock at the entrance of your wrecked cunt. He pushed into you and you both let out strangled sounds of immediate pleasure. Bob began to thrust in and out of you, starting slower this time, more intimate, trying to compensate for getting himself off too fast the first round.
Still fresh off your first climax, the feeling of him filling you up again was overwhelming in the best way. He occupied all of your senses. You could feel him everywhere, you could only feel him. You were like one big nerve ending, frayed at the edges and buzzing with him and only him.
Expletives and moans spilled from your lips as Bob increased his pace, driving into you with more fervor. Your hands couldn’t make up their minds on what to grab. They oscillated between fisting his hair, the sheets, and clawing down his back, anything to ground yourself to this plane without ascending. To be fair, you thought, this wouldn’t be the worst way to go.
“Fuck, feels so good mommy. So perfect,” Bob groaned in your ear. Sweat, sex, and something unmistakably him permeated the room in a swirling haze of charged desire.
Stars were bursting behind your eyes with every one of his fervid thrusts, kissing your cervix and pounding all the soft spots inside you, mouth hanging open as chainless moans and wails escaped you, teetering on the edge of heaven.
“God, you’re so good. So good for me, I’m so close, I– fuck! Oh my god,” you babbled mindlessly. Bob buried his face in the junction of your neck and jaw and brought two thick pads of his fingers down between your bodies to circle your clit with feverish enthusiasm. It didn’t take any time before the cord of pleasure that had been pulling tight in your belly snapped with dizzying force. Your mouth formed a perfect O around a silent scream, eyes squeezed shut, hands whiteknuckling the bedsheets.
Your pussy clenching around him, combined with his sheer size, offered a modicum of resistance to Bob’s thrusts. As you came down from your high with one final cry, he slowed down through it, allowing you to float back to earth, back into his arms.
“Wow,” you said breathlessly, unable to find any other words. Because wow was exactly how he made you feel. Bob’s sweat-damp hair clung to his brow as he gazed down at you with a shining grin, which you returned with warmth stinging your cheeks. As you shifted your position just slightly, Bob hissed and whined at his still-throbbing, over-sensitive cock that remained buried in your cunt. You wouldn’t let that slide. “So you just gonna sit there, or are you gonna cum for me?”
He hesitated. “Are you sure? It won’t be too much?” he asked shyly.
“You could never be too much for me,” you replied. And that was all he needed to begin pounding into you again. You had to grip onto him, digging your nails into his back to keep from imploding. You were so full, so sensitive, your body receiving almost too much sensation as Bob bucked into you relentlessly.
You nearly cried out his name, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “You okay?” he panted.
“Yes! Yes, don’t hold back, I can take it,” you huffed, half trying to convince him, half trying to convince yourself. “Use me, baby, use this pussy. Fuck me ‘til you cum, good boy. Fill me up again, make a mommy outta me.”
Bob’s moans and whimpers grew louder and more strained, about to slip from the ledge of anticipation and into the valley of ecstasy. You were powerless to stop him now, even if you wanted to—but hell, stopping was the last thing you wanted. You succumbed to the overstimulation, letting tears spill as you sobbed his name, time and senses blurring as you just took it.
Finally, after what felt like deliciously torturous hours, Bob finally reached his peak. Nearly screaming your praises, his movements became erratic and short before he finally shivered to a stop. Warmth from thick ropes of his spend spread through your core, painting your battered walls a second time like some twistedly intimate art project.
The sun had begun to rise by then, its golden rays seeping through the linen curtains, casting even more warmth to the hazy, intoxicating air that surrounded you both. Bob’s forehead came to rest atop yours, breaths mingling between you as you waited for the blissed out, post-coital daze to clear from your heads.
Bob flopped on the bed beside you, sated and buzzing, and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. After a minute or two of easy silence, you whispered with a grin, “Want some extra good boy points?” He gave no verbal response, just a chuckle and a lazy smirk. “Go get something to clean up the mess you made,” you jested.
With a heavy, exaggerated sigh, Bob hoisted himself up on his strong arms and left the bed to carry out your wishes. You did a cheeky wolf whistle at his backside as he stood.
He returned a minute later with a damp washcloth and handed you a glass of cold water. After hastily gulping down most of it, you set it on your bedside as Bob gently dragged the warm cloth around your swollen, glistening pussy and inner thighs, planting a few soft kisses on the lush skin there. Had you been any less tired you might have dragged him back down and rode his face for another hour. But alas, exhaustion had other plans.
He gave you a few more soothing wipes over the rest of your body before tossing the cloth aside and collapsing next to you, far too spent to bother throwing it in the hamper. He pressed a sleepy kiss to your jaw, and you returned one at the top of his head before murmuring into his hairline, “This is definitely gonna ruin my sleep schedule for the week.”
He giggled, smiling into your skin and curling into you until your bodies were flush against each other. “Worth it.”