Chapter 62: Her Desire to Cum the First Thing in the Morning (R-18)
A soft breeze slipped through the open window, rustling the curtains and morning sunlight spill into the room. My eyes fluttered open, heavy and slow, the world coming into focus bit by bit. The pink satin sheets were tangled around my legs, still damp from last night, and the air smelled faintly of sweat and Sara’s lavender perfume.
"Ahm..." I groaned, my voice scratchy, my body aching in that good-but-tired way. Then I felt it—a warm, wet sensation around my groin, something moving under the sheet, licking my dick and caressing my balls with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Oh god... not in the morning..." I muttered, the pleasure building fast, too fast for my half-awake brain to handle. Morning wood was already a thing, stiff and ready like it always was when I woke up, but this—this was next level.
*Gawk, gawk*—the sound hit me before I even looked, sloppy and wet, and I pulled the sheet back. There was Sara, her lips wrapped around my dick, sucking it.
I grabbed her head, my fingers tangling in her hair, and she popped up with a grin, crawling up my body to rest her chin on my chest.
"Good morning, puppy!" she chirped, way too cheerful for how wrecked I felt.
"Ahm... morning..." I mumbled back, rubbing my eyes with one hand. My dick throbbed, still buzzing from her mouth, and I could barely think straight. She was relentless—morning wood was already overwhelming, and her jumping on it like that was like pouring gas on a fire.
She cupped my cheeks with both hands, her skin warm against mine, and leaned in to kiss me. Her naked body pressed down, her boobs soft and heavy on my chest, our bare skin sticking together from the leftover sweat of last night.
Her lips tasted like me, a little salty, and she pulled back just enough to smirk.