Craig wakes first

Craig woke up with the first rays of the morning sun shining in his eyes and the warmest, tightest butter wrapped around his cock. Looking down, he saw the most beautiful sight ever, Mary Jane’s red hair stained white with his cum draped over his shoulder, her left leg wrapped over his hip, her arm hung over the side of his body and off the bed. Her breasts pushed into his ribs. Her mouth hung open, in a permanent mute scream. He could feel her drool pooling on his bony chest, adhering her cheek to him. In an instance, he knew what was wrapped around his cock.

His blurry memories came into focus, of their last bout of sex the previous night. How she had rode him to orgasm after orgasm as he played with her entire body. It was serene how she moaned and groaned in between biting either her arm, or his shoulders to keep her screams inside. Finally, he had filled her up and they had both passed out. She apparently wasn’t a roller and too heavy for him to move, so she had slept on top of him, his cock may have softened but even soft it hadn’t left what he felt was now it’s home. Now with his current morning wood, he was already over halfway wrapped in her velvety tightness.

This was the highest he had ever felt, and he had used a lot of ****. He vowed he would do anything he could to keep this high going. Even with the vows taken yesterday, he knew he had work to do to fully make this gorgeous creature submit. After all, she had **** a promise out of him as well. Flexing his cock to wake this vixen up, he growled in fury when Mary Jane purred out, “Yes, Peter, just like that tiger.”

Blinking awake, MJ realized her mistake as soon as she looked up but had barely a second to think, let alone apologize before Craig flipped her on her back, and began pounding into her with anger masking his pain.

"Slut, after all that last night, all your promises of love, you call his name. You god damn slut, you bitch. Your pussy is mine. I own it. I own you. You hear me."

Slap. MJ's brain rattled as Craig struck her across the face.

"I said, did you hear me?"

"Yes," came MJ's weak reply.

Slap. Ringing in her ear started as she felt the back of Craig's hand.

"Who owns your pussy? Answer me!"

"You do Craig."

"That's right, you love me. Me. I own this pussy."

MJ had never seen a true druggie in need of a fix like this. It was like her pussy was coke to this man and her love crack.

Then her brain emptied as his cock filled her in a way Peter never would, or could, her pussy positively drooling as it tried to survive the onslaught. Both organs screamed with pleasure and pain; the pounding continued through her first two minor orgasms and as she felt the third full bodied one building, she pulled his head to her, kissing him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Her heels dug into his back, trying to **** him even deeper into her. Craig just repeated the word "mine" over and over as he thrust into her eager cunt. Maybe it was, she thought in the back of her brain, he was her crack also. The thought scared her a bit, but went away to a tiny dark corner, as finally she was about to orgasm. When she came she let out a single shrieking sentence.

“God, yes, I love your cock Craig.”

As soon as it was out, Craig came deep inside her, marking his territory in her deepest reaches, then he pulled out, his face twisted in pain and anger, and silently walked away, his still hard cock bobbing in front of him, only stopping to grab his clothes and shoes but walking fully nude out the door into the rising sun.

Mary Jane eyes opened in shock as she saw the wooden door swing shut leaving her laying on the mattress, covered in sweat and Craig’s dried and drying cum, ramped up but feeling empty, utterly empty. Her orgasm lingering in a spot she had no way to touch, waiting for it's next fix.