She wants some more

The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting soft golden stripes across our tangled sheets. I stirred, groggy, sore, and so completely satisfied. But the second I turned over and saw her, everything inside me lit up again.

Rachel was already awake.

She sat on the edge of the bed like a goddess—taller than ever, broader, muscles tight beneath smooth skin, glowing in the early light. Her tank top clung to her chest, her cock already thick and rising, resting between legs so toned and powerful it made my throat dry.

She glanced back at me, a lazy smile on her lips.

“Morning, baby,” she purred.

I didn’t answer. I crawled to her instinctively, wrapping my arms around her thighs, burying my face against her length. She smelled like sleep and sweat and her. The tip of her cock brushed my cheek—hot, heavy, and pulsing.

I kissed it gently, then opened my mouth.

Her breath caught the moment I took her in.

“That’s it,” she whispered, fingers lacing into my hair. “Start your day right.”

I sucked slowly, reverently. She was so big now—stretching my lips, filling my throat—and I gave her everything. I let her hips guide the rhythm, moaning softly around her. Her fingers tightened, her breathing deepened.

“Fuck, Mikey,” she groaned. “You feel so fucking good.”

She leaned back, bracing herself on one arm, her other hand gripping my hair. I worked her harder, faster, bobbing my head, drool spilling from my lips as I gagged slightly, but kept going. I wanted it. I wanted her to use my mouth. To own it.

She began to tremble slightly, her abs tightening, legs tensing.

“You’re gonna take it,” she growled. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”

I didn’t.

With a loud, guttural moan, Rachel arched her back and thrust deep. Her cock swelled against my tongue and suddenly she was cumming—hard. Thick, hot pulses flooded my mouth, and I swallowed instinctively, **** not to waste a drop.

She held me there through it, every spasm making her twitch in my throat. I swallowed again and again until she slowly pulled back, panting.

I looked up at her, dazed, lips wet, breath ragged.

She cupped my face, thumb stroking my cheek.

“God, you’re perfect,” she murmured. “My good boy.”

I curled into her lap, her softening cock resting against my face, the taste of her still on my tongue.

And I never wanted to move.