MoRgAsM Part IV ~ Quatre

MoRgAsM.

I showed up at his house before sunrise; before I knew he had to wake up and start his day. He was expecting me without knowing the exact time.

I stepped over the threshold of his door wearing only my heels and a knee-length trench coat; body freshly showered, waxed and fragrant. I carried a backpack on my shoulder with my work clothes ready to go in after I handled my business here. With him.

He laid in his bed; naked and softly snoring. He created pussy throbs even as he slept like a baby; his body smooth silky milk chocolate. I dropped my coat on the floor, flipped my stilettos off my feet and climbed under the covers next to him. His body was warm; breathes slow and even. I scooted in close to him; wrapped my body around his to heat my own up as cold air hit my bare skin. He stirred briefly while I maneuvered my pussy right on his ass; spooning him. My body was longing for him. My pussy was wet as I began to grind myself softly against his ass. My arms reached around his waist, in search of early morning wood. I stroked his hardened dick as my pussy christened his ass with my juices. He rolled on to his back and I eagerly navigated my mouth to his dick. I bobbed my head on his penis as his fingers slid between swollen lips. I mouth-fucked him while he finger-fucked me. I rotated my pussy on his fingers as if it was his dick. He was deep inside me as moans from my mouth caused his dick to jump while it touched the back of my throat.

He removed his fingers from my wetness and placed them into his mouth as he cussed under his breath. His fingers became his last meal for a brief moment before he attempted to separate my mouth from my happy place. He was letting me know he was wide-awake now. He was ready. He wanted more. He wanted to be inside me. That shit turned me on. His eagerness made me suck his dick harder. Deeper. His curses became louder as he used both hands to pull me up and move me on top of him.

I straddled him; thighs spread wide across his torso as I placed my hands on his chest. I bent my head down low and kissed his chest; sucked and bit on his nipples as I began to sway my hips on his dick. I bounced to my own rhythm as his fingers moved up and down the center of my spine. His hands had me under a spell. I felt currents of energy with each touch of his finger. His dick spoke silent words of hunger. My ass bounced up and down on his dick hard. I had to feel every inch of him; every centimeter of his thickness filled me up as I creamed all over his dick.

My body was his. He had complete power as I lost myself in orgasm. My hips gyrated as if they were on autopilot; separated from the rest of my body as they began to increase their pace. He paused his own climax as he firmly positioned his hands on my ass to cease my own fast wind. It was his turn to take control. He sat up; my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He began to screw his dick into me as he held me still; digging into unexplored depths of ecstasy. He screwed me till the floodgates opened. He screwed me till I called out his name; imprinting his dick between tight walls like he had left his mark on my heart. Forever.

As the sun crept through the closed drapes and morning alarms for work sang over our phones, my spent and satisfied body crumbled on top of his. I felt him through my whole body as he filled me with his seed on that last final stroke. He drained himself entirely into me; body and energy.

Now the day could begin. MoRgAsM