I jolted at the sudden loud, obnoxious alarm clock raping my ears, and my first instinct was to throw the damn phone to the ground causing it to shatter into a million pieces and to make the blaring ringing stop. It wasn't my phone, and I didn't know how to turn off this damn annoying siren that was blaring like a New York City fire truck. Fingers franticly slid bars and pressed the touch screen until I finally managed to make it shut-off, "Damn it! Tomorrow night we're using my phone as an alarm. This is just ridiculous! I don't even want to hit the snooze button, and I always hit the snooze button!" I was irritable now, and turned over to face my mattress buddy with wide eyes and furrowed brows.
He was lying on his back with a cocky grin while yawning and giving a good stretch, "Well, it woke you up, didn't it? No snooze needed. That's the point of it." As furious and ticked as I was, I had to admit he looked amazing in the mornings. The way little rays of sunshine snaked down through the blinds and covered over his body, yet leaving shadows across his form to add mystery was sexy. His soft brown hair was fluffed in a beautiful morning mess, and my fingers longed to stroke into each strand. I'd never let him know that, and my Irish rage kept my hands under covers and tucked against my body in a warm self-hug.
I scoffed under blankets, "Five more minutes, all I require is five more minutes. Why the hell do you need something that loud?" I pushed my body up and rolled over to face the wall in a slump, away from him, and scowl a little more with closed eyes. I'd wake up; it was a process for me. There was a routine, a very delicate and precise routine, and he was messing it all up. He and his damn phone would be the cause of the next hour of grumpy chaos I'd be reeled into.
His hands reached out and pulled up around my chest squeezing me against his front, and I could feel his breath at the base of my neck. It sent chills down my spine and goose bumps formed on my forearms, but he just had that way about himself, to make me melt even when I was annoyed, "So, you wanna sleep in for five more minutes, or you want me to pound that cunt into the mattress for five minutes and really wake you up?" His voice was full of mischief and his morning wood pressed up against the small of my back, hips rocked into me and I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan. I wanted him. I always wanted him, but it was too damn early and my ears were still buzzing from the siren.
"I could always just sleep while you fuck me," my tone was cocky, but I pressed back against his hard-on, needing and wanting. I told myself I was too irritable to enjoy his morning fuckery. He knew morning sex was my favorite. There was just something about waking up in the morning, still groggy, yet at peace and rested and finding a cock shoved into my tight cunt and pounding into me senseless that I simply loved. However, I never made it easy for him; it would be no fun if I did. I enjoyed our games that we played oh so well together, and my grumpy morning inner self was in no mood to be fucked for five minutes, not when we could take those minutes and stretch them into a daze of sleep and recovery of the alarm from hell and attempt to get back onto some kind of routine.
"Well, you could always try kitten, but I'm pretty I'll have you screaming too much to sleep."
His teeth suddenly clamped down at the base of my sensitive neck where it met with my shoulder blade. Damn him. It was one of my biggest weaknesses, and there was nothing I could do but give into it. A moan escaped my mouth as I bit down on my bottom lip. "
Not fair!
" I thought to myself. He had the upper hand this time. He seemed to know all my buttons, and found them easily even when I tried to deny that they were there. My cunt already was clenching, knowing and needing him all at the same time. I was battling in my mind, sleep or sex. This shouldn't be a hard choice for me. Okay, maybe the snooze button was a bad thing sometimes, although he'd never hear me say that to him. I smirked and arched into his soft bite, "You can try to make me scream, but no promises."
Suddenly his love bites turned into harder, deeper flesh wounds that caused my fingers to grip a fistful of the soft sheet under me. A loud moan escaped from my throat, eyes shut closed, and he was asserting his power over me. There was just that little bit of dominance showing in the way his teeth bit down with no mercy, already making me crumble. It never took much, even if I fought it, he would still have me submitting before I could even make a protest. All I had to do was think about it, and I'd be trembling under him. The playing field was never fair. Teeth released my pale flesh which now had indentions and a soft chuckle rocked his chest into my back, "I don't think it's going to take much to make my kitten scream this morning."
I grinned, arching my head back to find his, a soft kiss placed against the side of his warm cheek, "You're probably right."
"Probably?" he raised both brows and looked down at me.
I rolled my eyes at him, "Yes ... you're right." Why did he do this to me? Why did I always have to admit the things he did to me? He knew. It was all part of the game. Plus, deep down, I knew he loved hearing and seeing the slut I was for him, pulling those little things out of me. Forcing me to admit he was my weakness always put a smile on his face. He was my weakness, he was my addiction, and I could never get enough. My current state of arousal from one bite and words would be proof enough of the weight his charms had, and the submission I so easily gave over to him. My mind, soul, body, it all belonged to him, and he so easily captured me like I was his prey.
Our naked bodies pressed against one another as he spooned my curves, but with one sudden shift, and if I blinked I'd swear I'd have missed it, I was on my back, and his weight was between my legs. Each of his hands rested on the bed against my head, his hazel eyes gazed down into my grey-blue hues, and there was a hunger in his eyes. My legs already opened, they already knew and my sex sparked to life. I knew, and I wanted and needed him. Then again, when was I not in a state of desperate need for his cock? Those moments were far, few, and in between. My lips curled into a smile. Ah, morning sex with him, this was about to become an incredible morning after all.
"You're mine."
It didn't matter how many times I heard him say it, or how many times he claimed me outright, those words always affected me, and they stole my breath away. Body and cunt trembled at his words, eyes always fluttered wide, and I bit down on my bottom lip with a gasp. It was in the way he said it. His baritone voice lowered, eyes followed mine, I could watch his throat clench, and the fire spark into his soul each and every time said those two beautiful words. All I could do was nod, submit, gasp out for him and tell him the only thing I knew to tell him, "I'm yours Master, all yours."
His thick pulsing cock head pressed right against my dewy slick entrance, hips rose to greet him. Good morning Master, please take me and have your way and please make me scream. My soft velvet cunt had a voice of her own, and she was screaming for it, begging to be taken, to be filled and fucked into submission. I found myself being wrong; he was not in the mood for games this morning. There was a knowing smile resting on his face before he leaned down and his warm moist lips kissed me with a deep passionate drive. My soft much smaller hands wrapped around his back, the feel of his warm skin against my palms mixed with the electric spark of his tongue teasing against my lips and pushing its way into my wet open mouth made my fingertips grip tighter against his muscular back, leaving little marks against his flesh, and another wonderful moan leave my throat. Teeth grabbed against my bottom lip, pulling with a rough force and tugging my flesh until it slipped free. His lustful eyes gazed down at me, there was fire between us, emotions boiled over and no words needed to be said. You could feel the needy, wanton, passion burning, and both our hips dug up and down against one another. My breathing evolved into palpitating passionate huffs, reaching my head up with a tilt to the side I pressed my lips against his own again, plunging into his mouth and refusing to let go. My tongue danced with his while he pressed back against me until my head was once again in the pillow. Kissing him was like setting off few dozen fireworks at once, and the bang my entire body felt as his tongue pulsed around my own was heavenly. A groan vibrated from his throat into my mouth and my god did it set me on edge. Any sound from him fueled my insides and lit into me like an explosion of bursting kinetic energy. Both my thighs pressed against his hips tightly, while more gasping and moaning belted through the heated kiss. Suddenly my nails began to rake down his back, clawing with little red trails against his white flesh. My internal dialog was spewing,
"Fuck me. Claim me. I need you. Please. Inside me. Now. Please. Master, your kitten needs you."
The crown of his shaft began to tease and grind against my outer labia folds, which were already glistening with my wetness. Never before him, had any man made me so moist and dripping by his sheer power over me. I found it incredible how my body was always ready for him at a moment's notice. His length continued to glide against my folds as he pushed his weight down into me. Suddenly his kiss broke away, nose to nose he looked down at me with a forceful grunt and a heavy breath, "Beg for it kitten. Let me hear you." His demeanor shifted, and another snarl left those defined lips as they trailed down my neck and over my ear lobe with a swift gentle nipping tug causing his hot breath to wash over my sensitive flesh, and send more goose bumps down my body.
