Marcus was having the most delicious dream.
Pleasure was flooding throughout his body, gently penetrating through the veil of sleep and lighting up his nervous system in the most delightful way. He hovered on the cusp of waking, floating on an undulating current of bliss, moaning sleepily, enjoying the ride. Endorphins released into his blood stream, stimulating his groggy brain and adding to his heightened state of arousal. A familiar pressure pulsing from the region of his groin caught his drifting attention, making him focus on the source. His cock was awake and sending waves of feel good to his brain and he thought to himself that this was a pretty awesome dream so far.
The next thing that he became aware of was an enticing scent that teased his senses, making him flare his nostrils, inhaling a lungful of the intoxicating aroma. His heartbeat picked up pace as understanding dawned and he shook off the last vestiges of slumber, curiosity and sudden lust urging him to open his sleepy eyelids just a fraction to take a peek and confirm what his dick was so desperately to tell him.
It took a second for his eyes to focus, but he didn't begrudge the delay because an instant later, his eyes were filled with the most glorious sight he could have had the luck to behold.
Hovering above him, swollen and dripping like an overripe peach, was Tabitha's pretty, pink, little pussy. She was straddling him, facing away, her thighs spread and pressing their warm softness against his arms that lay on the bed at his sides. Her perfectly rounded ass rose before him like twin moons filling his perspective. He sighed, freed one of his arms and reached up to stroke the expanse of creamy skin just to reassure himself that he was, indeed, awake. Warm, soft flesh met his palm and he dropped his hand back down with a happy grin splitting his face.
Best. Morning. Ever. He lay back, looking down his chest where Tabby's breast hung free, pert nipples just barely brushing against his belly as they swung slowly. Past that wonderful view, Marcus could see his cock, standing semi erect and gradually being worked to life by Tabby's talented mouth. Watching his shaft disappear and then reappear all wet and shiny with her saliva was probably one of the most erotic sights he'd ever seen. She had to know he was awake now, but didn't seem bothered that he was watching her. In fact, she cocked her head just enough to look back at him and give him a sultry look and a wink before turning back to focus her mouth on the task at hand.
The mouth in question was currently engaged in a long, slow plunge down his cock, taking his length so deep into her throat that Marcus thought he'd die from the exquisite sensation that was verging on torment. When her tongue flattened against the underside of his cock, sliding with excruciating slowness as she pulled back, Marcus' eyes actually rolled so far to the back of his head that he swore he got a bird's eye view of the interior of his own skull. He sighed in blissful contentment, arching his hips, meeting her in a slow dance, more than happy to let her enjoy herself. Hey, if the little minx loved making use of his morning wood, who was he to object? His beautiful submissive going down on him was a better way to wake up than any damn alarm clock.
Unable to resist the need to touch her any longer, Marcus ghosted his fingertips up the insides of each of her thighs, a devilish grin turning the corners of his lips up. The stretch of delicate skin was one of Tabby's most sensitive erogenous zones and she'd been known to come just from him touching her there. Sure enough, he watched transfixed, as a quiver rippled through her muscles like a shockwave, reaching her pussy and making its petals and opening flare and clench at him in a saucy, "come hither" wink, as if to say: "Come on big boy. You know you want to."
A primal surge of lust electrified his body, rushing up from his groin and blasting into his brain, bringing him from pleasantly drowsy to painfully hard in a matter of seconds. Tabby hummed in delight as his cock thickened and lengthened in her mouth, coming fully erect, making him too long for her to take him fully into her throat. Always prepared to adapt, she took full advantage of the extra length by wrapping her small fist around his base and squeezing him tightly in time to her bobbing head. His brain nearly exploded with the fierce blast of ecstasy that washed over him and he knew that it wasn't going to take him long if she kept that murderous pace up.
"Angel," he groaned, grimacing with the increasing tension in his testicles. "You're gonna end this too soon if you keep that up."
"Are you asking me to stop, Daddy?" She giggled around the length of his shaft, the vibrations very nearly making him lose control. Then the little temptress lowered her ass until it was just inches from his face and gave it a salacious little wiggle. It was just enough movement to cause a drop of dew to fall from her glistening pussy and land squarely on his lips, as if she had planned it that way. He felt the drop splash on his bottom lip and he flicked out his tongue to lick it away. The salty sweetness of her taste blossomed on his tongue and his willingness to submit vanished with his need to take control of his mischievous little submissive.
Big hands latched onto her ass cheeks, their fleshy weight settling into his palms and almost disappearing underneath his spread of his hands. He wanted to eat her alive and licked his way up her thigh until he reached the underside of her ass. He teased her with his tongue, sucking some of the flesh into his mouth and then biting down hard enough to make her yelp. Her startled sound quickly deepened into a shuddering groan as the sharp pain transformed into a pleasure so profound that her breath caught in her throat robbing her of the ability to breathe. He pulled back and admired the twin crescent imprints of his teeth embossed into her skin, his chest swelling with alpha male possessiveness.
Gripping her ass cheeks roughly, he spread the two halves apart, exposing the sweet, succulent center of his woman, all his to be plundered. He raised his head and pulled her down towards him, overcome by a ravenous need for her. His greedy mouth collided with her wet center and he growled with caveman satisfaction as her juices coated his tongue. Screw expensive wines. He'd take Tabitha's pussy ambrosia and die a happy man. His tongue speared into velvety softness, lapping at her folds and teasing her clit, making her quiver and jerk. She was so wet that he could feel trickles of moisture sliding over his chin and down his neck and it spurred him to attack her with renewed vigor, driving her crazy. She let out a deep feral sound and ground down onto his face, his cock abandoned as she lost control and surrendered to his will. He was so lost in her scent and taste that he barely registered the sound of her cell phone rattling and blaring out some obnoxious ringtone from the nightstand beside his head.
One minute, he was feasting like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet, the next, his mouth was empty, his meal having suddenly vanished. Tabby scuttled over him and bounded off the bed before his befuddled brain could engage and prevent her escape.
"What the fuck?" He growled in irritation, glaring at her as she grabbed her phone and skipped out of his reach. "Leave it and come back to bed!"
The phone started in on another round of the ringtone and Tabby laughed at him, "I have to take it! It's my mom." She made a sign for him to shush and put the phone to her ear, her thumb sliding over the phone's screen to accept the call.
"You're killing me here, baby girl," he groused, flopping back on the bed, sounding like a boy who'd just dropped his ice cream on the ground. He swore he wouldn't whine but fuck, his cock was aching and his was so ramped up that he could barely think past the driving imperative to claim his woman and get himself inside her. Mouth, pussy, ass. He didn't care, so long as it was hot, wet, tight and His.
