Morning Wood

As the light filters through the gap in your blinds and lands right on your face, you begin to stir from another restless night and wonder whether it really is worth leaving your blinds open for the benefit of the plants that clutter your windowsill. I'm already awake too, despite the eyemask I've got strapped over my face, and as I feel you waking up I wrap my arms around you and pull you in close to me.

A cute little squeak escapes your lips before you, almost instinctively, press your thinly-clad behind against my groin, and you smile as you feel my cock begin to swell in my pyjamas.

"Hey... behave yourself," I smile, "I'm sleepy."

"I am behaving..." Even as you spoke though, you push yourself harder against me, arching your back to grind yourself into my body, stifling a giggle as you feel the effect it has on me.

"That doesn't feel like you're behaving." I growl in your ear, sending a tingle through your body.

"That doesn't feel like you mind," you purr back, enjoying the feeling of me growing more excited.

"Hey, I can't help biology. Anyone would get hard with a pretty girl like you pressed up against them."

"Oh, you think I'm pretty?"

"Well," I smirk, "you're not bad.. "

"Not bad?! I'm fucking gorgeous and you know it, cunt." You pull yourself away from me as you bark in mock anger, only for me to pull your back into me gently but forcefully.

"Oh I know you're fucking gorgeous you little brat."

My hands begin to wander your body as I speak, starting at your hips and pushing your top up to reveal your stomach beneath. "You've got such a nice figure: slim waist, grabbable hips, a nice flat stomach..." my hands trace up your tummy, sliding under the soft cotton and finding your round breasts. "And such perfect fucking tits."

The fucking you had received last night was not even close to enough to sait your aching hunger, and the claw marks and bruises that covered your body made my touch even more intense, enough to make you shudder as sparks tumble through your skin.

"I... Yeah.. They're... Quite nice... I guess..." you whimper, grinding yourself against my now fully-hard cock.

"Awh, what's the matter, kitten? You sound... Worked up" I tease, taking your nipple between my finger and thumb, tugging on it to make you squeal as the pain drives even wilder.

"No... No, I'm fine," you lie, desperate for more.

"Oh then how about you go make us some breakfast?" I torment, pulling away my hands and feeling your body protest.

"No!" you whine, snatching at my hands to stop me from pulling them away. "Sex first."

"Oh," I smile, resting my hand on your throat and pushing my hard cock firmly against you, "do you want me to fuck you? I thought you weren't pent up... I thought you weren't a horny, needy, desperate little fuck?"

Every one of my words drips into your ear like poison, making you want me more. "I'm..."

"Don't. Fucking. Lie." I snarl like an animal, right in your ear, gripping down tight on your throat as I did.

Your heart begins to beat even faster, trying to pump blood to your tired brain but only succeeding in making you even more sensitive. Even needier. The lust builds within in you until it's almost unbearable, making you squirm and writhe desperately. When you open your mouth to try and reply nothing comes out, so instead, you arch your back as much as you can, pushing out your bust and pushing your bum against me, willing for me to fuck you without you having to ask for it.

Finally, your pyjamas are pulled down and you feel me pushing into you, still gripping your throat, still pinning you in place, still clawing at your soft and sensitive skin. My breathing is hot and heavy on your neck as the swollen head of my cock begins to push into your tight, wet hole. I can feel my shaft starting to buckle from the pressure and for a moment I think about moving you to get a better position until suddenly it slips in and we both call out in unison, groaning like a pair of wild animals as my full length slide into you.

"Fuck!" I curse deeply, my heart pounding in my chest, my body shifting to get comfortable so I can slowly begin to thrust.

Then I pause, holding you there, deep inside your but not moving a muscle. You try to grind on me but can hardly move in that position, so you squeeze down on me and claw at my hands, tightening yourself around my cock, begging with everything but your mouth for me to fuck your ruthlessly. I can't resist for long.

I begin to fuck you. Gently at first, finding those perfect spots, filling you just right, letting you appreciate every inch as I savour the incredible feeling of your body. Slowly. Slowly. Soaking in your groans and purrs and moans. And then faster. Harder. Rougher. Grabbing your whole body and pulling you into every thrust, my claws digging into your front we my cock spears you from behind, using you the way a toy like you should be. Not caring whether it feels good for you, or whether you can cum like this, but knowing you will anyway because you love to be used. You can feel my sharp nails drawing your blood and my teeth biting down so hard that you think they might do the same. You can hear my voice getting deeper, my growling breaths becoming a roar.

And then your world goes dark and the sounds of my voice become muffled. Although you can't feel my hand on your throat, it's hard to breathe. You can feel my hands under your hips, manhandling you into position on your front as I crush your head down into the pillows.

"UP!" I bark, my voice booming through the soft feathers that now surround your ears as my hands give you no choice but to obey, lifting your pert, round ass into the air and bunching up the quilt beneath it to keep you perfectly in place, your pink cunt presented perfectly for me to fuck. I side into you again, grunting as I have to force myself into you, feeling the grip of you lips like a vice on my swollen and veiny shaft.

"Oh my fuck... You feel so good... Fuck... Fuck..." The pleasure is already getting too much for me, as every inch of your perfect hole grips me as it it was made exactly for my cock. At the peak of each thrust I can feel myself bottoming out on you, and I chuckle at your pained groans each time that I do, but I don't slow down, I don't stop, I don't change my rythm; I keep fucking you. Hard. Forceful. Deep. Forcing you to take me over and over again. Forcing desperate moans from you lips as you fight against my hands and try to lift your head to breathe.

"You don't deserve a fucking breath." I snarl furiously, crushing down your head hard with one hand and spank you with the other. "You deserve to fucking scream. So scream."

My cock spears into you even harder as I wrap my hands under you and pull you into each and every thrust, our skin banging together like a drum, our bodies thundering into one another like fighting animals, but the winner is already determined: you never stood a chance. You're my little bitch. And I remind you of it.

"What the fuck are you?"

You try to reply, but can only groan and cry out.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

"I'm... I'm... Arghhhhh..."

"TELL ME."

"I'm your little bitch!" You finally cry out, lifting your head up for just an instant before I crush you back down harder than ever, cutting off any chance for you to make a sound or even take a breath, filling your mouth with fabric and your mind with panicked sparks.

"Then cum, cum for me, little bitch."

Finally I get my scream. Your whole back arches as the orgasm racks your body and makes all of your muscles twitch, clamping your cunt down around my forceful thrusts as sparks arc over your skin. I howl too, as the pleasure is transmitted through your body into mine, my cock pulsing and twitching through your moans, until you're shaking and convulsing from my fucking, your over-sensitive cunt fighting against me until I explode too, moments later, emptying a thick, hot load into you before I finally pull out. Collapsing, panting, over you I at last let you take a breath as I kiss you down your neck.

"Fuck, kitten... Fuck you're so hot... So good... Fuck..."

~~~

Two cups of tea steam in my hands as I wander, still-nude, into the bathroom where you are showering. Behind the steamed-up frosted glass I can see your curves silhouetted against the harsh white lights, and hear your voice singing along to the tune that has disguised my entry. I go to call out and tell you that your tea is ready and that I'll leave it waiting on the side, but instead I hold my tongue, reversing out and placing the two full mugs back by the kettle before perching myself by the bathroom sink and, for a moment at least, just watching. Although the steam and glass obscure my view, the sight of my girl's nude silhouette is still enough to harden my used-up and sensitive cock. I watch as shadows of water drip from your round behind, and admire the full shape of your round breasts cast against the translucent pane. Every movement you make and every glimpse of you I get makes me want you more and more, until I can't resist.

Unable to resist any longer, I jump up from my seat and throw open the shower door, catching just for a moment the look of shock on your face before I wrap my hand around your throat and slam you hard against the tiles. The fight leaves you before it even arrives and a moment later you're limp and helpless, your weakened legs scrambling to keep you upright and to stop you sliding deeper onto the fingers that I've already pushed into you. Instantly you're wet and I smile, knowing you're just the same as me: an insatiably, horny mess.

"Look at you, you needy little cunt, you're all turned on. Is one not enough for you?" My fingers have already found the perfect spot, swollen and needy for my touch, so you can't even form a sarky and bratty reply to my mocking, and instead just look up at me with your big pretty eyes, and use them to beg for more.

A moment later, your leg is cocked up against the shower and my cock is inside you, filling you again and making us both groan as we claw at one another's wet and soapy skin. It's hard to thrust with the slippery floor beneath and the height difference between us, but we're so perfectly matched that I hardly even have to. The slightest of movements press my cock against all the right places, and the incredibly tight, slick grip on my shaft feels incredible even just standing still.

"Holy shit, kitten..." I purr, kissing you and tasting the facewash on your lips mixed with my favourite flavour in the world: the taste of your tongue wrapping around mine. "Fuck you feel so... So so good..."

As we slowly fuck and kiss, my hands caress your body, gripping your bum and groping your perfectly swollen breasts, getting hungrier and hungrier as the feeling of your perfect body gets deeper and deeper into my veins.

"You feel so good too..." You purr back breathilly. "But... I want it harder..."

I don't need a second invitation. Hauling you up off the ground I wedge you against the wall as best I can, not caring the the jet of the shower is pouring right over your face and making you gasp and struggle for breath. Your legs reach out and press yourself against the other wall, slipping on the tiles and struggling for grip, as your hands claw at my back and desperately try to support your weight. Your slippery mass doesn't bother me though. The only thing I'm concerned with is fucking you. Hard. Deep. Fast. My cock forces into your slick little hole and I take you however I can, both of us still sensitive from round one but both just as hungry for more. With every thrust we both slip around, slamming against the walls and gripping onto whatever we can until we're not even sure what's holding us up, but far too into each other to even care. In that moment, the whole world is within the walls of that shower, the hot water and steamy sex the only things that exist any more, one another's bodies the only things that matter.

It isn't long before we're both groaning and biting at one another, the lightning arcing unmistakably between our bodies and making our muscles twitch we we get closer. Suddenly, I slip. My legs give way on the slick tiles and yours flail helplessly in the air until you slam against the floor and your knees almost strike you in the head as your skull smacks against the ground, dazing you and leaving you helpless in my hands. For a moment I panick and go to check you're okay, but my adrenaline fueled, sex-obsessed animal brain cuts me off and demands that I don't stop. Folding you into a mating press against the slippery walls, I pin us both immovably into place and keep thrusting relentlessly, forcing my cock deep and hard into your barely conscious body as one hand holds you in place and the other holds down your throat, not caring about the streams of water that were pouring down onto your shocked and confused face.

You murmer something unintelligible, and I snap back at you to shut the fuck up and take it like a good little bitch. It's only when I feel you cum hard that I realise it was you telling me you were close, but even as you convulse and try subconsciously to break free from me, I don't stop. I keep fucking you, pounding into you, hitting the perfect spot over and over and over without letting you move, speak or even breath. I lose track of how long you've been writhing under me without being allowed to catch your breath, and how many orgasms might have rolled into one endless convulsion before I explode into you again. My purple, over sensitive cock and aching, empty balls cum hard again, and suddenly the strength leaves my body. All of the adrenaline wears off at once and I become all too aware of the pain in my knees from the impact against the tiles, and the burning aches in my muscles from holding us both in place. My chest feels like fire from my breathless panting and my hands feel frozen in place. My cock and balls ache sickeningly from you slipping around as I fucked you and my skin feels gross from the sweaty, soapy water. But I don't care. All I care about is the broken mess of a girl who is purring and panting beneath me. The girl who is all mine.

"I... Made tea..." I smile with a laugh as I roll off you and flop onto the bathmat, my used up cock flopping against my stomach and still dripping with cum and wetness as I try, uselessly, to help you up. "Might be cold now though... I'd make more but... Don't think... Standing... Shit, you're good fun..."