Jeff had been awake for an hour checking his phone for sports stats and making reckless bets that he'd come to regret by the night's end. It was a habit he had yet to give up, along with drinking too much. He loved a good buzz and the adrenaline gambling gave him. He was immersed in details and read articles that boosted his predictions. He didn't need the money, he needed the victory. But as yesterday's loss had triggered his early morning addiction, a win would be no different. He thought nothing of the cycle as he placed another bet.
When Anna stirred, Jeff put his phone down. She shifted over, laying her head on his hard chest, then straightened her legs, barely reaching his kneecap. He petted her head while she ran her fingers over his hairy stomach.
Closing his eyes, Jeff saw her tear-stained face, looking back at him. He was unsure of all he had said to her last night. His mouth and fists always got the best of him when he was angry. His brother had always mocked him on the matter, joking that Jeff turned into the Hulk when he was angry. But in the midst of irritation, he often lost himself.
The sleeping beauty at his side was anything but helpful in the matter. Old flames always did their best to calm him down, walking on eggshells to prevent an outburst. But Anna was different from the rest. She drove him up the wall, testing his patience and adding a bittersweet energy to his drunken heart. And like a double shot of whiskey, he craved her toxic ways.
After a while, Anna shifted again. This time she grabbed her stuffed animal and, found another comfortable position with her ass cocked on his elbow.
Turning on his side, Jeff snuggled her precious body, fitting in his arms like a life-sized doll.
"Good morning, little one."
"Mmm, mornin'," she sleepily murmured, swaying her ass across his stomach.
"You best stop teasing me." Jeff licked the sensitive spot on her ear.
"I'm not...."
Naked save for a pink pair of cotton panties, Anna swept a sheet over her breasts and wiggled her ass. He snatched the thin material away, uncovering her tanned, narrowed shoulders.
"Mmm. Stop, I'm cold," she whined, clinging to her stuffed animal.
"Daddy's going to warm you up."
Slinging Anna on her back, Jeff buried his head into her chest. A fruity splash of Bath and Body Works mixed with the coconut afternotes in her hair assaulted his nose.
"Ugh, stop, I wanna go back to sleep," she groaned.
Jeff was primed for a morning fuck, his cock refusing to rest. Holding her still, he licked at her soft nipples, coaxing them erect. He palmed her stomach, and she tightened her ab muscles and allowed his molestation with little fight, drifting into a peaceful rest.
Craving her participation, Jeff bit down on her nipple. Her eyes widened with a pout centered on his head.
"Stop! I'm tired."
"You're not tired. You knew what you were doing, teasing me."
"No, I wasn't," she rocked in an attempt to remove his mouth from her sensitive bud.
Jeff ventured into her underwear, easily finding her clit, and rubbed until warm moisture hit his fingertips.
"Mmm, ugh, stop," Anna groaned, pulling at his wrist. "Leave me alone. It's too early."
Backing out, Jeff rubbed her pussy through the cotton fabric, leaning up to nibble her ear. He needed her badly and couldn't stop himself.
"UH!" Anna scrunched her shoulders as he attacked her nape with harsher kisses, "Uh no, mmm, stop."
"Don't tell me to stop," he growled upon her ear, sending shivers up her spine.
"Stop... it tickles..."
Jeff hooked a finger against the thin material, concealing his obsession, "Take these off."
He roughly rushed her panties down her hips and almost ripped them off. She twisted to face him with usual annoyance and swatted his prying hands.
"Stop, like seriously. It's almost 6. I've got to-"
Jeff hauled her forward and cupped her bare ass, "Come on, baby girl."
"No. Uh, Get off me."
Pleading again for a simple morning fuck, Jeff eased his cock between her clamped thighs. He caught her wrists when she moved to fight off his advances. She pulled her arm from his grip, and groggily hopped out of bed, winning an obstacle,
"I said no."
"Where do you think you're going?" Jeff grabbed his hard-on, "Come play with him, baby."
"I can't play right now. I've got to get ready. I have class today," she whined with annoyance, popping her forehead on the mattress.
"Aww, you poor baby," he mocked, roughly tousling her curly hair draped in a high bun, "You have it so hard, don't you?"
Catching his tone, Anna lifted her head and rolled her eyes, "Shut up," she plopped, laying her cheek back down to pout.
Jeff hauled her by the hair to face his falsely lit rage, "Who are you telling to shut up?"
"Stop," she raised, punching his arm. Stop being annoying. I don't have time to play with you."
Jeff snapped into Dom mode and hardened his features, "If you have time to run your fucking mouth, you've got time for Daddy to use you."
"Whatever."
"Stop being a fucking Brat."
"Stop being a gross, weird Perv."
Laughing at her name-calling, Jeff dragged her head down into the mattress, provoking rage from his bullied wife. He was too big and bulky to fight off, but she didn't mind a challenge. Using her tiny shoulder muscles, she pulled free and smacked his forehead.
"You messed my hair up, You friggin' asshole!"
"Oh, you're begging for a spanking, huh?"
"No, I'm not," Anna sneered, "You need a spanking 'cause you literally ruined my hair!"
"Oh hush, your hair was already like that. You can wash that mop when I finish cleaning your dirty mouth."
"Excuse you?" Anna rolled her eyes, "You need to go clean your friggin' balls. I can smell them from all the way over here. Nasty ass."
"You, mmm," Shaking his head, Jeff chuckled and swung one leg off the bed. She was pushing his buttons and, rightfully, backed away from him.
"Come on," he waved his large hand, then casually patted his toned thigh, "I know you need a good fucking."
"You wish. Go back to sleep, old man."
Jeff confidently smiled, enjoying her insulting remarks, "Keep begging, little girl."
"Whatever. I am not begging for anything; you're delusional."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jeff kneaded his shaft, "So you don't want this?"
"Nope. Keep playing with your little dick 'cause you're not getting this."
"Nothing little about this right here."
Anna wasn't blind; she could see his passionate eight inches. Jeff proudly flaunted his blessing, seductively sliding his large hand up against his pale shaft, teasing her nature. She never thought she'd find a match with an older white man. But there he was, a strong-nosed bull with a head full of salt and pepper waves and the most luscious lips peeking through a thick dark beard, making her melt on the spot. He was a toxic psycho who was dreamily obsessed with her, staring her down across the room.
Anna wiped her eyes and quickly fought her attraction, averting them from his sharpened stroke and focused stare. She looked his way as he got into his exploit with throaty moans.
