Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 62: Her Desire to Cum the First Thing in the Morning (R-18)

Chapter 62: Her Desire to Cum the First Thing in the Morning (R-18)

A soft breeze slipped through the open window, rustling the curtains and morning sunlight spill into the room. My eyes fluttered open, heavy and slow, the world coming into focus bit by bit. The pink satin sheets were tangled around my legs, still damp from last night, and the air smelled faintly of sweat and Sara’s lavender perfume.

"Ahm..." I groaned, my voice scratchy, my body aching in that good-but-tired way. Then I felt it—a warm, wet sensation around my groin, something moving under the sheet, licking my dick and caressing my balls with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Oh god... not in the morning..." I muttered, the pleasure building fast, too fast for my half-awake brain to handle. Morning wood was already a thing, stiff and ready like it always was when I woke up, but this—this was next level.

*Gawk, gawk*—the sound hit me before I even looked, sloppy and wet, and I pulled the sheet back. There was Sara, her lips wrapped around my dick, sucking it.

I grabbed her head, my fingers tangling in her hair, and she popped up with a grin, crawling up my body to rest her chin on my chest.

"Good morning, puppy!" she chirped, way too cheerful for how wrecked I felt.

"Ahm... morning..." I mumbled back, rubbing my eyes with one hand. My dick throbbed, still buzzing from her mouth, and I could barely think straight. She was relentless—morning wood was already overwhelming, and her jumping on it like that was like pouring gas on a fire.

She cupped my cheeks with both hands, her skin warm against mine, and leaned in to kiss me. Her naked body pressed down, her boobs soft and heavy on my chest, our bare skin sticking together from the leftover sweat of last night.

Her lips tasted like me, a little salty, and she pulled back just enough to smirk.

"You know I love to cum as soon as I wake up," she said, her voice low and teasing as she climbed higher, straddling my chest now, her thighs brushing my sides.

I sighed, already feeling the weight of her energy. "Why not do it with Daniel?" I asked, my voice flat and tired. I shifted under her, the bed creaking softly, the sunlight catching the edge of her face as she loomed over me.

She tilted her head, her hair falling over one shoulder, and gave me a look like I’d said something dumb.

"Because Daniel’s got no stamina. He just says no and rolls over," she said, scooting up even more, making herself comfortable right over my face. "But you... my puppy... you’re my personal slut. So do as I say." Before I could even respond, she spat on my face—quick and sharp, the wet warmth hitting my cheek.

Then she pressed her hips down, her pussy right against my mouth, warm and already slick.

"Ahhmm... so good..." she moaned, her voice hitching as she rocked against me, chasing that tingling sensation she loved so much.

Her thighs squeezed my head, locking me in place, and her hands grabbed the headboard for balance, the wood knocking lightly against the wall. The sunlight streamed in brighter now, painting her skin gold, and I could hear the faint chirping of birds outside mixing with her little gasps.

"Fuck, Sara..." I mumbled into her warm hole, my voice muffled as I gave in, my tongue moving because what else was I gonna do? She giggled above me, a soft, wicked sound, and ground down harder. "That’s it, puppy, just like that," she purred, her fingers tightening on the headboard. "Make me cum before breakfast."

The room was waking up around us—the wind picking up, the curtains fluttering, the fish tank in the center of hall bubbling quietly—but all I could feel was her heat, her weight, her spit drying on my face as she rode me like she owned me. And maybe she did.

Still pinned beneath Sara, her thighs clamped around my head, her warm, slick pussy pressed against my mouth. My hands slid up her body, fingers brushing over the curve of her hips before finding her boobs. I groped them, squeezing the soft weight in my palms, feeling her nipples harden under my touch.

"Ahh... yeahh..." she moaned, her voice low and shaky, tossing her head to the side. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulder, messy and wild from sleep, catching the sunlight in little glints.

She rocked her hips harder against my face, chasing the feeling, her skin flushed and sweaty against mine.

I pressed my lips tighter against her, smooching her labia, my tongue darting out to lick up the wet juices leaking from her hole.

She tasted sharp and sweet, her heat overwhelming as I sucked her pussy over, my breath hot against her skin. The bed creaked under us, the pink satin sheets twisting around my legs.

"Ahhh... fuck... yeahhh... I’m almost there..." she gasped, her voice breaking as her pussy walls tightened around my tongue, clenching with every flick. Her whole body started to shiver, little tremors running through her thighs, and I could feel her losing it.

I sped up, flapping my tongue against her clit, fast and relentless, driving her right to the edge.

With a sudden jolt, her hands shot down, grabbing fistfuls of my hair.

"Ahhh!" she cried out, yanking hard as she clutched her pussy against my mouth, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her hips bucked, grinding into me as she rode it out, her moans filling the room—raw and loud. "Huh... oh god..." she panted, her head tilting back, eyes squeezing shut, her chest heaving as she trembled above me.

The sunlight caught the sweat on her neck, glistening as she arched, her boobs still in my hands, soft and heavy.

I pulled back just enough to catch my breath, my lips slick and tingling, my own chest rising and falling fast. Sara slumped forward a little, her hands sliding from my hair to brace against the headboard again.

Her thighs still quivered around me, her pussy wet and warm against my chin as she came down, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine.

"Fuck, puppy..." she whispered, a lazy grin spreading across her face, her voice hoarse. "That’s how you wake me up."