My eyes squint, tummy grumbles, body aches, the sun is blasting through the shutters announcing the day, and he’s touching me. Sleep is glorious, especially since the bed is so much warmer than the room temperature. 

“Feed me first.” I mumble out. 

“No can do.” He says. “Your body is too warm, soft, and sweet. Mmmmm. Your skin nice and blushed from sleep.”

I can feel his cock, the ridged length pressing against my ass, his legs scooting in between mine, parting my thighs. He’s twisting our bodies taking me under him, efficiently. His breath on my neck, his dirty words teasing and flirting with me, hands squeezing my breasts, our bodies rubbing and heating each other up. I am no longer hungry, except for him. I want to devour and be devoured by him. 

I lock my arm around his neck, twisting and bringing myself over onto my stomach, lifting my ass so he can enter me, he does so, fluidly,  without hesitation. I sigh, feeling the weight of him stretching me, laying on my back, taking the pleasure between my thighs. 

 My wetness vibrates against the walls, the ease of his motions being lubricated well by my cum. I only imagine what his cock looks like soaked in me. I feel my toes curl under the addition of that image, and soak him further in my jealousy. 

I feel him spreading my opening with his hands, spanking and sandwiching his cock between my holes. He asks and I can only whimper. He asks again and my response is incoherent. “Please, cum Daddy.”

There’s a flood of warmth shot across my back. I lay there reigning in my breaths. 

“Now that I fed you, go make us breakfast.” He sarcastically says. 

 I laugh…