Wild Awakening

I blinked awake to the dim glow of moonlight slicing through the blinds, only to find her silhouette looming above me. 'Good morning, sleepyhead,' she purred, her voice laced with that sharp edge I adored. 'Or should I say, good night? You've been tossing all evening, muttering about how horny you are. Figured I'd help you out before you explode.'

She was strong, unyielding, her thighs like velvet steel as she shifted forward. 'Don't just lie there gawking. Tell me, lover—does this make that hard cock of yours twitch?' Her hand brushed my growing length through the sheets, teasing without mercy. I groaned, 'You're playing dirty already? What happened to foreplay?'

'Foreplay is for the weak,' she shot back with a wicked grin, straddling higher until her wet, dripping pussy hovered inches from my lips. The scent of her arousal hit me like a drug. 'Now, be a good boy and taste what you've been dreaming about.'

I didn't need more invitation. My tongue darted out, lapping at her swollen folds as she rode me like a wild stallion, grinding down with confident power. 'That's it—devour my sweet nectar,' she panted, her ass flexing above me while sweat beaded on her skin. She reached back, stroking my throbbing cock. 'Imagine this in your mouth instead of a blowjob tease later. But right now, focus on making me come.'

Her hips bucked harder, dripping wetness coating my chin as I sucked her clit. Panting filled the room, her strong hands gripping the headboard. 'Fuck, yes—harder!' she commanded, not submissive but commanding the rhythm. I felt her tense, then she came strongly on my face, cum flooding my tongue in hot waves while she moaned my name like a victory cry.