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It was so stuffy in the room and the rattling aircon provided no relief to a humid February night. Still, at least we hadn't had to contend with a couple loudly fucking in the room next to us, unlike the poor bastards in the room next to us. It had been quite a day but it couldn't be helped, she just tasted so good. It was all her fault, really. After all, my groans and growls were tasteful and understated, she was the loud one.

A slow, late night walk down to the beach, talking silly bullshit and holding hands had been a really sweet end to a ferocious and carnal evening. We'd cuddled up when we got back, the sheets kicked to the floor during some tender canoodling. She apologised sleepily afterwards, like she was embarrassed it wasn't the ***istic roughness we'd indulged in earlier. I explained that it was great, softness contrasts and makes the hard feel so much harder but she was still sheepish, ***. I wanted to ease her mind, break the tension. I offered that if she got up before me she was welcome to wake me up happily. As old as I am, I'd never been woken up by a blowjob and while I was half joking to put her at ease, my look let her know that I was also serious about the offer and she had my consent. She lightened, giggled and then admitted an unfulfilled fantasy of hers was to be fucked awake. So we agreed: whoever woke first had some work to do. Then we chatted softly, both wrestling the sweet comfort of closeness against the oppressive heat, before drifting off to sleep.

It was just after 3am and I'd woken to the percussive AC and the realisation that I'd forgotten to turn the light off in the bathroom. The events of the previous day had been running through my dreams and I was ***fully hard. Memories of her whimpering "daddy" and begging to be allowed to cum, screaming "ow!" in sobs, tears in her eyes when I'd pounded myself into her in missionary with her legs on my shoulder, then commanding desperately for me keep fucking her when I'd checked in. She loved the ***, she explained afterwards, and as much of a surprise as it was to me, I really loved hurting her.

She looked so beautiful bathed in that soft light in the small hours. This sweet, kind, bubbly woman who had nuzzled into my chest and napped with me on the grass on our first date, who looked like beauty personified as a sweaty mess with makeup smeared across her face, dick drunk from climax after climax. I was more than a little smitten with the duality of her. I listened to her breath gently and thought to wait for my hard on to die down and then cuddle into her to share all the gentle feelings flowing through me. My eyes traced down her topless back to her arse, her legs splayed, her underwear hanging a little loose to let her pretty pussy peak out from beneath. Fuck, she was delicious.

For a moment I hesitated, but just for a moment. She'd told me it was a fantasy of hers and who was I to deny this angelic creature such fulfillment?

As gently as I could manage, I moved her underwear to the side and licked my fingers to prepare but found her already wet. She moved sleepily, not quite waking but responding to my touch, and then just like that, I was inside her. No easing in, no warming up, I pushed myself deep and felt her tightness stretch around me. Fuck, that alone was almost enough to make me lose it, she felt so good. I let the demon take over and began to fuck her mercilessly. In only a few strokes she was wide awake, groaning loudly her consent. That was all I needed to hear from her.

One hand covered her mouth while the other found her throat, using it for leverage to thrust into her slow and deep. She slobbered against my fingers as her muffled screams filled the room. Pulling her face back to mine, consciously trying to overwhelm her with my body, I growled low in her ear "shut the fuck up. Good girls don't wake the neighbours".

She tried to be quiet but my pounding was only building in intensity and she let out muted squeaks and mumbles as she clenched around me, drowning my cock in her pleasure, spurring me on to fuck her even harder. "Shut the fuck up!" my voice was gravel, her soft ear against my lips. She began to shudder as she tightened, like she was trying to push me out. I was not having that. I ***d myself into her again and again as her orgasm tore through her body and I fucked her through it.

"Be a good girl and fucking take it." On and on, telling her how good her sopping wet hole felt stretched around me as I tried to break it apart, how she was so beautiful when she was covered in slobber and slick and sweat. I didn't stop until she was a puddle, a thoughtless wet mess. She was absolutely divine.

I held her there, still inside her and stroked her gently, praising her being such a good girl for me. A few minutes passed and she stirred to life, kissing me deeply. She was happily buzzed but zi could sense she wanted more. "Shower?" I offered and she moved to get out of bed.

Seeing her stumble to her feet and struggle to pull the wet undies off hit me right in the cock and I stroked myself slowly, watching her fumble. She looked so pretty in that half light and as she headed into the bathroom I rushed to follow after her, spinning her naked body to face me so that I could kiss her passionately. Our hands explored each other and I could feel the beast inside me pulling at its leash, as could she. "I'm not done with you" I commanded, sternly.

I turned her around and pushed her shoulders forward slightly, finding my way inside her again, right there standing up in the middle of the bathroom. I gripped her hips hard, hoping she'd come up in bruises in the days to come as a memory of our time together. I was mean about it, thrusting as deeply as I could. I wanted to hurt her, I wanted her to feel me for a week as the image of her face, contorted in *** and her eyes filled with tears, consumed my mind. Why was it turning me on so much!? Through her gasps and screams, through the hypnotic sensations of driving myself almost maliciously into her, all I could focus on was breaking like a doll.

She told me I was going to make her cum again and before I could even think, I had a fistful of her hair and was scorning her to ask me properly. "Please Daddy, please!!" like a sinner begging for forgiveness from the lord, "Please let me cum!!" The poor neighbours.

"Pretty little slut, so greedy." It wasn't a yes, it was a test to see if she'd wait for permission and she did. I smacked her arse hard as a reward, and again. She groaned, her focus on trying to hold back the tide. "Do you feel how hard I am for you?" The way she whimpered, I wanted to ruin her. "Cum on me." She shuddered and screamed, her warm little hole slicked and tightening in a vain attempt to resist my deep thrusts. "That's it, good girl, I love feeling you cum on me."

She tried to catch her breath as her orgasm subsided. I walked her into the shower, giving delicate kisses and praise, gently soaping her body and telling her beautiful she was, how our time together had felt magical. We kissed, slow at first but building until I couldn't keep my touch away from her. Even with the warm water of the shower, I could feel the wetness of her pretty slit and again I was hard.

I took her hair in my hand and told her to turn and face the wall, using it to pin her in place. She arched her back, pushing her arse up and welcoming me to use her again. She had nowhere to go, her body pressed against the cold tiles by mine, her head trapped in place by my firm grip on her hair. I tried brutally to break through her, feeling her clench around my throbbing girth again and again, her voice hoarse as all concern for our neighbours went down the drain like suds. Every time she called me daddy and begged me just drove me harder, pushed me to be more vicious, more violent with that pretty little cunt of hers. I rubbed her clit hard with my free hand and pushed her over the edge as she spasmed and almost collapsed, catching her as she tumbled, and held her up.

We were spent, in need of tenderness, contrasting the brutality I'd exhibited upon her mere seconds ago. I held her, praised her, kissed her sweetly before washing her hair. I guided her from the shower and dried her off gently. We were both delirious, exhausted, euphoric. I walked her back to bed and we held each other, her wet hair cooling my skin as we fell asleep in a tangled embrace.

The best thing I read in morning with morning wood😁too goood man

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