So good. Mmm. Rubbing and dragging over my plump lips. Oh god. My pussy spasms. Wanting. Needed.

I am stirring, that moment between deep sleep and semi-consciousness. My hips roll into the bed. I am on my stomach; I never sleep on my stomach. Mmm…stop thinking and keep feeling.

What the hell? A large strong hand clamps down covering my mouth. Another hand tangles in my hair, tight against my head. A sudden thrust up into me, hard, unforgiving. My eyes fly open. It’s dark. A moment of panic. Scream, I can’t. That hand is denying me the ability. Run, escape. There is a heaviness on my ass. I’m pinned. My nose flares as I draw a deep breath in. Heart pounding, bursting out of my chest. My head is being pulled up and back. Another thrust, borderline painful, forcing my body up the bed. A feeling of splitting in half.

A soft dim light is coming from somewhere far behind me. It hardly creeps into the darkness of the room. More weight. Now against my back, my whole body is covered. Suffocating. It is pushing me down into the bed. The hard thick shaft, that is repeatedly ramming my soft folds, is pulled nearly clear out. In my overwhelming fear, my pussy clenches. I feel the warmth of moisture building between my thighs; my body, the traitor. Needing, pulsing, panicking.

A guttural breath to my ear, “Mine." My body involuntary bucks. My juices surge forth as another punishing invasion of my soft channel comes, this time even deeper, banging into my wall.

A forceful bite where my neck curves into my shoulder as the pussy pounding continues. In, out, in, out, the driving motion begins to quicken.

My body relaxes and my mind stops, calms. My trigger, that deep voice. My very being knows where it is, knows it is safe. Serenity from deep within takes over. Peace.

The muscles deep in my pelvis tighten as he withdraws. I have an instant sense of emptiness. My one knee draws up on its own, opening for him, accepting what he is giving me, even needing it. His hand in my hair is becoming painful. He is using my head for leverage, tugging back as he again punishes my dripping slit.

This time though he moves his hand from my mouth to my neck. I take a deep gasping breath.

A loud moan escapes my lips, “Oh, please.”

On their own accord, my hips roll up to receive the next onslaught.

My hands reach up to push back against the headboard. Deeper, harder. I need this.

“Aaahhh… Oh god…”

I feel more than hear his labored breath as his mouth is at the top of my head. With each thrust, a straining exhale blows my hair and heats my scalp. He is marking his territory, branding me with his own need.

My pussy is pulsing now, faster, tighter. It is gripping his hard cock, trying to continue its hold on his shaft. A primal need is tugging at my pubic muscles. Squeezing, milking.

“Please… now… please… may…” Screaming, begging. Tensing my entire body, trying to holding back.

“Cum, my pet. Cum… for me, NOW,” he snarls through labored breath.

My body takes over to answer his command. It listens, hears, connects to him. I convulse in my restrained space. I arch my back only to hit his chest, denying me the extension. His body, a restraint. Cumming, a deep crushing force, I am bearing down and contracting up all at the same time. It is complete, coming from my very soul, giving every ounce I have to give.

He lets out a low resonating growl.

His last drive into my dripping pussy is painfully deep. He holds himself there, jerking in my tight channel. I can feel the burning shots of hot cum pelting at my core.

Suddenly, calm and relaxed, my mouth forms a lazy, smug smile. “Mmmmm… I love you. Thank you. You so own my ass,” I mumble, half laughing.

It happens in an instant. I bolt upright. I am covered in a glistening film of sweat. The sheets are knotted and twisted. A pillow is lodged against my mound and between my thighs. My pussy is drenched and my nipples are hard and piercingly erect. I reach down to feel my sensitive twitching clit and engorged, slick lips. I look around at the…very empty bed. The bright red numbers on the clock say 3:03.

I giggle. Grabbing another pillow and hugging it, I throw myself down. Oh god, what a freaking dream!

I drift off to the thought, “Jeez, I hope they change these pillows before the next guest checks into the room.”