I awoke to the rich aroma of coffee on my nightstand, mingling with the familiar scent of his soap, the musky trace of his beard oil, and the lingering burn of last night’s tequila. My body ached in the best way—used, satisfied, and still craving more.

A slow smile crept onto my lips as I felt his arm tighten around me, the heat of his bare chest radiating against my back. He said nothing, but the way his fingers lazily trailed down my hip, possessive and teasing, sent a shiver through me. I shifted, pressing my ass against him, feeling his cock, already thick and hard, nudging through his sweats.

His breath ghosted over my ear. “Baby… I couldn’t help but dream of you.”

I let out a low hum, my hand sliding down to his hip, fingers tracing the waistband of his pants. I felt the slow twitch of his cock beneath the fabric, a promise of what was to come.

“Mmm… and what did I do in this dream?” I murmured, already loosening his drawstrings, eager to turn his dreams into reality. His length sprang free, thick and pulsing in my grip. I gave it a slow, teasing stroke, relishing the way his breath hitched against my neck.

His voice was husky with desire. “We were at a party. You wore that pink dress—the one that makes my cock ache just looking at you. Only this one had more sparkle, and your tits were practically spilling out of it.”

I gasped as he shifted, his hips grinding against mine. My body responded instantly, a heat pooling between my legs.

“Yes, baby, keep talking,” I whispered, biting my lip as I stroked him, feeling his cock pulse in my grasp.

“It was a Gatsby-style party,” he continued, voice thick with lust. “Someone offended your honor… so I fucked them up. Left them walking like a cowboy for the rest of their life.”

I couldn’t help but giggle, but the sound melted into a gasp as he moved from spooning me to pinning me beneath him. His cock, hot and thick, pressed between my folds, rubbing against my clit with agonizing slowness.

My breath hitched as I ran my palms over his hard chest, feeling the strength beneath his skin. “…And what, exactly, did they do to deserve such an aggressive response?”

His lips curved into a wicked smirk as he leaned in, kissing me just below my ear. “He spilled his drink on your dress. So I made sure he regretted ever laying eyes on you. Then I took you to a guest room… to ‘help’ clean you up. And, well…”

He didn’t finish the sentence—his actions did it for him. In one swift motion, he pulled my panties down, tossing them aside like they were nothing more than an inconvenience. I barely had time to register the liberator wedge appearing beneath my hips before his hands were on me, tilting my body upward.

His lips found my neck, trailing fire up to my jawline. I could feel his nose burying into my hair, his breath warm against my skin. He was savoring me, drawing out my anticipation like the bastard he was. My pussy throbbed with need, and still, he took his time, reveling in my desperation.

His fingers trailed down my inner thigh—deliberate, teasing. Fuck, he knew how much I loved being touched there. I shuddered, and he took that as permission to take what he wanted.

I moaned as his fingers slid against my slick folds, spreading me open. “Fuck, you fucking bastard…”

He let out a dark chuckle, his cock nudging at my entrance. “What was that, baby?”

I bit my lip, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg. But I should’ve known better.

His tongue flicked over my nipple before he sucked it into his mouth, his teeth grazing just enough to send a shock of pleasure straight to my core. At the same time, his cock pushed inside me—slow, stretching, making me feel every inch.

I gasped, my back arching off the bed.

“Mmm,” I groaned into his ear as he bottomed out, his thick cock throbbing deep inside me. His face was inches from mine, his breath ragged, his eyes locked onto my chest as it rose and fell.

He pulled out just enough to torment me before slamming back in, making me cry out. God, he was so thick. I raked my nails down his back, reveling in the way his muscles tensed beneath my touch.

He reached behind him, grabbing a pillow and shoving it beneath my hips. Then he lifted my top leg, hooking it over his arm. Fuck, his cock—

His other hand grabbed my chin, forcing my lips to his in a hungry, consuming kiss. His tongue claimed me just as his cock did, thrusting deep, filling me in a way that left me breathless.

I moaned into his mouth as he fucked me harder, his pace unforgiving, his grip bruising. Every snap of his hips sent shockwaves through me, my body tightening around him.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I gasped. “Please—fuck me. I’m yours.”

He groaned, his grip on me tightening. “Your wish is my command, princess.”

I almost rolled my eyes at the nickname, but the next thrust had me too lost in pleasure to care.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled out completely, leaving me empty and aching. Before I could protest, his mouth was on me, his lips wrapping around my clit, his tongue working me with sinful precision.

I cried out, my hands flying to his hair, tugging hard.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Please, I need you.”

He chuckled against me, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through my core. “Patience, baby.”

Fuck patience.

I tried to move, to pull him back on top of me, but he held me down effortlessly, his tongue delving into my pussy, his fingers curling inside me, stretching me in a way that had me trembling.

I came with a desperate cry, my body shaking, my vision blurring. And still, he didn’t stop.

I barely had time to catch my breath before he was back on top of me, his cock slamming inside me again, deeper this time, harder. My nails raked down his chest, leaving marks in their wake.

“I want to see you cum for me,” he growled.

My body obeyed before my mind could catch up. I clenched around him, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave, dragging him down with me.

His hips stuttered, his cock pulsing as he spilled deep inside me. But he wasn’t done.

He pulled out, his cum dripping from my pussy. With one last mischievous smirk, he pushed my breasts together, stroking his still-hard cock between them.

I looked up at him, eyes dark with desire, lips parted. “Cum for me, baby,” I whispered.

His groan was guttural as he spilled across my chest, marking me, claiming me.

It was a morning I wouldn’t forget.

A perfect morning.

A perfect start to a perfect day.