He did not ask, it was Surprise Brutal Morning Sex ♕

Surprise Brutal Morning Sex

I could not help it, I screamed at the start of the surprise, brutal morning sex as his morning wood harshly forced its way into me.

A minute before, I was deep asleep. Just a moment before, I gently became aware of what my body was feeling. Scruffy whiskers on my shoulder and neck, hot breath with a low growl in my ear. A slickness surrounds my swollen nether region. A soft, sinful stroke from a heavy, thick invader at my opening.

Before I could understand what I was feeling, there was a merciless thrust slamming between my lip,s drilling to the core of me. A pounding pulse as fast as my heartbeat straight to my core.

A searing, coiling tension sprang from nowhere straight through my sex. His every commanding thrust wreathed heat tighter, lashing through me like a whip

In my depths, a blaze alight of brutal need. Like  Kraken of the keep, his arms tightened in a crushing embrace, his hand palmed my breast. He grunted with a terrible need and fierce pleasure. My instinctive response was whimpering pleas for him to never stop.

His leg slid over my hip, rolling us over till he was lying on top of me. He had me pinned to the bed, and he stopped moving, pressing both his legs between mine to spread them wide.

My hips moved, powerless need for and on his manhood. I began to move my hips gently to and fro in uncontrollable need. The intensity and strength increased the longer he remained motionless. His hands dropped to my hips as he grabbed hold.

Possibly trying to take back control of the surprise brutal morning sex he had started.

With a roar, he yanked out of me, thrusting his body back upright onto his knees. But he was not about to let me rest.

The sudden separation from him, removing his staff from me, caused me to freeze and let out a sobbing scream, stealing my ability to think. I needed him to use me as he chose as long as he used my body.

“Please,” I changed, begging, though muffled in the pillows, I was devastated to feel completely alone and empty. Untouched, floating in a barren existence.

Before the cry was over or my body could respond, he grabbed my hips again. Heaving them back forcing my ass up though my knees were spread wide. Driving forward, he impaled me so he hit my cervix.

It was as if he had hit the play at fast-forward. Holding my hips tightly with his hands he pulled my ass back and held on.

My body began to twerk faster than I thought. It was ferocious, excruciatingly rapturous. I felt his head rubbing back and forth against my cervix like it was grinding it away. His hand moved, pressing down on my lower back.

My back bowed with my nipples to my knees, I had no thought. My feminine power was in control as if my ass was a perpetual motion machine. And my body provided squirts to lube us. Over and over, I squirted in orgasm. Only a handful of moments had elapsed since I was deeply asleep.

Yet here I was already orgasming, as a free-use sex toy for his surprise brutal morning sex.

He is so sweet and loving. Yet the gentle making love that turns to  Sex All Night that is brutal fucking animal passionate love making.

It has me so addicted that that morning I… Want more call me…