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Sleep makes your head thick, your body sending muted signals that you struggle to interpret. There’s a weight on your back, pressing you into the bed. Sleep tries to drag you under, and you’re not sure if it’s been five seconds or five minutes when you surface again. The weight is good; warm and comforting, but heavier than your blankets. Your legs are spread; you don’t normally sleep like that. Your heavy eyelids can’t open, but there’s pressure between your legs that keeps you from sleep’s grasp. It’s not quite pain or discomfort…
Oh my god.
You gasp as your pleasure centers come online and you feel the stretch in your cunt. The insistent press of a cock thrusting into you slowly, filling you up and pressing in in in before withdrawing.
Adam and you discussed this weeks ago. You were shy at first, worried about scaring him off with your weird kinks, but as with everything you’ve revealed to him, he was on board immediately. This is the third time it’s happened, but your heartbeat still skyrockets when your conscious brain catches up and you realize you’ve woken up to being fucked.
“Adam,” you moan as he pushes back inside you. At this angle, it isn’t easy to take his big cock.
“Hey baby,” he whispers happily in your ear, no different than when you wake up in his arms in the morning, and he looks at you like you hung the moon just for him. He pushes in even further, so intense it stops just short of too much. “Woke up needing you.”
The garbled sound of sleepy lust that comes out of you makes Adam chuckle. He presses a rough kiss to your shoulder.
“You can go back to sleep if you want,” he teases. You both know there’s no chance of that, even if you wanted to, which you absolutely don’t. “I just needed a tight hole to breed.”
You clench around him, and he shudders against you, letting out a muffled moan against the skin of your back.
“Do you need my cum?” he asks, and your brain short-circuits for a moment.
“Mmhmm.” Your answer is more of an affirmative moan into your pillow.
“Use your words,” he commands, his usually light voice deepening. This version of him is rare. Your sweet, soft partner is so full of respect, love, and care for you that sometimes you think you’ll break into a million pieces. This is a treat for both of you, and he grows more and more bold in this dominant role every time.
“I need your cum,” you say, barely above a whisper, your cheeks heating.
He pulls out until just the tip of his cock is inside of you, tugging at the edges of your hole, before slamming back into you with an erotic slap of skin on skin and wetness.
“What was that?” he asks, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.
“Please,” you moan. “Cum inside of me, breed me, I need you.”
“That’s better,” he coos, moving so you take more of his weight on your back, and his hands can grab onto your hips. His fingers sink into your flesh. “You’re such a good whore for me. You got wet in your sleep as soon as I started touching you. Your cunt is needy for me even when you’re unconscious.”
You let out a choked moan, and you swear you get even wetter. But Adam doesn’t give you time to think or respond. He speeds up his thrusts, racing towards a punishing pace as he pistons into you.
Clawing at the bed beneath, you rock your hips, meeting his hard thrusts and taking him as deep as you can. You want to feel him in your stomach, and he’s big enough that even at this angle, he can reach far, but it’s not quite enough. You whine.
He doesn’t need to ask what you need, he already knows. He slows down before withdrawing, leaving you clenching around nothing and feeling desperate at the loss of his cock. But you don’t have to wait long; he pulls you up by the hips, ass up, face down, and plunges back into you. The angle makes all the difference, and he goes even deeper, slamming into the end and stretching you even further as your body struggles to accommodate him. His moan mingles with your cry.
“That’s it,” he sighs, content now that his entire cock is buried inside of you.
It’s the only warning you get before he resumes his fast pace, pulling you back onto his cock like you’re a toy he’s fucking. All you can do is hold onto the sheets and take it. You rock back, entirely controlled by Adam’s grip on your hips as he plunges into you over and over.
“So wet for me,” he pants, making you hyperaware of the sound your cunt makes as he fucks you. “You love being bred, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” you moan, fingers tightening in the sheets until your knuckles turn white. You clench around him involuntarily again and he only fucks you faster and harder in response.
“So scared of getting pregnant but you want my cum all the time,” he remarks, aiming for cool and collected but he can’t keep the rasp out of his voice.
The choked sound you make is all the answer he gets, the twist of embarrassment as satisfying as the burn of being well fucked.
“Gonna fill your belly with my seed,” he continues, fingers digging hard into your hips. You hope they leave marks so you can see the evidence of how wild you made him. “Knock you up and make your stomach swell, suck the milk from your chest.”
You quiver and pulse around him. Your voice comes out muffled. “Please.”
“What’s that, baby?” he asks in that teasing tone that lets you know he heard you just fine, but he wants you to beg.
“Please, daddy, cum inside me, fill me up.” The words fall from your mouth faster than your brain can think them. “Keep fucking me until it takes, keep me full of your seed and plug me so it can’t leak out.”
“Shit,” he groans, voice wrecked.
That’s what undoes you, and suddenly you’re coming on his cock, from penetration and Adam’s voice alone. Pleasure bursts through you in pulses as you squeeze rhythmically around his huge cock, your brain going blank. Your hips jerk, your back arches, and Adam keeps his pace steady as you ride out your ecstasy on his dick.
“Fuck,” Adam exhales, and you know from his tone that he’s close.
You don’t know how you pull yourself together enough to speak, but you manage to moan, “Cum inside me, daddy. Let go.”
Two more thrusts and he’s pushing in so deep that he sparks another round of orgasmic waves in you, his cock jerking so hard that you can feel every movement, every spurt of his precious cum. He spills load after load inside of you, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm, soft moans working their way out of his chest.
He gives a few more weak thrusts, letting out nasal little unf’s each time he sheaths himself inside of you until he finally stills, his hips pressed against your ass. Your combined heavy breaths are the only sound you hear as he eases the tight grip he has on your hips.
“Don’t pull out,” you say quickly, because even as your orgasm fades, you still want to feel him inside of you.
“I won’t,” he promises, rubbing soothing hands up your sides before he wraps his arms around you in a hug. “Do you want to lie down again? If you ease yourself down, I can stay inside you while we change positions.”
“That sounds good,” you agree tiredly, and with Adam’s help you manage to lie down without disconnecting.
He rests his weight on you, “This okay?”
You mumble that you’re more than okay and he kisses your shoulder, your neck, your check, anywhere he can reach.
“You’re so good for me,” he whispers in your ear, and you automatically clench around him as a new wave of arousal hits you. His praise always does that, and he knows it. He moans as you squeeze his spent cock and his hips thrust, but you can already feel him softening.
“I want you inside me always,” you murmur, reaching back to hold his hip even though he’s not trying to get away.
“I know, me too,” he says, pressing into you further like he can make up for his cock growing flaccid.
You both stay quite for a while, soaking up the sensation of being so close, but a few minutes later, Adam is completely soft, and his cock slips out of you.
“Sorry,” he says as you moan in protest at the loss. “I couldn’t help it.”
“I know,” you said, feeling the warm wetness between your legs. “Your cum is leaking out of me already.”
“Now that I can help with. Roll over onto your back,” he said, guiding you with his hands.
You comply readily, even if your limbs are sleepy and uncoordinated. But once you’re lying back, you can see Adam’s gentle smile, and that alone makes it worth it.
He slides his fingers over his limp cock, gathering up his cum and yours on them, and then reaches between your legs. He scoops his leaking cum up too before slipping his fingers inside of you and pushing his cum back deep inside of you. A gasp escapes your lips and your hips buck.
“Is that better, sweetheart?” he asks with a grin. He already knows the answer, he just wants to hear you say it.
“Yes,” you pant, grinding down onto his long fingers as he strokes you inside. “If I can’t have your cock all the time, I want to keep your cum.”
“Were you serious about being plugged or was that just a heat-of-the-moment thing?” he asks, and it’s clear he’ll be happy with either answer but you can see the spark in his eye at the thought.
“I was serious,” you say, your heart beating faster at the thought. “I might not want it every time, but I love the idea of keeping you inside me like that. Maybe fucking me again later to add to your cum before plugging me again.”
He closes his eyes with a choked moan, and you see his spent cock twitch.
“I’ll buy one tomorrow,” he says as soon as he’s recovered himself. He scissors his fingers, stretching out your hole. “We can discuss sizes in the morning. I wouldn’t want any leaking in between fucks.”
“I love you,” you say, so glad he’s the same kind of kinky as you.
“I love you too.” His face goes all soft. “So much.”
You snuggle against him, yawning despite the renewed arousal you feel. He kisses you, his lips gentle and undemanding. When he pulls back, he asks, “Do you want to come again, or just go back to sleep?”
“Can I have both?” It’s half meant to be a joke, but Adam smiles and nods.
“Of course, just let me take care of you,” he says, snuggling beside you.
He moves his fingers slowly, gentle strokes that lull you as much as they excite you. He uses his thumb to stroke you too, adding to the pleasure even as his steady breathing guides you back to sleep.
You’re in that hazy space between sleep and wake when you orgasm again, your body barely moving besides a lazy roll of hips, and your walls squeezing his fingers.
You think you hear Adam whisper, “That’s it, baby, I’ve got you,” before you drift off to blissful sleep.