Sweet Release

It had been weeks since I had gotten dicked down. I was so lust-filled at this point. I was surprised I hadn’t fucked my pillow by now.

“I’m too tired.”

“I need to shower.”

“I’m working.”

I heard every excuse in the book it seemed like. And I was trying everything to get fucked by him. I crawled on top of him and stuck my tongue in his mouth, reached for his cock on a daily basis, and straight up asked him to fuck me.

And by now, my sweet pussy was throbbing, and aching. I yearned to feel his cock in my tight cunt.

One last chance, to try to fulfill my needs.

I walked into our bedroom after running some errands that day. He had been laying in bed all day, so I knew that’s where he would still be. I greeted him as I walked through the door with a quick kiss. He went back to watching his phone, while I snuck around to the other side of the bed. He had his back to me, so sneaking into bed wasn’t hard.

I slowly stripped off my clothes. Threw my shirt across the room, and rolled my pants down my legs. I reached for my panties - oh yeah. I wasn’t wearing any. I left my bra on to give the illusion that I was still wearing clothes when I crawled into bed.

I laid down next to him, and turned my back to him, pretending to play on my phone. We often bump each other with our butts to get the others attention, so that’s what I did. After a few minutes of backing into him, he finally turned around and wrapped his arm around me.

After a few minutes, I began rubbing my bare ass against him again. It was placed right above his crotch now, as we were spooning. My pussy throbbed for his cock. I wasn’t sure if he was going to take the bait, and I was anxiously awaiting him to touch me. After a couple more minutes, he reached a hand down to my ass. He felt that it was uncovered under the sheets and gave a small chuckle. “Well I didn’t realize we were naked cuddling.” He took off his underwear and tossed them in the laundry pile.

After turning back towards me, he readjusted his body so his cock was right behind my ass. He wasn’t hard, but the feeling of skin on skin was so delightful after not being touched for what felt like forever.

He reached down, and squeezed my ass. Thankfully, that was the one thing I knew he had a soft spot for. I continued laying there, hoping he would make another move. He knew I wanted it. After all, I had begged for it the night before.

His hands migrated from squeezing my ass cheek, to spreading it apart from the other one. He was still soft, but I knew he wouldn’t be for much longer. I sighed in relief, and shoved my ass against him again.

He started to grind his cock between my ass cheeks. I grinded back against him, as his breathing started to pickup. This was the moment I had been waiting for. Finally I could get some relief.

He grabbed my hips and slammed my ass against his crotch. Something he doesn’t typically do. Maybe he was just as needy as I was. I could feel his cock starting to get hard. I felt a tingle in my pussy, knowing it would soon be filled up by his hard cock.

He reached down further with his hand, in search of my clit. I wasn’t fully wet yet, and still laying on my side, so it was a bit of a hunt for him. He reached his hands up to his mouth, spitting on his hand to help him with the search. He placed the wet hand back over my pussy, and pushed his fingers through my lips until the tip of his finger met my clit. I sighed as he stroked it slowly. This is exactly what I needed. I didn’t even care if I got off. I just ached for his touch.

His hand slid down to find the entrance of my pussy, and he slid his fingers in. I prepped myself for the wave of pleasure I was about to receive. But he didn’t wiggle or thrust his fingers. In fact, he just left them there. I whined in desperation. I wanted more. I needed more.

I pushed my hips down in attempt to sink his fingers further inside of my entrance. He got the hint and curled his fingers in the way that hit that secret spot just right. I let out a soft moan. This apparently caught his attention because he continued on and started thrusting his fingers in and out, occasionally pulling out to circle my clit a few times.

My body writhed in pleasure. I turned, spreading my legs wider to give him better access. I knocked over the stuffed animal I had been previously holding, and gripped the bedsheet. Having his fingers inside of me was only part of the fun, but damn did it feel good after being neglected for so long.

I turned my body again, so I was face down in the bed. My moans became muffled as his fingers continued their work on my pussy. He reached up with his other hand, and wrapped his fingers in my hair, pulling my head away from the bed, making my moans fill the air clearly once again.

I reached down to rub my own clit so he could focus on hitting that sweet spot inside. This didn’t last long, as all I could think of was getting his cock inside my pussy. Normally, I would long for the foreplay to last longer, but I didn’t care now. I was hungry for him.

I positioned my knees under myself, pointing my ass up in the air, leaving my face buried in the bed. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist me like this. I didn’t think I would need to beg. But I would if I had to.

I was right. He yanked his fingers out of my pussy and propped himself up on his own knees, centering his cock right outside of my folds. I heard him spit in his hand, wet his cock, and without any hesitation, shoved it in my pussy. I moaned into the bedsheets.

This. This is what I had been waiting for.

He started thrusting. I could tell he was hungry for me too. But I wanted to savor this as long as I could. “Slow down.” I said between moans.

He did as I asked, and slowed his thrusts, but still going balls deep, making sure I could feel every inch. I could feel my eyes roll and toes clenching. I wasn’t close yet, but I had forgotten how good his cock felt in my tight pussy.

As he sped up his thrusts again, I reached my hand back down to my clit and began circling it with my fingers.

“You feel so good” I reminded him. “I love your cock, daddy.”

He grunted and slammed into me a couple of times. “You’re such a good little bitch,” he reminded me while wrapping his fingers back in my hair.

I could feel the tension in my hips starting to build, as I continued to circle my swollen clit with my fingers. I wanted to get off on him so badly. I wanted him to feel my pussy clench around his cock. The pulsing of my walls as I came like the good girl I was for him. And I wanted him to fill me up with his sweet, sticky cum.

I wanted him to claim me as his again.

I felt the tension continue to build. I was getting close. He pulled his cock out of my pussy, and I whimpered as he slammed his fingers right back in. I knew that sometimes he needed to take a break, but god I wish he could’ve kept going for just two more minutes.

He thrusted his fingers as fast as he could while my fingers worked right above. My muscles were tight. There was so much heat building in my hips. I was so close. My moans and breathing hitched, indicating the build in my hips.

“That’s a good girl. Cum for daddy.”

Those words were like a drug to my ears. I lived for the praise when it came out of his mouth. Sometimes I swear I could get off on praise alone.

With my toes clenched and my face buried in the mattress, I felt my release grow closer. I grinded into his hand, and my moans broke into desperate whimpers.

“I.. I’m going to cum!”

“Yes baby. That’s a good girl”

With one last circle around my clit, and one last thrust of his fingers into my cunt, I released all of the tension in my body. I could feel my mind melting with the pleasure that rushed through my hips and my chest. And before I could come down, he curled his fingers again. Sending another ripple of pleasure through my body. And again. And again, extending the orgasm as long as he could. He knew exactly how to get me.

We flopped down on our respective sides of the bed to catch our breath. I looked down and chuckled at the wetness on the bed. I was so caught up in the pleasure radiating through my body, I didn’t even realize there was a good 10-inch puddle on the sheets below me.

“I love you so much.” He said as he glanced at me up and down. I could tell he was pleased with himself after that performance.

“I love you too. Thank you.”