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His chuckle tickles at your subconscious as you shift, guided by his hands even if you don’t realize it. Wonderfully wrapped up in sleep you murmur out his name and wrinkle your nose when you feel something ghost up your spine.
“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you darlin’?” Jack coos, lips wet with your cum trailing up your spine while he maneuvers your hips into position. You seemingly huff in response, but still your eyes are closed and you have no clue what is going on. All your body knows is how to respond to his touch.
He had managed to roll you onto your stomach and peel your shorts and panties down without you doing more than grunting at him. Lifting your hips up and burying his tongue in your folds from behind while your face was still buried in your pillow and your consciousness still in the land of dreams.
You tasted so sweet, so innocent on his tongue. Letting him slick and suck on your folds at his leisure while you sleep. Dreaming about whatever floats through your mind while he worships your cunt like it deserves to be worshipped.
“How you managed to sleep while cumming, I never know, darlin’.” The blunt head of his cock, painfully hard and almost purple with need slides through the slick combination of your juices and his salvia, coating the bulbous tip.
He doesn’t understand how you could sleep while moaning out so wickedly, but he enjoyed it. The hot rush of your cum flooding his mouth and the way your moan turned into a whimper while you kept your eyes firmly closed had him about to bust while he kept lapping at you, wanting every drop he could get of your cream.
You don’t wake up on the first thrust, the slow ease of his cock inside you. You move slightly, not much due to the way that you are pinned to bed as he presses forward. Your hips flattening against the mattress while your lips stretch around his thick girth and your walls hug him tight. No, you just make a sound that is what Whiskey will teasingly describe as a purr.
“So good, even in sleep.” He croons in your ear, groaning slightly when you seemingly squeeze around him in answer. “This pretty little pussy so eager for my cock that you take me while you are dreamin’ of me.”
It’s arrogant of him to assume that you would be dreaming of him, but then it wouldn’t be Jack if he wasn’t a little arrogant. The man knew his own worth and you could admire that. Had admired that, still did, even from your place in his bed. So you were dreaming of him, murmuring his name while your hands come up and clench at the sheets while he grinds deep into you.
No, you wake up while he’s dragging his cock against your walls for the third or fourth time. That consciousness making your eyes flutter open and the feeling of his breath against your skin finally registering with the presence of his weight on top of you.
His next thrust makes you cry out. Those sharp eyes watching your face and knowing the moment that you have woken up so the force of his hips pushing forward is so much greater than before. It’s not a cry of pain, purely pleasure while his cock nudges against that sweet spot inside you so beautifully.
“Jack!” That gets him going. Shifting his weight and his hands coming up to cover yours, lacing his fingers with yours while his hips steadily move, pushing that cock you love in and out of your slick walls. His legs are between yours, spreading them wide and opening you up for him so perfectly.
“That’s right darlin’.” His mustache brushes across your skin while his lips follow, kissing you now that you are awake. Turning your head, you are greeted by his mouth pressing against yours and a moan being fed into you. “It’s your Jack, giving you what you need.”
You aren’t able to do much more than take him, moaning out every time he pushes into you again. Whining at the loss of him when he pulls back. That steady fullness of him so exquisite, especially so early.
“Jack, p- please.” You push your hips back slightly, walls clenching around him and even though your clit aches in that pleasant way that tells you that you’ve already cum, you want more. The wetness between your thighs, the slick sounds of his cock moving so easily inside you makes you want to cum again. Wanting to bear down on him and tremble under him.
Heat is surrounding you, his head and the musky, spicy scent that is pure Jack. Pressing against your back and filling your nose while his sweet and filthy words fill your ears. “Couldn’t help myself.” He rambles, the steady pace making you pant with every thrust. “You’re just too tempting, too beautiful. Had to- fuck- had to taste you. And fuck darlin’, you are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.”
Your mewl makes him chuckle. “So pretty in dreamland while my tongue was buried in that sweet little pussy.” That makes you push your hips back harder, whining out his name again breathlessly. “All that cream for me to lick up.”
Your body heats up, both in pleasure and the tiniest speck of embarrassment at how you had managed to sleep through the magic of his tongue and the way you know he must have licked at you afterwards.
“Don’t you worry none, ‘ol Jack enjoyed every drop.” He praises, kissing along your shoulder while he steadily rocks into you, your walls starting to clench and your own breathing picking up as you get closer to cumming again. “Still left you so slick, making it easy for me to slide inside of you while those pretty little eyes were closed.”
You gasp out his name, closer still with every thrust of his hips and every word from his mouth. That southern drawl a few octaves lower and rubbled right in your ear, always makes your pussy flutter. “You like this, don’t you, dirty girl?” He chuckles, kissing your ear. “Like waking up to my cock buried inside you and making you feel good.”
“Yes.” You pant out, squeezing your eyes closed at your confession. “Fuck yes.”
Jack growls, snapping his hips harder, making your ass bounce from the force. “Cum for me darlin’.” He orders, his voice tight and you can feel the way that his cock has gotten even harder inside you. “Cum for me and show me how- how much you like it.”
One more thrust and you’re gone. Clawing at the sheets and letting out a loud moan of pleasure while your walls tighten around him so hard he grunts as he attempts to fuck you through it. Unable to do much more than just grind deeper into you, pressing you further into the bed and feeling like he’s impossibly deep inside you.
Two or three of those grinding thrusts later, he is moaning your name. Loud enough to let the neighbors know what you are doing while he buries his cock deep and the hot rush of his seed floods your passage.
Sighs and contented little sounds follow up his release, nuzzling against your jaw near your ear he kisses wherever his lips can reach while you both lay there and try to catch your breath. “Happy birthday, darlin’.” Jack murmurs, smiling against your skin when you hum.
“That was the best birthday morning wake up I could have asked for.” You smile against the sheets, eyes halfway open and your entire body feeling limp and relaxed after your orgasm.
“Mmmhmmm.” He manages to sound cocky even from a single sound and you clench around his softening cock still inside you just to hear him hiss in pleasure and feel him twitch in response.
“What else do you have planned?” You mumble, perfectly content to lie right there for the moment.
“I want you to sit right here.” Jack doesn’t move away just yet, hasn’t found the strength or the desire to. “I’ll bring you breakfast in bed and we can share it while you tell me everything you want to do on your special day.”
“You made breakfast?” Your eye cracks open in surprise and you turn your head to look at him. Jack’s grin is eager, almost boyish and his eyes sparkle with excitement.
“I sure did, darlin’.” He nods and leans forward to kiss your cheek again. “Made your favorite breakfast before I had mine. Yours is in the oven, keeping warm.”
You feel your cheeks heat up again at his mention of his favorite breakfast. “And after breakfast?” You ask.
“Darlin’, after breakfast, we have dessert.” Jack winks and throws you a wicked grin while slowly pulls out of you. “It’s your birthday, so you can have whatever you want.”