DASHIEL
I woke up slowly, the room still dark.
Something felt… off.
There was a rhythmic sound.
*Fap… fap… fap…*
My eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep. The room was dark except for the faint glow from the moon.
Something warm and heavy brushed against my lips.
I blinked, confused, still half-asleep, and froze.
A long, thick, meaty cock was right in front of my face.
Alexander was kneeling over me, completely naked, one hand braced on the headboard above me. His other hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, stroking it slowly right above my face. The fat, mushroom-shaped head was flushed dark and leaking, bumping gently against my lips with every stroke.
I stared up at him, wide-eyed, heart suddenly pounding.
"Alexander…" I whispered, voice hoarse from sleep.
He didn't stop stroking. His black eyes were locked on my face, dark and hungry, and completely unashamed.
"Shh," he murmured. "Go back to sleep if you want. Or open your mouth."
My face burned and my fingers started tapping rapidly against the sheets. My foot rubbed against the blanket under me.
The fat head of his cock nudged my lips again, hot and heavy, leaving another sticky trail of pre-cum.
"Alexander," I said, still blinking sleepily. "You're jerking off on my face. That's… very sudden. And messy."
He didn't stop stroking. His hand moved slowly, deliberately, the thick shaft sliding through his fist right above me.
"I know," he said flatly. "Open your mouth."
I licked my lips instinctively, tasting him already.
"I'm still tired," I said honestly, even as my cock twitched under the blanket. "My brain isn't fully awake yet. You can't just wake me up like this and expect me to… service you immediately."
Alexander's eyes darkened with dark amusement and lust.
"I can," he said simply. "And I am."
The fat head of his cock bumped my lips again, smearing more pre-cum across them.
I tried to turn my head away, still sleepy and a little annoyed.
"Alexander." I gave him a flat look. "I said no sex last night. You can't just wake me up like this and expect me to…"
I tried to turn away.
I barely made it an inch.
His hand closed around my wrists, pinning them above my head against the mattress with effortless strength. In the same fluid motion, he shifted over me, his weight settling against mine until there wasn't an inch of space left between us.
I gasped, eyes wide.
"Alexander…!"
He didn't let me finish.
He rubbed the leaking head of his cock slowly across my lips, back and forth, coating them with pre-cum. His black eyes were hooded, glazed with pure lust as he looked down at me.
"You left me hard last night," he growled, voice low and rough. "You denied me. So now you're going to make it up to me."
I struggled beneath him, but Alexander barely budged. One hand pinned my wrists overhead while every twist and shove was effortlessly smothered.
"I'm still tired," I protested, even as my cock twitched traitorously. "And you're being unfair. I was punishing you. You can't just.."
He pressed the head of his cock harder against my lips, pushing just the tip inside.
"Open," he ordered, eyes locked on mine.
Face burning, heart pounding, I parted my lips.
Alexander groaned softly and fed more of his thick length into my mouth, stroking the rest with his free hand.
"Suck," he rasped.
I whimpered around him as he began slow, shallow thrusts. The heavy head slid over my tongue, hot and salty, filling my mouth with his taste. I tried to breathe through my nose, but every push made it harder. My wrists stayed trapped, legs shifting uselessly beneath him while my own cock throbbed untouched against my stomach.
"Alexander…" The word came out garbled and wet. "Too much… slow down…"
He didn't. Instead he pushed deeper, the fat head bumping the back of my throat. I gagged, eyes watering, but he held me there a moment before easing back just enough for a desperate breath.
"You look so fucking pretty like this," he murmured, voice rough with pleasure. "Mouth full of my cock. Tears in your eyes."
I moaned helplessly, the vibration pulling another groan from him. My fingers tapped erratically against the sheets—the only outlet I had while pinned. The overstimulation was dizzying: his weight, his scent, the wet, obscene sounds every time he used my mouth.
He fucked my face with greedy strokes, spit and pre-cum dripping down my chin. Each thrust grew rougher, the thick head battering my throat until I was a wrecked, drooling mess—crying, choking, completely at his mercy.
His breathing turned ragged. His hips stuttered once, twice—then he pulled out abruptly, stroking himself fast over my face.
"Open."
I obeyed, tongue out, eyes glassy.
With a low, guttural groan, Alexander came hard. Thick ropes of cum painted my face—splashing across my tongue, cheeks, lips, even catching on my lashes. I whimpered at the warmth, the sheer volume of it.
He milked every last drop, rubbing the sensitive head against my tongue before pulling back to admire the mess he'd made.
"Perfect," he murmured, thumb smearing a streak of cum across my swollen bottom lip. "My messy little anomaly."
I lay there panting, cum dripping down my cheek, voice wrecked. "Alexander… you are deeply concerning."
He leaned down and kissed my cum-smeared lips.
"I know."