Eventually I begin my movements on top of him. While some of the rough aspects I like are still present, there’s something a little different about the way we move together tonight. It’s not about pain. It’s not an animalistic battle. It’s something more. Two people totally in sync with each other, relishing in every movement and every touch.
It's a new and unfamiliar sensation for me. All of my concerns are momentarily put on hold whileI completely lose myself in all things Daylen Humblecut.
He makes good on his promise to take care of me, giving me two more orgasms in the front and then another in the back as Iride him reverse cowgirl and sing my pleasure into the starlit evening sky.
He manipulates my body perfectly, with his big, rough hands worshiping my breasts, clit, and throat. It’s a true mix of rough and soft. My way and his way somehow blended into a perfect balance.
By the time we’re done, we’re both completely spent. I don’t even remember falling asleep, but I know we do so under the stars on his special balcony while we’re tangled together, neither of us willing to let go of the other.
I wakein the morning to both my and Daylen’s phones ringing at the same time. Peeling my eyes open, I realize we’re in Daylen’s bed. I have no idea how I got here.
I’m under the sheets, but Daylen is out cold, spread out naked on top of the bed. He’s on his back with his hand wrapped protectively around his massive erection.
I grab my phone and answer without checking to see who it is. I bring it to my ear and croak out, “Hello.”
“Ms. Jeffries, hold the phone out so I can see you.”
Oh, it’s a FaceTime call. Because I’m not fully awake, I do as instructed. Judge Darth Vader’s ugly mug appears on the screen. Oh shit. I forgot that we have our monthly video call today.
Daylen moans, rolls to his side, and throws his arm over me. His hand grabs for my breast over the sheet, and he squeezes it in his sleep.
The judge snarls, “That better be your husband’s hand on you. If it’s not, we’re going to have a big problem. Let me see right now, young lady.”
Daylen’s eyes pop wide open. I’m sure mine match his.
Because I feel like I have no other choice, I tilt the phone so the camera can pick up Daylen, butonly from his chest up. The judge would definitely meet his maker if he saw all of Daylen and his astonishing manhood.
Daylen grins widely and, in a cheery voice, practically sings, “Morning, Judge. Just catching me in bed with the wife. We must have slept in. Can we possibly chat another time?” he asks nonchalantly as if we’re both not naked and his hand isn’tstillon my breast.
The judge gives a smile that’s something between evil and self-satisfied...and then coughs up a lung. Daylen and I both jerk at the intrusive noise and share a look of disgust at how bad the judge sounds.
Because it’s not enough for Judge Necrosis to see us this way, Daylen’s bedroom door swings open, and Vance walks in. He stops short when he sees me and yells, “Holy fuck.”
“Who’s that?” the judge barks.
“Just my friend, Judge,” Daylen answers. “Again, can we reschedule?”
The judge narrows his eyes. “Fine. In light of the good news of seeing you being…together like this, I’ll allow for one reschedule, but you must take these meetings seriously. Have Mr. Montgomery contact my office. Good day,” he wheezes before hanging up the phone.
Vance’s eyes toggle between me and Daylen. “I’m literally in shock. Don’t you two hate each other?”
Daylen releases my breast and rolls onto his back again in all his naked glory. I motion my head toward his dick. “Don’t you care that Vance can see you?”
He shrugs. “Vance has seen me naked thousands of times. We’ve shared a locker room for ten years. He has a big dick too. We have a club for guys like us. There are very few members. It’s exclusive. We’re thinking of taking in large-breasted women too. Are you interested in joining?”
“I’ll pass, but thanks for the offer.” My eyes move to his still erect penis. “Does he normally see you hard?”
“Sometimes. We share hotel rooms on the road. I wake up hard every morning.”
“Everymorning?”
He nods. “Yes. Morning wood is a sign of health for men. If you don’t have it, it’s like a check engine light telling you something is wrong.” He looks at Vance. “Right?”
Vance also nods. “True.”
Daylen continues, “Beau told us to go to the doctor if we ever wake up without it. And then he gave us a long lecture about testosterone levels and diets. Morning boners are super important. That’s all I remember from the speech.”
Vance sighs. “As interesting as this morning wood conversation is, what in the actual fuck? Again, don’t you two hate each other?”
