[22] I woke up to my ex fucking me raw

I’m still freaking out over it. So, some context: my ex-boyfriend Jake and I had this crazy, hot-as-hell relationship a year back. We were always getting wild, trying kinky shit, and being super upfront about what got us off. I used to tell him how fucking hot it’d be if he just used me while I was passed out, like, took my pussy without asking because he needed it so bad. We had this deal where he could fuck me whenever he wanted, as long as I was down, which, fuck yeah, I was. We split because life got complicated—different cities, different vibes—but we stayed cool enough to text now and then.

Last weekend, Jake was in town for work, and we met up for coffee. The vibe was chill, but that old spark was still there, like, you can’t just turn that off. He ended up crashing at my place since his hotel was a trek, and my couch is decent. I didn’t think it’d be a big deal, but holy shit, the next morning was straight out of my dirtiest wet dreams.

I was out cold, probably dreaming about dick or something, when I started feeling this hot, throbbing sensation. At first, I was so groggy, I thought I was having one of those dreams where you wake up soaked and ready to cum. I was sprawled on my stomach, ass slightly up, and I could feel something thick sliding in and out of my pussy, so slow and slick. It was fucking incredible, but my brain was still half-asleep, so I just rode the wave, my body clenching before I even knew what was up. I was so close to cumming, my clit pulsing, but I didn’t get it yet.

Then, bit by bit, I started waking up. My eyes cracked open, and I realized it was Jake’s dick inside me, stretching me out, fucking me so gently like he didn’t want to wake me. The second it hit me, I got so fucking wet, my whole body screaming with need. Knowing it was him, that he was so horny for me he couldn’t wait, it made my pussy drip. I stayed still, letting him think I was still out, loving how his cock felt, all careful and deep, making me ache for more.

I let out a soft whimper, and that’s when he knew I was awake. He leaned in, his breath hot on my neck, and growled, “Quiet, Ana, take this dick like a good girl.” Fuck, my heart was racing. He started pounding me harder, his cock slamming deeper, and then his fingers found my clit, rubbing it just right. I was a mess, trying to muffle my moans into the pillow as he fucked me raw. The way he owned me, his dick hitting every spot, his fingers working my clit—it was too much. I came so fucking hard, my pussy squeezing his cock, and I swear I saw stars.

After, we were both panting, my body still shaking. He said he’d been jerking off thinking about me for months, and seeing me asleep, ass up, he just had to have me. I told him it was the hottest fucking thing ever, and we laughed about how we’re clearly not over each other’s bodies. I don’t know what’s next, but that morning? My pussy’s still tingling just thinking about his cum-worthy dick.