Kiara
I stir, moaning as I feel a warm sensation between my legs. At first, there's a warm breath that tickles my clit, but then it's replaced but a thick, wet tongue that expertly devours me. My back arches, and I cry out for him.
Ever since I gave him permission to use me freely, he sneaks into my apartment in the early hours of the morning after work, and I fucking love it. I get woken up with either his tongue or cock inside me, and my body is used to fulfill his needs.

"Trey," I mewl, spearing my fingers through his hair. He pins my thighs back, licking and sucking at my sensitive flesh.
"Fuck, I've been thinking about tasting this sweet pussy all day," he growls against me like a possessed man. His eyes connect with mine in the dark. "Did you touch yourself today, Cupcake?"
Shuddering in anticipation, I reply, "No, Chef. I've been waiting for you."
"Good girl." Two of his fingers suddenly thrust inside mine, making me gasp. He keeps his gaze trained on my face as he fucks with me with his fingers. He angles them to that special spot inside of me, and I grip the sheets in tight fists, relishing every second of pleasure.
He continues to savor me the way my body needs him to until I'm clenching around his fingers, my back arching against the tight grip he has on my thighs. With a few frenzied laps of his tongue, I'm on the verge of an orgasm.
"Chef, I'm going to come!" I scream, releasing before he gives me permission to. He groans as he sucks my pussy clean, my swollen clit throbbing in his mouth. When it becomes too much, I push against his hold but he holds me in place. Once finished with his early morning dessert, he frowns at me with displeasure. I shudder at his expression. I fucked up, and I'm about to pay for it.

"Did you ask for permission to come or were you telling me?" His voice is hard, but his eyes continue to blaze with desire.
"I guess telling you," I mumble, feigning innocence. "I'm sorry, Chef, I didn't mean to."
"That doesn't sound convincing." He reaches for something beside him; my punishment spoon. A frisson of thrill tingles up my spine, my heart pulsing. "Grab the headboard and bend that ass over," he demands in that authoritative voice I love so much.
Fuck yes!

As soon as I'm in position, he slaps my ass with the spoon and I moan loudly. Calmly, he asks, "What are you being punished for, Cupcake?"
"Coming without permission," I whimper.
"Louder," he demands, slapping me again.
"Coming without permission, Chef!" I scream, reveling in the pain and pleasure of this spanking.
"Good girl," he says, and then he slams into me without warning. He draws me close to his chest, securing my arms behind me. One of his arms restrains mine, while his free hand firmly holds my throat. I scream as he takes me hard and fast, his merciless pace knocking the headboard against the wall over and over.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Moans spill out of me mixing with his feral groans. Every thrust sends zaps of pleasure coursing though me. The grip on my hips is nearly bruising, but in my current state, I'm too consumed to give a fuck. "This. Feels. So. Good," I shout as he drills into my pussy.
"Fuck yeah, it does," he grunts. The sound of our skin slapping together increases as he quickly switches positions, pushing my head into the pillow. He grips the nape of my neck and I moan uncontrollably, letting him take what he needs from me.
"Come with me," he commands. With a loud roar, he stills and fills my pussy to the brim. His orgasm triggers mine. It tears through my body, leaving me trembling. When I've somewhat recovered, he smears the remainder of his seed all on my ass. Marking me. Then, he plants a soft kiss on my spine before collapsing beside me, our labored breathing mixing in the dark.
"You okay?" he murmurs tenderly.
I nod weakly in response, too out of breath to respond verbally. He brushes the wet strands of hair from my face, a triumphant grin on his face.
Unbridled laughter bubbles up from deep within me, a surge of joy that might make me seem unhinged, yet it's the euphoria created by Trey's love. His eyes crease with concern, but I manage to gasp out, "I can't feel my damn legs."
"That's a good thing," he chuckles, relief washing over him. "That means I fucked you exactly the way you needed me to."
I swipe my tongue across my lip. "Do it again. Please."
Although I'm deliciously sore, I need more of him. I can never seem to get enough no matter how many times he fucks me.
He climbs on top of me once more, licking and sucking at my neck. A breathy moan escapes me as he squeezes my breasts, stroking his thumb across my taut nipples. "Please. I need you, Trey," I say, desperation lacing my voice.
"Fuck, I love you so much," he says, hungrily capturing my lips. I close my eyes and kiss him back, lightly nipping at his bottom lip. He parts his lips with a groan, our tongues dancing together with passion. His hard cock rubs against my thigh and I can feel it throbbing.
"Give me more," Trey growls. My pussy drools from the sound, and my legs falls open to eagerly welcome him home again.
I'm truly addicted.
And I won't apologize to anyone for it.
Just as he's about to put the tip in, we're interrupted by the vibration of my phone. I groan as I grab it off the nightstand and see that it's my mom.
Again.
This is the hundredth time she's called me since I cut contact with her. You'd expect her to show up by now, given that she has my address and all, but she's a stubborn woman.
Given the timing of her call at 3 am, something must be wrong.
"Damn, I have to take this," I respond, gently pushing him away. I sit against the headboard and pick up the call.
"Hey, Mom," I answer, managing to keep the bitter edge out of my voice.
"Finally! I've been trying to contact you for weeks, don't ever do that to your mother again, you hear me?" she screeches through the speaker.
I roll my eyes, my mind drifting elsewhere as she gives me a lecture about being there for the family and not letting personal grudges get in the way of that.
"You okay?" Trey mouths, his hands expertly massaging my feet, the gentle pressure providing a welcome distraction from the stressful phone call.
I glance at the phone, swiftly muting it before putting her on speaker. "My mom is literally giving me a fucking lecture at three in the morning. No. I'm not okay," I say with a humorless laugh, the weight of the conversation settling into the room.
A mischievous smirk plays on his lips as he suggests, "You can always hang up. We can finish what you started, you know."
I'm tempted to do just that until Mom suddenly bursts into tears. "I need your help, Kiara. Please," she sniffles, her voice carrying a weight of desperation that momentarily overrides the earlier annoyance.
"What do you need, Mom?" I ask, my concern growing. I knew she was only calling me because she needed something, but now I'm worried about what it is. Is someone hurt or dead?
Her voice lowers, "I need you to bail your sister out of jail."
Of fucking course.
It's like deja vu. That's how she ended up in my apartment in the first place. Now, my mom wants me to help her free my sister from the consequences of her actions.
And then wonder why she's the way she is.
"Why can't you do it?" I snap, my frustration evident.
Trey raises his head curiously, a mix of concern and curiosity in his eyes, but he continues rubbing firm circles into my soles.
"Because I promised your father I wouldn't this time," she continues, her voice hushed, laden with a hint of guilt. "But I can't just leave her in there, and if we don't bail her out now, she'll be there all weekend."
"Good. Maybe she needs to stay there all weekend," I retort.
"Kiara, don't be like that," she says sternly, "your sister needs you. I didn't know I raised such a selfish daughter when I know you have the means to help her. I'm disappointed-"
Despite my reluctance, I cut her off, the words escaping in a sigh, "Fine. I'll do it." The heaviness of resignation settles in as I agree, knowing that, once again, I'm being pulled into the turmoil of my sister's bullshit.
"Thank you. I'll pay you back when your father gets over it," she says simply before hanging up the phone.
I wearily scrub a hand over my face, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling in. Why did I even agree to that? I think it was just to avoid another annoying lecture. Trey was right. I should've just hung up.
The shit we do for our families.
I swiftly climb off the bed, the cool air hitting my skin as I reach for some clothes scattered around the room. "Uh, I'll be right back. I promise I'll make it up to you when I return from dropping my sister off."
He lifts an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Where do you think you're going without me?" He rises from the bed, his movements smooth and purposeful, as he gathers his clothes from the floor and pulls them on.
"Uh, that's actually not necessary," I say, chewing on my lip. "It will be a quick trip there and back."
Embarrassment tinges my cheeks, but I remind myself that Trey understands exactly what I'm going through. He's not going to judge me.
"To the police station?"
"Y-Yes," I force out, my voice a bit shaky.
His chuckle breaks the tension, his warm gaze reassuring. "Well, if you accompanied me when we thought I was about to be coerced into hiding a body, I guess I can return the favor for a trip to the police station."