Chapter 39: Wake Up Call

Wake Up Call - Wednesday, March 25, Morning

The alarm buzzed at 6:30 AM, and I slapped it before rolling over to feel the warm weight of Emily curled against my side. Her breath fluttered against my neck, and the soft rise and fall of her chest reminded me of the night we’d spent tangled in sheets, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. I smiled, feeling the familiar hum of my pheromones begin to stir as I shifted, my clit‑cock thickening against the silk of my panties.

“Good morning, ma’am,” Emily murmured, her voice thick with sleep. She pressed a kiss to my jaw, her lips brushing the spot where my pulse hammered. “Did you sleep well?”

I turned my head, capturing her mouth in a slow, deep kiss. Our tongues slid together, tasting the faint remnants of last night’s release still lingering on her tongue. I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest, and I let my hand drift down to cup her breast, squeezing gently.

“I slept like a fucking goddess,” I whispered against her mouth, my voice low and rough. “And I’m already craving you.”

Emily giggled, a soft, breathy sound that made my cock twitch. She slipped her hand beneath the waistband of my panties, her fingers finding the wet heat of my pussy. She stroked slowly, spreading my juices, and I moaned, arching into her touch.

“Let’s start the day right,” she said, her eyes glittering with mischief. “Sir’s still asleep. Want to give him a wake‑up call?”

I nodded, already feeling the surge of dominance rise inside me. I slid out of bed and pulled Emily with me. David lay on his back, one arm flung over his head, the sheets tangled around his waist. His morning wood was already evident, a thick ridge pressing against the fabric of his boxers.

Emily dropped to her knees first, her hands gripping the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down in one smooth motion. His cock sprang free, heavy and veined, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. I followed, lowering myself to my knees beside her, my own clit‑cock already swollen and dripping.

“Look at you, Emily,” I murmured, my voice husky. “You’re going to make him feel so good.”

Emily licked a slow stripe up the length of his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head before she took him deep. I watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked, saliva glistening along his length. My hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking in rhythm with her mouth while my other hand slid between her thighs, fingers finding her slick folds.

David stirred with a low groan, his hips twitching upward. “Fuck ... Mary? Emily?” His eyes fluttered open, and a lazy smile spread across his face as he took in the sight of us on our knees.

“Morning, sir,” Emily said around his cock, her words muffled and wet. She pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening head. “We wanted to wake you up properly.”

I leaned in and licked the underside of his shaft while Emily sucked on the head again. Our tongues met around his cock, sliding together as we shared the taste of him. David’s hand found the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair as he guided me lower. I opened my mouth and took him deep, my throat relaxing around his thickness while Emily’s tongue lapped at his balls.