Morning Spoon to Greedy Hole

His tattooed arm clamped tight around my waist, pulling my naked body flush against his massive, hairy frame as we spooned deep in that plush hotel bed. Crisp white sheets draped our tangled legs, the room’s soft lamp glow catching the ink snaking over his bulging biceps. I could smell his musky sleep-sweat mixed with faint cologne, feel his hot breath puffing on my neck, his thick beard scraping my shoulder. Shit, even half-asleep, my hole twitched when his rock-hard cock wedged between my cheeks, leaking pre-cum that smeared sticky trails down my furred crack.

He stirred first, grinding slow, that veiny monster pulsing against me. “Fuck, babe, you’re already clenching for it,” he growled low, voice gravelly from sleep. His hand slid down, cupping my heavy balls, thumb teasing my taint. Heart pounding, I arched back, whispering, “Suck me awake, big man.” We shifted—me rolling onto my back, him propping on an elbow, smirking with those dark eyes. Sheets kicked aside, exposing our hairy guts and thick thighs. He dove in like a starving wolf, mouth engulfing my throbbing cock in one sloppy plunge. Salty pre-cum flooded his tongue; he hummed deep, vibrations shooting fire up my spine. “Mmm, taste so fuckin’ good,” he mumbled around my shaft, slurping loud, spit dripping down to soak my pubes. I gripped his buzzed head, hips bucking, vulnerable ache blooming in my chest—this bear owned me.

Legs instinctively hiking up, feet dangling off the bed’s edge, I spread wide, offering everything. He grinned filthy, shuffling down, tongue lashing my balls before spearing lower. Hot, wet laps circled my puckered hole, his beard raking my inner thighs raw. “Goddamn, your ass is begging,” he rasped, probing deep, eating me out like prime rib. My toes curled, moans echoing off the tufted headboard—musk heavy in the air, sweat beading on our skin. Fingers joined the feast, one thick digit breaching my ring, scissoring slow to stretch my greedy walls. Lube from the nightstand—cool slickness—let him add a second, curling to nail that spot. “Yeah, take it, slut,” he urged, pumping knuckles-deep while jacking my dripping cock. I writhed, hole fluttering, exposed and aching for more, emotions crashing: this tender giant reduced me to a whimpering mess, safe in his dominance.

Prepped and panting, my ass winked open, glistening with his spit and lube trails dripping down. He loomed up, fat cockhead kissing my entrance, but froze teasingly. “Ready to get bred?” But little did I know, our roomie was watching from the door, stroking—about to turn this duo into a cum-soaked trio…