Written for: ladywinterlight. May 23rd, 2019 RumSkye "Sleep is for the weak. Sex first, sleep later!"

Daisy's back hit the mattress and she nearly lost her breath as Brock's powerful body landed on top of her. He lifted himself a bit so not to crush her, but that was the only mercy he would allow. She moaned into his mouth, allowing his tongue to sweep in. Her hands roamed his naked chest, feeling scars and hard muscle. The closer she got to his groin, the harder he ground his erect cock into her.

"Ready to scream?" He bucked his hips. The tip hit her entrance but didn't go in. "Gonna make you scream my name all night."

"Yes," Daisy moaned as he sucked on her neck. "Brock… yes."

The next time he opened his mouth, he let out an inhuman shriek which shattered the mood and sounded remarkably like an alarm clock.

She sat up in bed, alone and sweaty. Her alarm was indeed blaring. It was eight in the morning and Brock was gone on a routine training assignment until six.

Daisy squeezed her legs together, but the painful arousal would not die down. She stumbled into the bathroom and spent half an hour in as cold a shower as her body could handle. It was all for nothing. She still felt his fingers brushing all her sweet spots, his tongue circling her breasts, his stubble scraping her stomach as he buried his face deep into her core.

Today was going to suck so hard.

As the hours snailed by, she distracted herself with everything from a jog around the park to a highly irresponsible gorge-fest at the pizza place. When none of it helped, she locked herself in the bedroom and made some quality time with her favorite vibrating friend. It worked long enough for her to turn on the TV and channel surf. She landed on one of the movie channels they paid for and never used. The main actor looked just like Brock, and suddenly she was back again with his thick cock in her mouth and his fingers on her clit and his teeth nipping her earlobe-

She checked the clock. Ten to one. She screamed into a pillow until her voice box cracked.

At roughly a quarter past six, the front door unlocked. A deep, masculine sigh preceded heavy steps approaching the bedroom.

"Daisy, you up?" Brock had removed his jacket and was in the process of removing his boots. "Sorry, I'm late. We got caught up in-"

Daisy would never know and never care. With the grace and dexterity of a jungle cat, she was on him. Strong as he was, he was not prepared to be attacked in the comfort of his own home and backed into the wall for support. Daisy's hands were everywhere. Up his shirt and in his pants.

"What the hell are you doing?" He lifted his head so she couldn't kiss him into silence. Fine then. He could use a few hickies.

"Fuck me now," she demanded.

Brock stared at her. "Am I having that dream again?"

"You'd better not be." She got the button of his pants undone and pulled down the zipper. His cock was in her hand and even half flaccid, it was glorious.

"Fuck," he groaned as she worked him into a full erection. "Here I thought I'd get a nap in."

"Sex first, sleep later."

He smirked. He knew exactly what that look did to her and thank the Lord above for that. "Since when do you order me around?"

In an instant, Daisy was on the bed. Her shirt was in pieces on the floor. His own soon followed. They got each other naked as quickly as possible and, with Daisy's prompting, skipped all but the bare minimum of foreplay and got to the main event. Brock pushed inside her, slow at first to let her adjust. When she was ready, he pounded her into the mattress, fingering her clit until she was over the edge and screaming.

"Brock!" She cried as pleasure coursed through her blood. "Yes! Yeeees! "

He made her come a few more times, not stopping until he was satisfied that she was well and truly exhausted. Sweet afterglow enveloped their bodies. Daisy rested her head on his chest and traced the lines of his abdominal muscles. He always claimed he hadn't been enhanced with any sort of super serum, but with a body like this and all that stamina, no one could blame her for wondering.

"Feel better?" He nuzzled her neck.

"Much," Daisy yawned. "Might need another round in the morning if you're up for it."

"If?" He growled, sending shocks of delicious heat all through her.

"I'm just saying. If you're too tired after all the excitement today, I'll understand."

He grumbled something and she giggled. His fingers found her nipples and he pinched them hard, making her gasp.

"Hope you like this bed," he purred. "Because you're about to spend a lot of time in it."