13. Atticus #7
Taking a slow, deep breath, I force myself to calm down.
Despite my desperation, I refuse to rush this.
Instead, I run my palm over Lemon’s hair, allowing my fingers to slide down her jaw and cup her chin.
Tilting her head back, I stare down at her, rubbing my thumb over her full lower lip before I push it into her mouth.
Like the fucking princess that she is, Lemon sucks on my thumb, and my balls clench tight. “Fuck,” I rasp. Ripping my thumb free, I hook it beneath her collar and tug gently. “Up, Princess.”
Slowly rising to her feet, Lemon’s hooded eyes stay fixed on me, waiting for me to tell her what to do. She’s fucking perfect. “On the bed, face down, ass up,” I order, watching as she lifts her knee and crawls onto the mattress.
Positioning herself in the middle of the bed, she does exactly as I ask, lowering herself to her elbows, her ass still high in the air, her perfect pussy glistening with arousal. “So fucking perfect,” I praise.
Crawling onto the bed behind her, I palm her ass cheeks, exploring the creamy skin before I lift one hand, then bring it back down hard, spanking her.
“Oh god,” she moans, turning her head to look back at me.
“Not god,” I chide her.
“Sir,” she pants as I spank her other cheek, leaving behind a matching red palm print on her ass.
Cupping her pussy, I feel the wet heat of her soaking my skin, and I lose it. Pushing two fingers into her cunt, I work them in and out of her, scissoring and stretching her while her arousal coats my hand and her inner thighs.
“Atticus, Sir,” she whines, pushing her ass toward me and searching for more.
Gritting my teeth, I pump my fingers in and out of her, preparing her for me. Once I feel her cunt start to ripple around my fingers, I slip them free and palm my cock, guiding it to her entrance. Pushing the head inside, I pause, watching her body stretching wide to accept me.
Her arms are draped beside her head, but I reach for first one, then the other, dragging them backward and holding her wrists together at the base of her spine as I slam forward, filling her in a single thrust.
“Sir,” she half moans, half whines.
I’m too desperate for her to be gentle, and she’s more than wet enough to take it, so I fuck her in hard, fast thrusts, holding her arms hostage and forcing her to simply lie there and take what I give her.
Her moans and gasps of pleasure are muffled by the sheets and mattress beneath her face, but her body is loud, clenching and tightening around my dick as she hurtles toward her first orgasm.
When she comes, it’s with a cry, her entire body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure rips through her. “I love you,” I tell her, fucking her through her orgasm even as her cunt clenches around my cock, fighting to keep me inside of her.
“I love you,” she echoes back, as her body splinters again, a second orgasm pulsing through her as a gush of wetness slicks from her cunt.
Her moans start to become incoherent as I lift my hand and spank first one ass cheek and then the other, making her skin bloom pink and hot while she lets out a long, ragged moan, her pussy getting impossibly wetter.
“You’re so perfect for me, Princess. So innocent and so filthy at the same time,” I tell her, starting to lose control as I thrust into her, chasing my own release as she tightens rhythmically around me, hurtling me toward total annihilation.
When I come, it feels like more than just release. I’ve claimed Lemon. She’s mine. She’s in my bed, wearing my collar and my ring, but as I pump my cum into her pussy, it feels like I’m branding her, fundamentally making her mine, in a basic, almost animalistic way.
After we’re both spent, I release her wrists but keep us locked together as I band my arm around her and roll us to the side, my dick still filling her.
“Atticus,” she pants.
“I know, Princess, but I need to be inside of you. I need to be close,” I tell her, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder as I start to toy with her hard nipples.
“Sir,” she whines, exhaling softly and melting into me.
“I know, Princess,” I tell her, trying to let her know that I feel it too, this insane, intense connection between us.
Her soft, panting breaths fill my ears as I tease and pinch her nipples, feeling the weight of her heavy breasts in my hands.
Lemon has the most outrageously perfect tits—big and full with dark pink nipples that turn red when I play with them.
My dick is still rock hard inside of her, despite having only come a few minutes ago, and my balls feel heavy and achy, ready to fill her again.
Lifting her leg, I roll my hips and grind into her slowly. Pressing my lips to her shoulder, I pepper soft kisses over her skin, fucking her softly as she hums and sighs in my arms. Unlike the frantic, hard sex from only minutes ago, this time is gentler, but oddly no less intense.
As my dick grinds in and out of her, I’m not craving release. I’m searching for connection. Having her in my arms, so close that we’re touching from our necks to our toes, is exactly what I need, and yet it still doesn’t feel close enough.
This time when she comes, it’s a soft completion, not a loud explosion, but judging by the way her body clenches around my dick, it’s no less intense. I follow her over the edge and fill her body with my cum again moments before we both drift to sleep.