3. Atlas #2
“Good girl. Look how stuffed your mouth is with Daddy’s cock.
” She raises her hand, and I groan when she gently cups and massages my balls.
“Just like that. Let yourself taste this, explore me.” I feel her tongue trace the veins of my shaft, the salty taste exploding on her tongue as she moans around me, making me hard as a missile. My hips jerk, pushing inside her mouth.
I look down at my babygirl and the sight nearly ruins me.
Dr. Rosy Black, PhD, on her knees in her own office with her lips stretched around my cock, her hair spilling over my knuckles, her eyes half-lidded and glazed with submission.
The cream blouse is still buttoned to her throat, that professional armor still in place, and the contrast between her pristine appearance and what she’s doing to me is so obscene it makes my vision blur.
“Look at you,” I growl, tilting her chin up so she meets my gaze.
“The youngest psychologist at Blackwood & Hart, sucking cock like she was born for it. Is this what you think about during your sessions, Rosy?” Her tongue swirls around me as she whimpers in agreement.
“God, those pink lips look so good wrapped around my dick. Suck me, baby.”
The first time she sucks me, my cock filling her mouth, I come out of my skin. The pleasure is intense, the pressure of her mouth on me undoing me. “Fuck.” I tighten my fingers in her hair. “Keep going.”
She sucks me, as her lips dance over the length of my dick, blowing me in her office.
I can’t stay still anymore. I begin moving my hips, fucking her mouth as tears form in her eyes.
I fuck her deep, hitting the back of her throat, cutting of the air until she’s choking on my cock.
“Take me deep inside that wicked mouth, Rosy. Can you feel how hard you make me?”
She whimpers around me, the sound vibrating through my shaft, and I feel her throat constrict as she swallows.
The heat of her mouth is devastating, her lips forming a perfect seal, her tongue working the underside of my cock with increasing confidence.
She’s learning fast, my babygirl. Taking me deeper with each thrust, her jaw stretching wider, her eyes watering as she fights her gag reflex and loses every time.
“That’s it. Take it all the way down. Every fucking inch.”
I set a brutal pace, my hips snapping forward, driving my cock into the tight wet heat of her throat, fucking her mouth in her office.
The sound is obscene, wet and rhythmic, her lips smacking against the base of my shaft every time I bottom out.
My balls slap against her chin, heavy and full, and the sensation of them bouncing off her skin sends sparks shooting up my spine.
She’s drooling now, a thick strand of saliva connecting her swollen lips to my cock, and the sight of it makes my vision tunnel.
“Look at you. Drooling on Daddy’s cock like a good little slut. Is this what you studied for at Columbia, Rosy? So you could get on your knees and suck me off in your fancy office?”
She moans, the vibration traveling through my entire body, and I feel my orgasm building at the base of my cock like a storm gathering force. My balls tighten, drawing up, and I know I’m close. So close I can taste it.
I grip the back of her head with both hands, my fingers tangled in that dark chestnut hair, and I hold her still. No more movement from her. This part is mine.
“I’m going to come, babygirl.” My voice is wrecked, barely recognizable, stripped down to something raw and primal. “And you’re going to take every drop. Every. Single. Drop. Do you understand me?”
She hums in approval with her mouth stuffed full of my cock, those brown eyes locked on mine, glassy and submissive and so fucking beautiful.
“Good girl. Open your throat for me.”
I pull her forward, burying myself to the hilt, and I feel the head of my cock push past the resistance of her throat. She gags, her hands flying to my thighs, but she doesn’t pull away.
The orgasm hits like a freight train, white-hot and blinding, and I roar as the first pulse of cum explodes from my cock directly down her throat. I hold her there, locked against me, my fingers clenched in her hair, and I feel her throat working, swallowing, taking everything I give her.
“Good girl. Swallow it. All of it. Don’t you dare waste a single drop.”
She obeys as I dump my cum inside her mouth, pumping her full of my seed.
It overflows from her lips, making them glossy and wet.
I can feel each swallow, the rhythmic contraction of her throat milking my cock, pulling every last drop of cum from my balls.
My vision goes white at the edges, my knees threatening to buckle, and I keep coming, pulse after pulse, filling her throat with my release until there’s nothing left.
I pull out slowly, my cock sliding from between her swollen lips with a wet pop that echoes through the soundproofed office.
A thick strand of cum and saliva stretches between her mouth and my tip before breaking, landing on her chin.
I stroke her hair, smoothing it back from her flushed face, and she sways on her knees, her chest heaving, her eyes unfocused and dazed.
“You did so well, babygirl.” My voice is rough, wrecked, but the praise pours out of me like honey. I run my thumb along her jaw, tilting her face up to catch the light. “Look at you. So perfect with those lips swollen and my cum painting your mouth. I love ruining you.”
She whimpers, a soft broken sound, slumping against the carpet.
I tuck myself back into my trousers, zipping up with steady hands while I look down at her.
She’s a wreck. Her hair is a mess, her lips are swollen and glossy, her blouse is stained, and she’s trembling on the floor of her own office like she’s been struck by lightning.
And she’s mine. Every shaking, breathless inch of her is mine.
The possessiveness, the need to have her even after I’ve given her pleasure, is new to me.
I reach into the inner pocket of my jacket and pull out the keycard. It’s heavy, gold-plated, embossed with the address of my penthouse on the Upper East Side. I place it on her desk, right beside her notepad, the metal catching the soft light of her office lamp.
“What is that?” she asks, looking up.
“That’s the key to my penthouse, Rosy.” I adjust my belt, my voice dropping back into that commanding register that makes her shiver. “When you’re ready for more, you can come to me.”
She looks up at me from the floor, those brown eyes glassy and overwhelmed, and I can see the war still raging behind them. The psychologist trying to calculate the risk. The woman beneath wanting nothing more than to surrender.
“I’ll be waiting for you, babygirl. Whenever you’re ready.”
The alarm on her desk chimes, that soft electronic bell that signals the end of our session, and the sound cuts through the charged air like a blade. Time’s up. For now.
I straighten my jacket, smooth my tie, and look down at her one more time.
“See you later, Dr. Black.”
I walk out, still in control, despite the hammering of my heart. As I sit in my car, feeling my dick buzz with the orgasm she gave me, I know this isn’t a game any longer. I want Rosy Black far too much for my own good. I don’t just want to fuck her. I want her to be my woman. Exclusively.