4. Rosy #3
I lie there, boneless and trembling, my chest heaving, my skin slick with sweat.
My wrists are still bound above my head, the silk tie biting gently into my skin, and I don’t have the strength or the desire to move.
My body hums with aftershocks, little pulses of pleasure still radiating from my core where his tongue just was.
Atlas crawls up my body, his weight settling over me, and I open my eyes to find him staring down at me with those dark, hungry eyes. His lips are still wet with me, and the sight makes my spent body clench with renewed need.
“There you are,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my left breast, then my right. His mouth is hot and possessive against my sensitized skin, and when he grinds his covered dick against my used pussy, I groan. “You feel that, baby? It’s time to take Daddy’s cock.”
I nod, unable to form words, my eyes locked on his as he rises to his knees between my spread legs. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and pushes them down in one fluid motion, and his cock springs free.
I gasp. Even after three weeks of having him inside me, the sight of him still steals my breath.
He’s fully hard, his shaft thick and veined and flushed dark with blood, the head swollen and glistening with a bead of precum.
His balls hang heavy beneath, full and tight, and my pussy clenches at the thought of what’s inside them.
“Look at you,” he says, wrapping one hand around his shaft and giving himself a slow stroke as he kicks his pants away. “Look how needy you’re getting just from staring at my cock. Your pussy is wet all over again. You’re desperate to be fucked, aren’t you, babygirl?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice wrecked. “Please, Daddy. I need to feel you inside me.”
He pushes forward, hovering over me on his knees, and lines himself up at my entrance, the swollen head pressing against my soaked folds.
I feel the heat of him, the promise of what’s coming.
My body is still pulsing from my orgasm, hypersensitive and aching, and when he pushes forward, I feel every inch.
Atlas drives into me in one heavy, relentless stroke, burying himself to the hilt.
“Aaah!” The sound I make is something between a scream and a sob.
I feel every inch of him inside me, claiming me as his woman.
The stretch is intense, my walls spreading around his impossible girth, and the friction is so exquisite it borders on pain.
He fills me completely, my body stretching to accommodate him, and I feel him in my throat, in my chest, in every cell of my being.
“Oh god,” I moan, my back arching off the mattress. “Atlas. I keep forgetting how big you are.”
“Babygirl, it’s your tiny virgin pussy that’s the real deal.” His voice is guttural, wrecked, his fingers sinking into my soft hips. “Your pussy was made to take my cock.”
He pulls back slowly, dragging his shaft along my swollen walls, and the friction sends sparks shooting up my spine.
But he doesn’t pull out, letting me feel his dick inside for a moment longer.
“I’ve dreamed of fucking you just like this, bare and raw and for hours with nothing between us.
I’m going to stuff that cunt with so much seed, you’ll be swollen in no time. ”
He pulls out almost all the way then, and slams back in.
“Oh god!” My breasts bounce, my hands pulling against the tie as he begins fucking me on his bed. The mattress is thick and soft under me, but his hard rod buried inside me makes my walls flutter with heat.
He sets a brutal pace, his hips snapping forward with each thrust, driving his cock deep into my channel.
The friction is intense, my walls gripping him like a vice, every ridge and vein of his shaft dragging against my swollen flesh as he ravages me.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the bedroom, obscene and rhythmic, punctuated by my breathless cries and his guttural groans.
“That’s it, babygirl. Take every inch of Daddy’s cock. Feel how deep I’m buried inside you.”
I can feel him everywhere. In my stomach. In my chest. In my heart. My body stretches around him, accommodating his size, and his possessive dominance lights me on fire. I am completely at his mercy, spread open and bound, taking everything he gives me.
He shifts his angle slightly, and the head of his cock drags across something deep inside me that makes my vision go white.
“Oh god.” My voice breaks on a sob. “Right there.”
“Feel that?” His voice is rough, strained, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. “That’s your sweet spot, babygirl. Daddy found your G-spot.”
He hits it again, and I scream, my internal muscles clamping down on him so hard I hear him curse above me. I can feel the pleasure building inside me. He doesn’t relent. He hammers into that spot with devastating precision, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating.
“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight,” he growls, his pace never faltering. “Your pussy is gripping my cock like it never wants to let go. Is that what you want, Rosy? You want Daddy’s cock to stay buried inside you forever?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my head thrashing against the pillows. “Yes, Daddy. I want you.” I cling to him, holding him as he rails me on his bed.
Atlas reaches between our bodies, his thick fingers finding my swollen clit, and the moment he makes contact, I nearly come undone.
His thumb circles the sensitive bud, applying just the right amount of pressure, and the dual sensation of his cock pounding my G-spot and his hand working my clit pushes me toward the edge so fast I can’t breathe.
“Oh fuck.” My voice is barely recognizable, wrecked and desperate. “Oh fuck, Atlas, I’m going to come.”
“Not yet.” His voice is a command, and my body obeys even as it trembles on the precipice. “You come when I tell you to come. Do you understand me, babygirl?”
“Yes, Daddy.” The words tumble from my lips, broken and obedient. “I understand.”
He fucks me harder, his hips pistoning with relentless force, his cock driving into that sweet spot over and over while his thumb works my clit in tight, precise circles.
The pleasure builds to an unbearable crescendo, a pressure so intense I feel like I’m going to shatter into a thousand pieces.
He hits something deep, my cervix, and I cry out, no longer able to hold on. “Daddy!”
“Feel that, baby? That’s the opening to your womb.
There’s where I’m going to plant my seed.
I’m going to give you a creampie tonight.
” His dark gaze is on me as he relentlessly pounds into me, hitting me deep and feeling his own climax threaten to break.
Then, finally, he says the words I’ve been waiting for all night, “Come for me, Rosy.”
I detonate instantly. There’s no holding back the orgasm that rips through every cell of my being, my pussy clamping around his walls as I find my release.
“Fuck, babygirl. You’re making me come.” He orgasms too, buried deep inside me.
I feel the hot trickle of his seed as his balls explode into my unprotected womb, painting me with his cum.
We are joined together as one, our pleasures echoing deep within our bones.
I feel so safe in this surrender, feel like I am merging into one with him.