🌶️ 21 | ☕The Supper That Went a Little Too Far ☕ #3
"Atlas—" Her voice was barely a whisper, lost somewhere between a plea and surrender.
Atlas sucked her clitoris into his mouth, his tongue lashing over the sensitive bundle of nerves. He slipped a finger back inside Anya and bent it forward to hit that special spot inside her.
Anya bucked against Atlas' face, trying desperately not to scream. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he licked incessantly at her soaked slit. "Oh God ... oh God ..."
Her lust intensified and peaked as Atlas continued his delicious assaults. She felt her release building, threatening to explode at any moment, and with one final thrust of Atlas' tongue, she tipped over the edge.
As Anya came down from her climax, panting heavily, she opened her eyes and saw Atlas hovering over her, breathing harshly and looking full of lust.
Atlas hastily ripped off his belt, fumbled with the zipper of his pants and let them fall to the floor.
He dropped to his knees and gently pushed Anya's legs apart.
Atlas carefully placed the tip of his cock at Anya's entrance, gently stroking her wet folds and spreading her arousal over his shaft.
He leaned forward, gripped Anya's waist and buried himself deep inside her with one powerful thrust.
They both cried out at the same time as her tight walls stretched to accommodate him.
Anya writhed, feeling an unfamiliar fullness, her body adjusting to his size. She bit her lip and tried to suppress a sharp intake of breath as the slight pain mixed with intense pleasure.
Atlas paused, giving Anya a moment to adjust to his intrusion.
He watched as she fought the discomfort and her expression changed to one of raw lust.
He began to rock slowly, letting Anya feel every thick inch of him.
His powerful muscles tensed as he drove steadily in and out of her, his broad tip scraping against her inner walls with each pass.
He pressed his lips to Anya's. She tasted herself on his lips, their tongues tangled in a hot exchange as he continued to thrust into her. Her nails travelled down his spine, driving him, leaving red welts on his flesh. Atlas growled into her mouth, pumping harder and deeper.
Atlas broke free of the kiss and moved Anya into a position where she straddled him. "I want to see you ride me," he helped guide her hips onto his throbbing erection.
Anya sank down onto Atlas' stiff member, her own arousal making him slide into her more easily.
Her knees trembled slightly as she took control, pressing her hips against him to adjust to the foreign intrusion.
He guided Anya up and down his shaft, showing her what he liked.
Every inch of him filled her completely, stretching her beyond anything she had ever experienced.
Anya rode Atlas with all her might, her large breasts bouncing in time with their passionate fucking. She threw her head back and moaned loudly as the tip of his massive cock hit her deepest point with every thrust.
As Atlas watched Anya lose herself in her passion, he decided to change things up. He flipped her over so that he was now on top, propping himself up on his elbows as he held her legs wide apart.
His mouth lowered to her nipple, nibbling playfully before he sucked the grainy tip deep into his hot mouth. He could feel Anya's inner walls contracting, pulsing against his cock and begging for release.
Atlas pulled back from her breast with a satisfied grunt, his eyes fixed on Anya's flushed face. She was close — so very close — and he wanted nothing more than to watch her strip herself bare before him.
He thrusts incessantly into Anya, watching intently as her features contorted in ecstasy, each thrust bringing her closer to climax."Damn... Atlas! I'm going to..." Anya could barely form coherent sentences, her brain fogged from the sensory overload.
Atlas knew she wouldn't last much longer; her body tensed, her head tilted back as she moaned his name repeatedly. He placed a hand firmly on her neck and tilted her chin down so she would look at him.
Atlas squeezed gently and felt Anya's pulse race beneath his fingertips. "Look at me, beautiful," he signed, "Cum for me, baby."
The command in his eyes sparked a fire within her, igniting an explosion that rippled throughout her entire body. Every muscle tightened as Anya let go, shaking uncontrollably, quivering with pleasure.
Her molten heat clamped down around him, milking his shaft as she unraveled. Atlas grunted, holding her still as he pumped into her twitching pussy, fighting against his impending release.
Atlas, unable to hold back any longer, thrust once more and stilled. A gut-wrenching roar tore from his chest as he spilled himself deep inside Anya.
A warm gush flooded Anya's core as Atlas' seed filled her, dripping down her thighs in thick streams. Panting heavily, Atlas collapsed onto her, his spent cock twitching inside her.
As the aftershocks of their orgasms subsided, Atlas and Anya lay entwined on the couch, bathed in sweat and heat. Atlas lazily trailed a finger along Anya's stomach, tracing patterns on her slick skin.