Atlas #2
Thrusting inside her hard, I fill and stretch her until she screams out, but her legs wrapped around my waist, pull me even deeper.
Then the cadence of my movements shifts to a brutal onslaught, like I’m trying to break her, while both my mouth and hands leave marks on every inch of her.
I fuck her like an animal with deep, punishing strokes, the obscene sound of skin-on-skin and her dripping cunt filling the room.
It’s unhinged, unbridled, primal, and she loves it, as her hips slam up to meet every savage thrust, matching my violence with her own.
And fuck, she sings for me.
Another tightening of my leash and that desperate flutter of her walls. She’s so close. But if she’s going to condition me with a choking kink, then two can play that game.
Releasing her ass with one hand, I grab her throat and squeeze. Her strangled moans sound like the sweetest purr, and I’m losing it.
“T-touch—” I choke out an incomplete command.
Her hand shoots for her clit, and the leash tightens again. My grip on her throat clamps down harder, matching the intensity of what she’s doing.
I try to choke out another command, but then I’m completely deprived of air and the ability to utter anything further. I’ll make sure she is, too.
It takes mere seconds before her pussy does its witchery again, squeezing so hard down on me, milking me without any room for objection.
Summer releases the leather strap, so she can hear my roar as a shot of pure ecstasy courses through me and darkness flickers at the edge of my vision.
But my hold on her throat doesn’t loosen.
She deserves a few more breathless seconds until her walls stop contracting around my dick.
When I let go, she gives out a sound that’s part sharp inhale, part the moans my hand had held back.
Her fingers roam my hair before I cover her smile with my lips while we both try to steady our frantic, irregular breathing and come down from this high.
The sheen of sweat coating us makes her mussed fiery strands stick to her temples. I brush them off her face, only to catch that smirk again, telling me her demon is ready to play. Again.
“Round two, baby?” she purrs.
Insatiable!
My hands on her ass, my still hard dick inside her, and my stride for the first-floor bedroom is back on track.
I kick the door open, unwilling to peel my palms off her delectable ass, which I’d love to bite any minute now, and my pace getting to the bed is as fast as my pulse.
Sliding her off my cock, I let her body drag down mine until her feet touch the floor.
“Get on all fours!” I command, with a slap on her ass.
And she obeys, climbing the bed with feline grace, our cum dripping down her thighs. The way she captures attention never ceases to blow my mind.
Day or night outside?
No fuckin’ idea.
What color’s the room?
Beats me.
All I see is her disruptive beauty.
On all fours before me, she turns over her shoulder, staring at me with bated breath.
My dick is back to being painfully hard, capturing all her attention while I stroke myself, her hungry eyes following each movement.
“I’m not going to ask you if you’ve done this. In my mind, no one but me has ever touched you, and I—”
“I haven’t.”
I grin like a fool. So it’s not just the ears and the armpits.
Reaching for the leather strap that’s still around my neck, the bag itself hanging down my back, I take it off while approaching Summer on the bed.
Placing the bag next to her, my palm lands on the soft skin of her back, meandering down the valley of her spine, and stopping on her seductive ass.
My cock presses against her pussy, but I stay there, teasing her, and her body arches into me like it’s actively choosing ruin.
I snake my arm around her waist, and my other hand goes on her throat, pulling her up so her back is pressed against my chest until my lips level to her ear, ready to whisper sweet truths there.
“I’d never hurt you. You trust me?”
“I do. I trust you.”
Her lips find mine, and this time she dictates the kiss with languid, gentle strokes of her tongue, while my fingers sink inside her pussy. When she pulls away, those same fingers trace her lips, which she parts for me without hesitation.
“How do we taste, love?” I ask when she sucks off our shared release.
“Like my new favorite flavor.”
I pull her in for a kiss, enjoying the remnants of that taste.
“I’ll give it to you every morning. I want you to walk around with my cum inside you all day, only to come home in the evening so I can fill you with more.” I use my index finger to guide her for another soft kiss while I slide my cock inside her, and she gasps.
Home. I want to live inside her.
Summer unzips the bag, eagerly taking the vibrator out of it along with her phone.
“I know you’ve made certain promises, but I can barely fit your dick inside me, let alone a toy along with it, so how about you don’t break my pussy today?”
I pull out, before entering her again, while my fingers swipe some of our collective cum, lathering it on her tight ring, and she shudders.
“Honey, you’re the one who told me to fuck you like I couldn’t break you even if I wanted to.”
Balls deep inside her, I reach with one hand to take the vibrator out of her grip.
“I-I—”
Is my pretty demon worried I’ll break her?
“Summer—” Her name uttered as a warning is the single heads up I give her before the toy starts filling her tight cunt alongside my dick. Her moan turns strained, but she doesn’t tap out. She won’t. Though I might, by coming again, because the feeling is phenomenal.
“Turn it on,” I whisper in her ear, one hand holding the device, the other on her ass, finger circling where I’ll go next.
Her gaze slingshots to mine and stays locked for a single moment before she ups the intensity level of the vibrations.
“Fuuuck!” I growl.
“Atlas—”
“I know, love.”
The pleasure she feels is the perfect distraction to allow me to push my thumb past her tight ring. Her pussy flutters once more, while I’m hanging on by a thread, trying not to come as I keep the rhythm, fucking her slow and steady in both holes.
Just when she’s about to fall into that abyss of ecstasy again, I pull out, leaving the device inside her while my cock presses against her ass, eager to replace my finger.
My hand that was holding the toy wraps around her, sliding up to her throat and keeping her back plastered to my front as I push in—slow, relentless—until the tip finally slips past her tightness.
Her hand shoots for my thigh, but she doesn’t tap out.
“You okay, honey?” My voice grates like sandpaper fucking.
“Mhm,” she mewls.
I push further until I’m inside all the way to the hilt.
And I go still.
“Push it up,” I command, and her lips quirk into a lascivious smile when she puts the power level to max and drops the phone.
And I start moving, fucking all that’s mine, watching her unravel in my arms while everything else fades out, leaving only the certainty that I can do this without stopping for the rest of our days.
It doesn’t take her long to scream out her orgasm, and I follow close after, before we collapse on the bed, gasping for air.
Goodbye, illusions of me dying of old age.
Hello reality in which my body gives out before I ever stop taking this goddess.
I’ll love her to my fuckin’ death.