Atlas chuckles darkly and massages my ass cheeks, then spreads me wide open for him. He rubs his dick between my folds while I push back, trying to get him inside me again. I’m addicted to this man. I know he’s the only one who will ever be able to satisfy my cravings.
His lips tickle my lower back, then slowly move their way up my spine. “Tell me what you want, beautiful,” he whispers into my skin.
“You,” I breathe out.
"You have me, Kienna. Now, what do you want me to do to your gorgeous fucking body?"
He continues to saw in and out of my folds, not penetrating me yet. I moan loudly, my pussy squeezing on nothing as it gushes all over his cock.
“I want you to… fuck me, Atlas.”
He growls. “Tell me again,” he says, snapping his hips and bumping my clit.
“Fuck me, Atlas, I want to feel you tear my pussy apart.”
“Jesus, that dirty mouth is going to get me into trouble,” he grunts.
Atlas pulls back and slams home, again and again, hitting me so deep I cry out with each thrust.
“You like that? Like my thick cock stretching out your perfect little pussy?”
“Mmhm…” I moan, pressing back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I squeeze my pussy each time he pulls out, which I know he likes based on the way he groans and the way his breath hitches in his throat.
“Fuck, Kienna. Love being inside you. Such a good girl, taking my dick all the way.” He grinds out as he picks up speed. He pushes me closer and closer to the edge, and just when I’m about to fall off into blinding pleasure, he pulls out.
“No!” I yell out in frustration. “Not again. Please, please, I need it…” I’m so desperate I’m almost crying.
He lets out a low, intense growl and leans his huge, hard body over mine. “I’m not done with you yet, beautiful.”
Atlas walks us backward to one of the kitchen chairs and sits down, guiding me onto his lap so my back is facing his front and my legs spread out on either side of his. Slowly, he lowers me down on top of his hard shaft.
"Oh, Atlas, this is…" I have no words. Riding him backward feels so freaking good. As I bounce up and down his long, hard length, I find I like being in control of our pleasure. I reach myhands behind me and tangle them in his hair, urging his head forward so he can kiss my neck.
“Fuck, that’s it, Kienna. Ride my big dick. So beautiful, taking your pleasure from me. So damn sexy.”
God, the way he worships me with his words and his body has me slicker and more turned on than I’ve ever been. I lift up and impale myself on him again and again. Atlas's large hands cup my breasts as he kneads the soft flesh and pinches my nipples. One hand slowly slides down my torso and rests on the mound of soft curls above my pussy. Atlas's finger parts my folds and circles my clit, again and again, bringing me right back to the edge of my orgasm.
“Atlas, right there, oh God, I can’t hold on…”
I grind down on him, loving the way his cock fills me up, stretching me and hitting every sensitive spot deep inside of me.
“Let go, love. I’ve got you,” he whispers before biting down on my shoulder.
I throw my head back and grip his hair as my body locks up and tenses, every muscle, and nerve pushed to the absolute extreme, waiting for my permission to let go.
Atlas pinches my clit and I scream out my release, my body curling up and pitching forward with the force of my orgasm. Atlas holds me steady with one arm wrapped around my sensitive breasts while the other hand cups my pussy as he fucks into me from below.
“Fuck, fuck, Kienna, Jesus, I’m coming too, baby, fuck!”
One orgasm rolls into another, and another, and I feel like I’m one big ball of nerves that keeps getting electrocuted each time Atlas thrusts in and out of me.
I blink my eyes open and feel Atlas placing sweet kisses on my shoulder. “Wha…”
“I think I lost you there for a second,” he murmurs into the shell of my ear. My entire body is limp, sated, and drapedover Atlas’s lap. “You did so good, Kienna. My precious, sexy goddess.”
I nuzzle into the side of his neck and let out a contented sigh. Between the warmth of his body, his soothing words of adoration, and the afterglow of the most intense sexual experience of my life, I find myself falling asleep right there in his arms.
I’m not sure how long I was out for, but when I wake up in Atlas’s bed, I’m surrounded by blankets and pillows. There’s a note on the side table from Atlas, saying he couldn’t wake me when I looked so peaceful, but he had to go check one of the cameras outside. So thoughtful, which is another unexpected quality in the man I’m dangerously close to falling in love with.
