“If I were on my knees, my mouth would be full,” she says, breathless, inches from my lips, while her rhythm picks up pace. “I wanted to ride you like this... the night I knocked you unconscious. Tied beneath me, fucking your face, sucking your cock, using it to fill every hole of mine.”
Her words get me so worked up, I’m seconds from filling her cunt. I squeeze her hard enough to extract another moan, and that’s the final straw. I crash my mouth onto hers, grab her ass, and haul her toward the bedroom, still buried inside her.
“The bag,” Summer reminds me.
I pass by the kitchen counter with her still on my cock, but the moment I reach to grab the bag, she’s already clutching it with her slim fingers.
“Your ass is mine, love,” I warn, resuming my stride.
A couple of steps, and the leather strap of her bag wraps around my neck while her teeth sink in there. The shock makes me lurch for the wall, my elbow punching a hole through it, causing a painting to crash down on my head and shatter on the floor.
She pulls away from the bite and grins.
“Don’t forget that I could’ve had your ass if I wanted.”
The leather strap around my throat cinches further, mimicking the way her muscles are choking my dick. Both the sensation and the memory of the last time she had me breathless, on a leash, makes me twitch inside her before shifting to pin her against the wall.
I look down to where our bodies are joined, my cock glistening with her arousal as I pull all the way out, and she lets out this broken, desperate whimper that goes straight to my balls.
Pushing just the tip in, slowly, I stretch her, only to withdraw again, and again, torturing us both.
“A-Atlas...” she pleads, voice cracking, as she releases the strap, nails clawing down my arms like she’s trying to drag me back inside her.
I sink in halfway, and her greedy little cunt clamps down around me so fuckin’ tight, pulsing, sucking at me like it never wants to let go, but I rip myself out completely once more.
I’m barely holding back, yet it’s worth every second when her heavy-lidded, high on desire gaze flashes with feral need and anger. Fuck me, she’s a spectacular sight!
The leash around my throat closes. Like a threat.
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 markson 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.
