“Fuck you!” Technically, I’m not sure if I’m cursing or offering. That’s how badly my mind is spinning with lust.
“I’d love to,” Atlas croons, but when he switches the vibrator on again, his tone turns harsher.
“I’ll fuck that smartass mouth of yours.”
Grabbing my face, he holds my cheeks between his fingers, forcing me to look at him while the intensity of the vibrations goes up.
“I’ll fuck your deliciously tight pussy.”
Another increase, and my legs are threatening to give in.
“And the next time I put this in you, my cock’s gonna wreck your cunt with it still buzzing inside. Then I’ll fuck your ass, too.”
I fall apart, my walls tight on the device, squeezing my thighs together, completely surrendering to the pleasure.
I try to silence my scream, but he catches my wrist, pinning it against the wall. My second attempt to stifle any sound ends in a short-lived victory before he pockets the phone and peels my hand off.
“I’ll swallow your cries. Give them to me. Kiss me!” His tone is meant as a command, but a plea cracks in the last notes.
It’s not like I don’t crave what he offers. But if there’s one thing stronger than my lust, that’s the disdain of losing a battle.
Plunging my face into his chest again, I bite on his skin, using that to silence my scream. I can fucking die with the sheer force of the orgasm that hits me. It keeps rolling with the device inside mestill not stopping, but I peel my teeth off him and rest my head on the wall. My legs are as wobbly as noodles, but the worry they might give in doesn’t have time to slither inside my mind, when Atlas’s hands release mine, only to support me by wrapping his arms around my waist.
Why does he have to be gentle sometimes, and with that, make it so much harder not to care?
“You bit me,” he says, amused, no anger whatsoever in his tone.
“No. My teeth kissed you.”
“As it turns out, I found out one more thing I like about you—your stubbornness.”
The vibrator, still at full intensity inside me, unleashes another wave of pleasure so fast my brain refuses to respond. Nothing but a tiny whimper comes out, which my pressed-in-a-line lips fail to suppress.
“Wanna go for round two, honey?”
“I’ll bite your nipple off next time.” I hiss, before my forehead falls to his chest again, and so do my palms.
Atlas shifts, and a moment later the vibrator stops, allowing me a sigh of relief.
“You’re welcome, my little demon.”
He leans against the wall and pulls me along, forcing my back to his front, his erection insistently poking at my ass.
“I think we both need a moment or two to cool off.”
“And how would that work with my ass on your dick?”
How I form a sentence with both my mind and my breathing in shambles is a complete and utter mystery.
“Beats me. I’ll have to get creative.”
He pulls my hair to the side and does what he seems to love doing most—burying his face in the juncture of my neck.
“Is this helping?”
“Not in the least. But I can’t help it.”
I give myself a few more deep inhales before I decide to bite again.
