I’m going to teach him.
“Little bunny,” I murmur, laying my body over his. He’s so fucking hot that it burns to touch him. “I’m going to touch you so nice and soft tonight, okay?”
Atlas shakes his head, fast and angry. “No! Fuck me, Julie. Fuck me hard.”
“Shhh,” I coo once more. “Listen to me. Be a good boy and listen.” Atlas settles down just as he did before, always so desperate to be good and to please. “I’m going to show you, alright? I’m going to make you come so hard by loving you gently, and you’re going to fall apart.”
“L-loving me?” he whispers, his big blue eyes once again unfocusing as his hips rut against mine. I can feel his body twitching.
“Yeah, baby. I’m gonna make love to you. You ready?”
“Yes,”he moans.
I wonder briefly what it is about that phrasing that turns him on so much, but the thought passes quickly.
Letting my hand drop between his thighs, I sink two fingers into him right off the bat. They sink in easily, earning me a desperate mewl. Adding another, I push into him firmly, but slowly, angling right where I know that little bundle of nerves sits inside of him.
“Y-yes, yes!” Atlas shouts, grinding down onto my fingers desperately. “More, Julie.”
“Alright, alright,” I concede.
He’s loosened himself up pretty nicely, and I think I’m just about as desperate as he is to get inside.
Withdrawing my fingers, I line myself up with his entrance after lubing myself with the arousal pooling on his stomach, and begin to sink in. This time, I’m not fighting the resistance of his body. Instead, I’m fighting his heels that are pushing into my lower back, attempting to shove me forward.
But I’m stronger than him, especially when he’s like this, so I continue the slow, torturous entrance that has both of us panting.
I have every intention of doing this the right way; I just need to make sure my dick remembers that and doesn’t start fucking into him wildly.
As I finally bottom out, Atlas is glaring up at me. His big blue eyes are full of tears and so much desperation that I’m sick with want, but I slowly drag my hips back and sink forward once more, feeling him quiver around me.
“Julie,” he whines, grinding down onto me.
I slide my hands up his sides and shove them under his shoulders, gripping the tops of them, my fingertips digging into his collarbones.
“Do you feel me?” I whisper against his lips. “Can you feel how I’m filling you up? How hot and hard I am?”
Atlas bites his full bottom lip, nodding as he gazes up at me. Little by little, his glare fades.
“And this—” I start, dragging the tip of my dick over his prostate slowly. “Can you feel this? How I knowexactlywhere to touch you to drive you crazy?”
I drag the crown of my cock over that little bundle over andoveragain, slow and firm, feeling him tense and shake each time I pass over it.
“O-oh,god,” Atlas moans, his heels digging even further into my back.
“You look so beautiful, my sweet little boy. When I fuck you like this, all soft and slow, it feels like I’m branding myself into your skin.” I lick at his throat, feeling his Adam’s apple bob with each harsh swallow. “Do you think your body will taste like mine when I’m done? Do you think you’ll ever belong to someone else?”
“No,” he gasps, and I suck on his pulse point as he speaks. “No one else.”
“No one?” I repeat. “Are you mine, baby? Did I ruin you for anyone else the day that I came so deep inside of you?”
“Fuck, fuck! I’m goingcrazy, Julie!”
“Tell me,” I demand. “Did I?”
“Yes! You did. You r-ruined me.”
My heart is beating so loudly that I can barely hear his cries. He’s sobbing again, clinging to me and rolling his hips as he searches for more. I’m quite enjoying taking him like this, slow and soft and greedy. But I can feel it—how crazy he’s feeling.
