Plus, he just told me that I own him.Imight go crazy right alongside him.
I unhook my hands and instead wrap my arms around his waist, sitting back on my heels and pulling him onto my lap. I settle deep inside of him, far deeper than I ever have been, and Atlas cries out, falling limply on top of me.
He buries his face into my neck, his sobs muffled by my skin.
“That’s right,Young Master Atlas,” I tell him, enunciating his title with everything in me. “You’re all mine. You’remysweet little bunny, my darling boy to love on and hold. No one else. Nothingelse gets to have you. You hear me?”
“Mhm,” he murmurs, nodding against me.
“Good fucking boy.”
I’m panting with excitement. My dick is pulsing inside of him, reacting hungrily to each little quiver and tremble he gifts me. Atlas is so warm and wet, so soft and pliable that I might take a bite straight out of him.
His tears are soaking my skin, and I pull out just enough to slide one of my hands between us and grip the base of my shaft. I use the extra control and angle my hips, aiming right where I need to be.
Then, I drag myself right over his prostate once more, firmer this time, smacking straight into it as I push in and massaging it gently as I pull out just an inch or two.
“Uhhhh, ahhh.”Atlas shudders, his fingers digging into the sides of my neck as he convulses slightly.
There is not a moment, as I’m sliding in or pulling out, where I am not assaulting his prostate. It’s a calm, slow, torturous abuse that has him sinking his teeth into my trap. If I weren’t gripping the base of my cock so tightly, I’d probably blow right here, right now.
I drag my free hand up his back, taking the nape of his neck in my palm and gripping it just as roughly as I’m gripping myself.
“I love this sensitive little spot,” I ramble. I desperately need to tell him now that I’m finally able to touch him again. What if it’s the last time? “I can feel it so clearly. I wish I could taste it—Iwish I could feel it on my tongue as you come. That I could sink my teeth into it andsuck.”
“P-please,” Atlas cries.
“Please, what, baby?”
“I want to come. Ineedit.”
“Aww, my poor boy,” I coo. “Come whenever you want; come ashardas you want. And if you need to do it again, I’ll make you. I promise. I’llalwaystake care of you.”
“Julie,” he gasps. “I feel so good. I… I think I’m going to come.”
It’s like music to my fucking ears.
“Yeah? You gonna come on my cock, all from me fucking you nice and slow?” I kiss his cheek, his ear, his jaw. “Show me how pretty you are, how well you listen. Fuck, you’re gonna feel so good. Sound so good.”
“Julie,Julie,”he pleads, and it’s so desperate, so raw, that I can’t stop the low groan that leaves me.
Unbelievably, my hips don’t speed up, but instead they keep this same slow, firm pace as I abuse his prostate. He’s squeezing me so tightly now that it borders on pain.
“That’s it, little bunny. Let me see it. Let me see how pretty your cock looks while it’s exploding.”
I look down just in time. He leans back, eyes clenched and mouth unhinged as a broken, drawn-out moan leaves him. I watch as he squirts all over both of our chests, my chin, and the bed.
He’s letting me observe him—letting me see how pretty it looks.
I haveneverseen a man squirt without his dick being touched.
Atlas convulses, gripping tighter and tighter as I slowly fuck him through it.
“Oh, god. Oh, fuck.Hngh, Julie, please!”
I have no idea what he’s begging for, but as I release my grip on the base of my shaft, I blow immediately. My balls have been drawn tight for so long that I feel delirious, and as I fill him up, Atlas groans even louder, grinding down onto me.
“More, give me more,” he pleads. “Deeper. I want it deeper inside.”
