I double down with that knowledge, my competitive nature wanting to make it the best one he’s ever had.
“Wait, wait!” he yells, pulling out of my mouth.
Atlas chuckles as I pout, shaking his head as he helps me up.
“I’m not done with you, Little Ballerina,” he teases, making me grin as his lips crash down on mine.
His tongue slides over mine, and it feels as if I’m slowly burning up from the inside out. It’s addicting and incredible, and my fingers curl in the material of his t-shirt before my hands fist in it. Atlas turns with me when I hop onto his desk, knowing my slick is going to soak into the wood of his desk.
“You’re a brat, aren’t you?” His growl makes me whimper as I nod, proud of the fact that I typically get my way.
Grabbing my thighs, he tips my body backward, enjoying my squeal as I release him to catch myself.
“Grab your thighs and hold yourself open for your alpha. I want to watch as you take my cock.”
The spit in my mouth dries up, and I raise my legs and grab my ankles instead to show off how flexible I am. There are perks to fucking a dancer, even one that was previously injured.
Atlas rubs his fingers over my weeping hole, making my eyes cross as he teases me.
“Fuck it. I want a taste. You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes. More!”
His thumbs push my asshole open as wide as possible, and I perfume as he leans down to stare at it. My cock leaks onto my stomach at a slower rate than my hole slicks, and he lookssmug as fuck, knowing it’s all for him. His tongue drags over my puckered hole before pushing his way inside with it, and all I can do is keep it from falling over. His deep groans of pleasure makes me completely wild as I moan and gasp, until soon I’m begging for mercy.
“Please. Atlas. Alpha… I’m going to cum. Fuck.”
“So cum,” he mumbles. “I’m not done yet.”
His fingers push into my hole before he swallows down my cock, and I collapse onto the desk as I release one of my ankles to shove my fist into my mouth to keep my noises from reaching anyone walking in the hallway. However, that doesn’t stop my hips from bucking up, or the satisfied groans of my alpha before he swallows down every drop of my cum.
Lifting his mouth off me, he fists his shaft as he enjoys the view.
“Now cum again, Little Ballerina. Don’t touch your cock, just feel me.”
Every molecule in my body is completely focused on Atlas as he drags his cock through my slick, anticipating the moment he begins to stretch my ass. When he finally notches his thick head at my hole, I swear I lose my hearing as he pushes himself in. It feels so fucking good as his piercing wakens every nerve ending inside of me.
“Breathe,” he whispers, though I watch his lips more than hear him. It’s then that I realize I’m holding my breath, and I suck in oxygen as I reflexively push out as he fucks me. “Such a good boy for me. Relax and take my cock.”
“God,” I whine, dropping my head back as I watch him.
His hands squeeze my ass and hips, holding me at the very edge of his desk as he pistons in and out of me. It’s overwhelming but feels so good as he hits a special spot inside of me that only Willow has ever hit with her strap on. I’venever been with a man before, though I can admit when one is attractive.
None of that compares to this, and tears begin to fill my eyes as my cock weeps to cum again.
“It feels so good,” I gasp. “Please don’t stop.”
“I couldn’t if I tried,” he promises. “I’m close, so close. I’m not knotting you today, but soon. There will be more of this, Jude. We aren’t fucking done.”
His words carry me through my orgasm as my back bows, and cum juts out in ropes over the straps on my chest. Atlas begins to lose his rhythm as he drops his head back and thrusts slower, and my ass clamps down to milk him.
“Yes. Fuck!” I whine as he shouts, and the warmth of his cum fills my ass, overfilling me until it’s covering his desk. “I’m never fucking getting rid of this thing. It marks the first time I ever fucked my omega.”
I take huge, heaving gasps as I watch in disbelief as he leans over me. Atlas refuses to pull out of my ass, warming it while he pushes my hair out of my face.
His eyes are tender as I release him, but there’s something more. This is the craziest thing I’ve ever done. After the assault, I no longer want to wait to do life the “proper” way.
“We have a lot to talk about, you and me,” he murmurs.
