He stood at the foot of the bed, staring at me for a second before he pulled his shirt over his head. “Good.”
He shucked off his joggers next, revealing navy blue boxer briefs with a dark spot right over the crotch. It shouldn’t have been nearly as hot as it was, but I couldn’t help feeling victorious that I made him come without laying a finger on his cock.
“Come here,” I hummed, crawling to the edge of the bed.
“Why?” he asked, palming himself.
“I want to taste you.”
He palmed himself again, his cock already straining against his underwear. “I don’t remember telling you we were doing that.”
“I want you to fuck my mouth.”
“Yeah?” he asked.
I nodded.
He slid his underwear down his legs, letting his cock free. Hegave it one slow jerk, making a shiny bead of precum gather on the tip.
I moved to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, spreading my legs wide. Atlas stepped between them, bringing his cock a breath’s width from my face.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, giving his cock another slow pump.
I nodded, running my hands along the backs of his thighs. “Please.”
One of his hands fisted my hair, holding me in place while he rubbed the slick tip of his cock across my lips, coating them with precum.
My tongue darted out, eagerly lapping at his head before he slid his cock inside my mouth.
“Tegan,” he grunted, canting his hips, forcing his cock into the back of my throat.
He fucked my face until my lips tingled and my cheeks hurt. Spit dribbled down my chin and tears clouded my vision. It was rough and messy, and I loved every second of it. He was taking control. Using me for his pleasure.
And then he stopped.
Atlas yanked me off his cock, staring down at me with his hand still buried in my hair. “Did you really think I was going to come in your mouth when your pussy is there, waiting to be filled up?” he asked.
He manhandled me again, flipping me over so my belly was against the duvet and my ass was up in the air. Atlas joined me on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. I wasn’t sure my bed frame could handle him fucking me, but we were about to find out.
He threw my dress over my back, tugging down the shorts I was wearing underneath to give him access to my pussy.
“Look at you,” he said, smoothing his palms over my ass. “The most perfect fucking body.”
One of his hands cracked down on my cheek, making me yelp and sending a wave of heat through me.
“Someone likes to be spanked.” He turned his attention to my pussy, rubbing two fingers along the seam. “You’re fucking soaked.”
I rocked my hips into his hand, begging him to touch me.
“Ah. Ah,” he tsked, pulling his fingers away.
I let out a little frustrated sigh at the loss, making him laugh.
“Be patient.” He wiped his wet fingertips across my ass before giving it another rough smack that felt like a bolt of lightning straight to my clit, making me cry out again. “I’m gonna take care of you, baby,” he said, skimming his hand over my cheek to soothe away the sting.
I hadn’t seen him like this before. More dominant. More aggressive.
I liked it.
