I felt the tip of his cock brush against my ass, and I arched my back, really pressing myself against him. He let out a throaty groan of approval and gripped one of my hips, his claws digging into my skin while he held me in place. The slick tip of his cock slid across my pussy, up and down a few times before he notched himself at my entrance, driving himself home in one thrust, just like he’d promised.
I cried out his name from the stretch, the burning sensation of being so utterly full fading to a pleasurable warmth that I’d only ever experienced with him.
“That’s my girl,” he cooed. “Taking me like you were made for me.”
He leaned over me, tenderly cupping my jaw with one hand while the other cupped my breast, lifting me up until I was on my knees with my back pressed to his chest.
“This okay?” he whispered.
“Yeah—ahh.” He pinched my nipple, making the last part of the word stretch out on a moan. I could feel him everywhere. His gentle grip on my jaw, his rough palm on my breast, his fur tickling my back, and of course the steady thrusts of his cock.
I pushed my ass into him, forcing him deeper, until the thick swell of his knot rubbed against my pussy. It teased my entrance with each of his thrusts, bumping and grinding, the friction driving me wild.
Fuck, I wanted to take it. Feel it pop inside of me, locking us together and sealing in his cum.
“I—I want your knot,” I whined.
“Fuck,” he groaned, moving his hips in a circle toreallytease me with his knot. “I wish I could give it to you, baby. I want to feel your pussy strangling my knot.”
“Please,” I begged, even though it was irrational. There was no way it was happening today, but a girl could dream.
“You want my knot plugging your pussy while I fill you with my cum?” he asked. “Keeping it all inside of you?”
I nodded against his hand. “Fuck. Yes.”
He moved faster, tightening his grip on my jaw, rolling my nipple between his fingertips until it was too much. It was all too much.
“Gonna come,” I panted, feeling the tension building in my belly.
“Me, too, but I don’t want to,” he rasped. “Not yet.”
“Why?” I breathed. “We have all night.”
That spurred Atlas on, his thrusts growing erratic. Again and again he pounded into me until I shattered around him.
I cried out his name, bracing myself on one arm, reaching behind me with the other to bury my hand in his fur. He pressed his snout against my temple, fucking me through my orgasm until Ifelt him go rigid against me, his cock jolting inside me as he pumped me full of his cum.
He slid his hand down the column of my neck, crossing his arms over my chest to support my limp body, holding me against his chest with his cock still buried inside me.
I sighed contentedly, leaning into him. Hoping he’d never let me go.
—
After another round, I wasan absolute mess. Sweat and a mixture of our body fluids coated my skin, and my brain had that fuzzy dreamlike feeling that came with back-to-back-to-backorgasms.
“Do you want to take a shower?” I asked before thinking about the logistics of the two of us fitting in my shower. It was your standard-size bathtub, nothing fancy like at Atlas’s house, but I was confident we could make it work.
“I would love to.”
I slipped out of bed, doing a little stretch to show off my body while Atlas’s eyes were glued on me. He mumbled something along the lines ofYou’re going to kill meunder his breath, and I smirked.
“We won’t be able to take a long one,” I said. “My water heater needs to be replaced.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, running his claws through the fur on the back of his neck. “Gas or electric?” he asked.
The question took me by surprise. Why did he need to know something like that?
“Electric,” I said, slipping inside my closet to grab a towel for him. He was a big guy, so I pulled two off the shelf. “They didn’t run gas lines out here.”
