Page 25 of Atlas

She’s already turning, whipping off her t-shirt.

I groan loudly at the sight of her heavy breasts, her dark nipples squeezed tightly in the clamps.

I nearly die for real as she arches back, her perfect ass so near my face, the lace scrap of her panties bisecting her swollen lips.

“Hold on. I need my hands and you don’t have any right now.” She shimmies out of those panties carefully, then arches back like a cat to work my boxers down. “Ouch,” she sighs in sympathy. “That morning wood looks extremely painful.” She makes that same sigh against my cockhead next.

My dick kicks hard in her hand, my balls drawing up tight, all my muscles contracting.

She puts as much of it in her mouth as she can before she glides back to my face.

I abandon caution altogether, doing what she asked and scraping my teeth along her tender skin, rubbing my jaw anywhere I can reach, before latching my mouth to the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted and eating her like a fucking animal.

She rolls her hips while she locks her lips tightly around my dick, her tongue doing things to me that I could only dream of. She fucks my face, rocking back and forth, her whole body a wave of movement.

“Yeah,” she hisses around my shaft. “Fuck, that feels good. You’re good. Your tongue. I love your mouth. I love the sounds you make.”

I’m not quiet about it, that’s for sure. I’m also not still. My hips arch up off the bed, thrusting into her mouth, but that only intensifies her movements. She hums and whimpers around me, sucking my cock noisily while I eat her just as loudly.

“Oh god,” she cries a few minutes later. “Oh god, oh,oh. I’m going to come. I’m going to come so hard with these clamps on and your cock in my mouth and your tongue buried inside of me. I want to wait for you. Are you close?”

“I’m dying trying to hold back.”

“Don’t hold back. Please come. Come with me. I want to taste you. I’ve been dying all night, fucking aching and throbbing imagining how good this would be.”

Her words tip me over the edge. My balls are like stones and my dick is so hard that when it blows, it’s painful. I can’t control the kick of my hips or pleasure and pain detonating through me. I have to just let it happen, the grenade rippling through me, breaking me apart. I pant and roar and latch my mouth back to her pussy and eat her until she’s writhing and shattering, breaking apart as violently as I’m still breaking. I’m still coming, my cock kicking again and again, until I’m worried that I might actually black out for a second fucking time in two days.

I love the taste of Willa, how she does soak my face, not just my mouth, but drenches my chin too.

I lick her through her climax, unwilling to let her go until she squirms away, whimpering. She falls to the bed beside me, panting.

“Wow. Oh my fucking god, just… wow.” She puts her hand up in the air in thathold on, I’m still alive, I just need a minute,gesture. “I- holy shit, I’m so boneless. Are you okay?”

It’s a funny question, but then I realize that I am. I’m okay. For a few minutes there, I was taken completely out of myself. It was just Willa and me and nothing else existed.

I must look like a hot mess, trussed up, my face slick with her juices, my hair probably a wreck from sleep, my cock… I let my eyes travel down slowly. My cock is still hard, but not like blunt force object hard.

“I’m hungry,” I admit.

“We just ate.” Willa finds her bones, scrambling up and poking me in the side, grinning deviously at her wicked joke. “Okay, well, you just chill and I’ll go make us breakfast.”

She takes the nipple clamps off and scoops up her t-shirt, walking away from the bed, way down to the other side of the big open space, to her kitchen.

“Willa!” I rattle the headboard as I strain on the ties. They’re actually tighter than I thought. I might indeed pull the bed apart before I break them.

She turns, laughing. “I’m just joking. I’m not going to leave you like that.” She skips back, a soft pink blush on her face thatI’mresponsible for. It looks good on her. Really fucking good. So do her shimmering eyes and her swollen lips.

She bends over me, dragging her breasts right near my face as she unties my hand. As soon as it’s free, I bury my tingling fingers in her hair and drag her face to mine. I kiss her brutally, the salt of me and her musk mingling on our lips. It’s the most questionable and probably the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I certainly never thought that tasting myself secondhand would be a turn on.

“Don’t do that,” she begs against my lips. “I’m not going to leave here and do anything else. Breakfast. Unpacking the truck. I only have so much time today, and we should go and get your bike. The list is long.” I kiss her again and despiteher protests, she throws herself into it. “Stop!” She rips her mouth from mine, laughing. “I’m serious. If you continue that, I’m going to jump straight on top of you and ride you until I’m chaffing and useless for the day.”

“I could always fuck your beautiful ass.” I can hardly believe I just said that.

On the dirty talk scale, I have to admit that my game is weak. My face heats just saying it. Second admission- I have never donethat.

She leans way over me, untying me other hand. “That sir, will have to wait. For one, I have no lube. For two, I would definitely not be doing any unloading after you wrecked me with that beast you’re rocking.” My hand finally comes free, and while I rub feeling back into it, she stamps a soft kiss on my mouth. “Feel free to shower while I cook you eggs and bacon.”

“I don’t have a spare set of boxers.”

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