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He still hasn’t moved, not even when I try to ease back. “I could really use with a good filling before you get to the pounding.”

He snorts, laughs, and coughs. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you. I- kind of am, I guess. I hope you meant to be funny.”

“You don’t have to worry. It feels good. I mean, I feelfull, but it’s good. It hurts a little bit, but there’s this point where it stops feeling like you can’t do it, and it switches over to where your whole body is begging for more.”

“Play with your clit,” he commands, reaching down deep to come up with some of his own bossy. I like it.

I like it even more when I obey him, my fingers circling the swollen bud gently. It sends cool shivers of pleasure out to mingle with the hot heat from my ass.

It only gets hotter as Atlas pushes in a little bit more. I breathe through it, breathe and breathe and breathe until he bottoms out inside of me.

He pants behind me, ready to let loose, but giving me time to adjust. He pulls out as slowly as he pushed inside and then gives me every thick, hard inch of his cock again.

“You have no idea how hot this looks from my point of view. You’re taking this cock so well in your tight ass.”

“Mmm, very good! You get an A for quick learning. I like your dirty talk game. More.”

“I love how your ass swallows my cock.”

I bite down on my lip to keep from laughing, but the filthiest heat also spreads through me.

As he starts to move slowly, I slip my fingers down and play with my soaking folds. It’s overstimulating to touch myself like this, but I love it too. I thought I was drunk before, but I had no idea. I’m drunk now. Intoxicated on the delicious grunts andferal sounds that Atlas makes. On the slick slap of our sweaty skin coming together. I want to hear his balls smacking against my ass he’s fucking me so hard. I hope he works himself up into that.

My ass is full, but I feel so empty that I slip two fingers into my channel. The one arm I’m balancing on strains with the effort of holding myself up.

“Fuck, babe. Are you…fuck.”

“Am I fucking myself onto my fingers while you fill me from behind? Yes. It’s divine. I’ve never been so full in my life. You know what though? My hand shouldn’t have all the fun.”

His heaving breaths turn into wheezes as I grasp his hand on my hip and bring it around. He tries to use just one, but I press two together. His fingers are so much thicker than mine when he buries them inside of me.

I’ve reached that sweet point where it’s all pleasure. Mind numbing, overwhelming, savage pleasure. The friction, the burn, the heady white hot pleasure is almost more than I can stand. It’s almost frightening to be this full, knowing that when my climax comes, it’s going to hit so hard that it could tear me apart.

“So good, Willa. It’s so good.”

“Yes,” I hiss between clamped teeth. “So, so good.”

“I love how tight your ass is. How it clenches all over my dick while you ride my fingers. You’re so gorgeous, taking all of me like that.”

Again, Atlas gets an A. He gets an A for everything he’s doing to me too. All I can do is rock back and forth and meethis every stroke while the pleasure builds and builds. Okay, so maybe I’m thrashing here, pinned down and still trying to move to get to where I need to get, all while fearing arriving there because it’s going to break me the fuck in half.

“You’re such a good girl, should I let you come?”

I’m not sure that he has any say in it. I’m not sure that I do either. It’s going to happen, the heat coiling like smoke off a fire.

He takes me by surprise when he pinches my clit while he’s hammering into me, driving in with his fingers and his cock. My climax hits me like a force that has previously been unknown to me. I can’t even describe it, it’s so powerful. There aren’t words. Just sensation, just wave after wave. I’m drenched in it, ground into dirt and lifted high into the sky. I have no air, no words, no thoughts. Just the pleasure that is so hot and hard and painful and transcendent.

I shake until I could rattle apart with it, until my teeth are knocking together and my bones feel disjointed. My skin is an inferno. I’m slick and drenched with sweat, my muscles aching from my effort to not truly fly apart.

“So perfect,” Atlas hums. I hear him and can piece together his words when I crash back into my body. “So incredible. I’m going to come for you.”

He doesn’t fill up my ass like he said he would do. He pulls out and jacks his cock before spraying splashes of come all over my back, my hips, my ass, all the way up my neck and into my hair.

We’re both sweaty, slicked up, and shaking with the aftershocks of bliss as Atlas picks me up, smearing his come all over the both of us. He carries me honeymoon style into thebathroom and gets the shower going. This motel is okay, which means the shower is solidly midgrade, but I give it props for being just big enough for the both of us to get in together if we squish.

I love being squished up against this man.

He waits for a good while before he dares to set me down on my feet. He intrinsically knows that my legs are basically little better than gummy candies at this point.

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