Page 100 of Killer Confections
“Fuck,” Atlas groans, sounding like he’s lost to the pleasure as I jolt at the feeling of his piercing drag against my G-spot.
I bite down on his fingers, overwhelming sensations battling me from every angle. The digits invading my mouth, the metal bumping against my most sensitive spot, and the large hand digging into my hip and keeping me held down are all overwhelming in the best way possible.
I don’t have to think. I get tofeel.
“That’s right, baby,” he grits in my ear. “Take what you need and I’ll let you cum on my cock. Bite harder, beautiful. Make me fucking bleed.”
I bite harder, loving the ragged sound that leaves him before he draws back and snaps his hips forward harshly. My mouth falls open as I suck air into my lungs, reminding myself to breathe as he sets a brutal pace behind me. If it weren’t for his hand holding me steady, I would be reduced to a heap over the armrest.
He brings his lips close to my ear, nipping and sucking on my skin as he whispers praise in my ear while his other hand grips my throat again. He squeezes, applying that pressure that drives me wild as our hips slap together.
In my incoherent babble, I can only catch a few responses I give him as my pleasure builds to an immeasurable height. When he reaches around me and begins to circle my clit, words mixed with moans and screams fall from me and I’m utterly lost.
“You’re doing so good for me,” Atlas presses his forehead into my neck, his rough breaths fanning my skin.
“Yeah,” I barely register that I’m talking as my core clenches and my pussy spasms around him. I’m so close I won’t last much longer.
“Yeah?” He mocks in my ear, biting the lobe. “You have no fucking idea what I’m saying, do you? You just want to cum for me, huh?”
I whimper, nodding my head against his as I plead for my release.
“Then fucking cum, Loxley,” he growls. “Give it to me, baby.”
I explode. Heat unravels in my gut, spreading through my limbs as I scream. My walls squeeze Atlas tightly, milking his cock as he curses from behind me.
White-hot pleasure grips me, making my legs weaken as I soak Atlas with my release. My hands clutch at the sofa as I try to get a grip on something. I don’t realize I’m crying until a tongue drags along my cheek, collecting the hot tears that track down them.
“Love it when you cry for me,” he rasps as his hips loserhythm and become desperate. He’s chasing his release and I’m just starting to gain back my composure.
“I’m on the pill,” I rush.
He chuckles breathlessly in my ear. “I know.”
Of course he does.
He places a hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me down until I’m flush with the cushions and my face presses into the sofa. I can hear the obscene squelching sounds coming from me as he uses me to find his release.
When he buries himself deep and stills inside of me, the rush of warmth in my core is an odd experience. No partner has ever cum in me. It isn’t unpleasant in the slightest and I know his cum is going to drip out of me the moment I stand. It’s a little filthy to think about and I really start to believe Atlas has ruined me, just like he promised.
“Fuck,” he groans from behind me. The sound is deep and guttural—all man. I like it so much I respond by tightening around him, and he hisses.
A hard smack comes down on my ass and I yelp before laughing as he rubs a hand over the mark he inflicted.
“I could live inside of you,” he mumbles as he massages my ass. He kneads into my skin before his hands move up my spine and work my muscles with firm but pleasing touches.
I’m a little worried about his statement. Because a part of me knows he would try if I allowed it. But it’s also flattering.
I hum, feeling like jelly as I lie limp against the sofa. “Don’t get any bright ideas.”
He chuckles, causing himself to move inside of me. I’m oversensitive and finally feel the sticky mess we’ve made as I press back against his thighs. He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to let me up, so I don’t fuss over the slight discomfort.
He trails kisses up my spine before wrapping his arms around me, slowly pulling me upright. He pulls out and my nose wrinkles as a rush of liquid drips down my thighs.
“That’s beautiful,” he says from behind me, sounding awestruck as he watches our combined releases roll down myleg.
“And sticky,” I sigh.
He places a kiss on my cheek before turning me around and tossing me over his shoulder. I gasp at the sudden rush of blood to my head as Atlas laughs maniacally and stalks towards the bathroom.
