Page 101 of Filthy Little Witch
“Fucking hell, Atlas,” I managed to grumble.
“Aww, such niceties now that I’m finger-fucking you,” he said. “I ought to pound you into the leaves for the way you coldclocked me.”
“You deserved it,” I said, pushing back on him to urge him on. My cock throbbed, and when one finger became two, he pressed on a spot inside that surged a wicked, filthy ecstasy straight up my spine and down into my balls. I tucked my face into the crook of my elbow and sighed, the pleasure too great, the agony far greater.
I whined when he pulled his fingers out of me, surprising myself with how much I desperately wanted him to fill me again. But the sound of a bottle cap had me looking over my shoulder at him as he squirted lube onto his palm and rubbed it over his cock.
Fucking hell. He brought lube?
“You’re Goddamned right,” he said. “I told you I was going to win, and I meant it.”
“You couldn’t have known that,” I said as he lined the tip of his erection up at my entrance and nudged it in. The first prodding pressure had me arching off the ground, wincing against the stretch.
“Oh, I knew that, little brother,” he said, grabbing my hips. “You wanted me to win. You wanted me to track you down and find you and make you pay for it.”
The idea of being seen, of being known, so completely brought tears to my eyes, and I blinked them back as he pulled out only a fraction before pushing in again. This time farther. This time harder.
“You wanted me to punish you,” he hissed, his tone light and breathy. This was affecting him as much as me. How long had we danced around this thing between us? How long had it been there, unearthed, biding its time, waiting to burst to life with so much ferocity, neither of us could hold it back? “Tell me, do you feel punished?”
At the words, he shoved in as far as he could go, bringing our pelvises flush, his balls slamming against mine. He hit that spot again, the one that made my cock leak, and I melted into the ground with a silent plea and a very audible grunt.
“Wes,” he said, leaning over me so his mouth was by my ear. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” I said. “I’ve been punished.”
“Good,” he said. “I forgive you for taking off. Our witch will forgive you, too. Now you must forgive yourself.”
It broke me. With his cock balls-deep inside me and the weight of his affection rushing through my blood, I collapsed in on myself. I almost sobbed.
“Can you do that for me?” he asked, pressing a delicate kiss to my ear. “While I fuck you, I want you to focus on letting go of all that bullshit. You don’t need it anymore.” He inched out slowly, so fucking slowly, and then pushed back in, and I saw stars. The euphoria was nearly unbearable, and I wanted more. I wanted it harder, rougher.
“Say it,” came his voice again, followed by a hard bite near my shoulder. “Tell me I love you.”
“You love me,” I repeated.
“Good.” He fucked me again, his fingers digging into my hips, the squishy sounds of our bodies rubbing together nearly perverse. “Say you love me.”
“I love you,” I answered immediately.
“And how do you feel about our witch?” he asked, peppering kisses up the back of my neck and to the other side.
“I love her, too.” The words rang true as they left my lips.
“Do you think she loves you?” He rolled into me, pressing against my insides in the way only someone so profoundly connected to me could ever know.
“Yes,” I cried. “Yes, she loves me.”
“That’s a good boy.” He pulled off me, and a sharp thudding pain hit my ass cheek, forcing me to suck in a rough gasp.
He spanked me. That fucker actually spanked me.
“Don’t you fucking forget it,” he snarled before he smacked the other side, too.
Then he fucked me in earnest. He rutted into me, holding me down by the lower back while he painted my ass red. And fuck, I loved that, too. I muttered obscenities, things like, “Harder,” and “Please,” and “Deeper, please deeper.” Atlas obliged me.
I came much earlier than I wanted, the explosion rocketing through my body like a meteor crashing into Earth’s atmosphere. My toes curled, my teeth clenched together, and my fingers turned to claws in the dirt, but my God, it was terrific. I blasted into orbit and floated to the stars, my vision damn near blacking out. I spilled onto the ground under me without Atlas ever having to touch my cock, and he just laughed and laughed and fucked me harder.
“How embarrassing for you,” he said. “Can’t even stand a cock in your ass for more than five minutes.”
