Page 122 of Merry Christmas, You Filthy Animal
“Yes,” I say.
“Betty, I haven’t even begun playing with you. This is just the beginning.”
“I need the end,” I say, a plea of desperation coming from me.
He rolls his teeth over the corner of his lip, considering my plea. “Then use me.”
“Huh?”
He rolls off me and lies on his back. “I don’t have condoms, but... use me. Get off on me. Make yourself come.”
Really?
Just . . . just use him?
I don’t think that has ever been offered to me.
But I want to. Bad.
Smiling, I move on top of him and lower my throbbing center over his erection. “Oh my God,” I say as I feel just how large he is. “Atlas...”
His hands fall to my hips and his eyes focus on my breasts, which peek out from my open shirt. “Ride me, Betty.”
Needing more contact, I slip off him and then take my pants off, only to lower myself back down on top of him, leaving me in nothing but my thong. His hands move up my legs and to my backside, where his fingers dig into my ass.
“Christ,” he says as he pushes me forward over his length. “Ride me, Betty. Come on me, baby.”
I plant my hands on his pecs and start rotating my hips, making my weight sink on top of him as the friction between us builds.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he says as his muscles strain beneath me.
It’s so incredibly hot. I let my hands travel over his thick pecs, reveling in how muscular he is... all over. I’ve never been with a man like him, with such a strong, burly stature.
I rotate my hips to the left, to the right, and then thrust up and down, allowing my clit to run along his length, over and over again until I feel my orgasm build at the base of my spine.
“Shit,” I whisper as my fingers dig into his skin.
“Getting close?” he says, his breath labored.
“Yes.” I nod and then pick up my pace. “So... close.”
He helps me, moving my hips along his cock, making sure I don’t slow down but continue to pick up speed, rubbing me over and over until...
“Oh fuck, oh God, Atlas.” My head flies back, and a long loud moan falls past my lips as every muscle in my stomach pulls together and my orgasm skyrockets through me, pulsating and throbbing. I ride it out, feeling every last glorious sensation until I’m completely spent.
I let out a long breath and then open my eyes to find him staring up at me, looking crazed and hungry all at the same time.
I don’t have a moment to even ask him if he’s okay before he’s flipping me to my back and pulling his cock out of his pants.
“Oh my God,” I whisper as I watch him stroke himself.
So thick.
So long.
How . . . how could that ever fit?
Precum runs down the tip to his hand, where he uses it for lubrication, picking up speed as he lowers closer to me.
