Page 164 of Merry Christmas, You Filthy Animal
Smiling, I gently start massaging his balls while I continue to swirl my tongue, around and around.
“Baby... fuck, that... Christ.” He rests his forehead against my leg for a second, taking a few deep breaths. “Babe, suck... suck me in. Take me deep.”
Wanting to please him, I do as he says and open my mouth wide, trying to take him as far as I can take him. When he hits the back of my throat, I gag, and he moans loudly.
“Shit, I’m . . . fuck, baby, do it again.”
I take a deep breath, squeeze his balls just enough, and then take him to the back of my throat, swallowing at the same time.
“Mother... fucker,” he growls, the sound so guttural that I repeat the motion, over and over again, causing him to stop what he’s doing and focus only on his pleasure.
And I love it.
I love it so goddamn much, that I can distract him this much with my mouth, control him to the point of him forgetting what he’s supposed to be doing. It’s so hot.
So I pump his cock with my hand, play with his balls, rolling them in my palm, and I suck... I suck hard, giving him the best pressure that I can. And it seems to work as his hips shift, his body tenses, and he slams his fist against the counter as he stills. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
He fills my mouth, and I swallow, taking all of him until there’s nothing left.
“Jesus fuck,” he mutters and then pulls away, hopping off the counter. When he turns to look at me, I see a crazed expression cross his features. And I know he’s about to rock my world.
He gets between my legs again, but this time, he drapes them over his shoulders, pulling me in close, and then slides two fingers inside me while he starts kissing, sucking, licking, attacking my pussy to the point that I can barely breathe.
It’s such an onslaught on my senses that all I can do is brace for impact.
“Yes, Atlas, oh God, oh God, don’t stop, right there.”
He applies more pressure and curves his fingers up, stroking me in the way that he would if he was using his cock, and it ignites the fire, setting off my orgasm and sending me into a tailspin.
“Oh fuck!” I shout. I arch off the counter while he continues to pleasure me, over and over, my body shaking, convulsing, until my orgasm finally settles and there is nothing left for me to give. “Oh God,” I mutter as I try to catch my breath.
He gently licks me clean and then rests me back down on the counter and disappears into the bathroom. I lie there, catching my breath and feeling just... wow.
I can guarantee I’ve never done anything like that before.
Not to mention, how did this counter hold up the both of us?
Impressive.
He comes back into the kitchen, starts wiping me down with a washcloth, and then pulls me up by the arms so I’m sitting.
“You’re all sticky. I think I have to give you a shower.”
I place my arms on his shoulders and say, “Why do I feel like that was all part of the plan?”
“Because maybe it was.” He winks and then picks me up, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist while he carries me to the bathroom and turns on the shower.
Max
“Fuck,” I cry out while I have one leg propped up on the bench in her shower, the other anchoring me to the shower tile while Betty is bent over.
Her hair is tied up in a bun on the top of her head so it doesn’t get wet, but if it wasn’t, I’d be tugging on it, pulling so she knows who fucking owns her.
Instead, I slide my hand around her neck and gently grip her while I pulse faster, harder.
“Yes, Atlas. Yes, right there,” she calls out, squeezing me so fucking tight.
“You have to come, Betty. Fucking... come,” I say through clenched teeth, holding back as much as I can, but the pleasure is too strong, she’s too tight, and before I can stop myself, my cock swells, and I start spilling inside her.
