Page 154 of Merry Christmas, You Filthy Animal
“Fuck,” he growls before carrying me over to the couch.
He sets me down and then pushes his pants and boxer briefs off, freeing himself from his confines.
“Take your thong off,” he says as he grips himself and starts to pump. I watch in fascination as the muscles in his forearm fire off with every movement. “Now, Betty.”
The tone of his voice snaps me out of my haze, and I remove my thong and toss it to the side, leaving myself completely naked.
“Stand up.”
I stand from the couch and wait for the next command.
“Turn around and bend over.”
Oh God, is he going to take me from behind? Nerves shoot through me as I turn around and bend over.
“Lower. I want to see how wet you are.”
I bend lower and wait.
“Spread your legs, Betty.”
I spread and then feel him come right up behind me, and with the head of his cock, he strokes my entire length, letting my arousal drench him.
“So wet. So fucking wet for me.”
With his other hand, he palms my ass and then, to my surprise, spanks me.
“Oh God,” I cry out as he smooths his hand over the sensitive area.
He strokes me again with the head of his cock, relaxing me, and then spanks me again, sending a jolt of lust through me this time and causing me to moan. I surprise myself with the sound, but when he strokes me one more time with the tip of his cock, Ineedanother spank, and he delivers, this one a touch harder.
“Yes, Atlas,” I cry out and then feel him bend over me, his chest to my back as he speaks softly into my ear.
“It’s taking everything in my goddamn body not to bend you over my knee and spank you until you come. You hear me? Everything.”
I wet my lips and nod.
“That will happen. Not tonight, but it fucking will.”
And then he lifts up and takes a seat on the couch, spreading his legs. He starts stroking himself, using my arousal as his lubrication.
“Come here,” he says, holding his hand out.
I take his hand and allow him to pull me to his lap, where I straddle his legs, his cock between us.
He runs his hand up my side and to my breast where he gently plays with my nipple, making me even more wet, evenmore needy. “I want you to take control. Fill yourself up on your time. Tell me what you need. Got it?”
I nod.
“I have protection in my wallet. Do you want it?”
I bite on my bottom lip and shake my head. “I want you bare.”
His chest heaves a little harder as he nods. “Your choice.”
“I want you . . . bare, Atlas.”
“Then have me,” he says as he positions his cock for me.
