Page 155 of Merry Christmas, You Filthy Animal
I sit up on my knees and tilt to the side so I can find the right angle to have him enter me. And because he’s so long, I have to take a couple of inches at first. My mouth falls open in surprise from the feel of him, the initial sink causing me to squeeze around him tightly.
The muttered curses falling out of Atlas’s mouth are the greatest things I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck, so tight. So goddamn tight. Jesus Christ,” he says, placing his hands behind his head and breathing heavily.
I rest my hands on his shoulders and lower another inch.
“Motherfucker,” he says, his stomach hollowing, his neck straining.
I move down another inch, and he’s practically panting now.
The sight of him holding back, slipping inside me, it’s such a turn-on, making it easier to slide down on him until I’m fully seated, bottomed out, so full that I feel like I might burst.
“Oh God,” I say, my fingers digging into his skin. “Oh fuck, Atlas.”
“Jesus Christ.” He takes a few deep breaths, and when his eyes connect with mine, they’re dazed, hazy, like he’s in another world and unable to focus. “Fuck, baby, stop... stop squeezing.”
“I can’t,” I say, contracting around him. “You’re so big.”
“I know, but I’ll... Fuck, Betty. I’ll come too fast. Please stop squeezing.”
“I can’t,” I say as I shift, causing him to groan even louder.
“Fuck.” His hands fall to my sides, and he lifts me up ever so slightly and pushes me back down, the feeling of him bottoming out again hitting me in a spot I’ve never felt before and sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
“Yes, Atlas.” I lift up, replicating the movement and slamming down. “Oh God, it feels so good.”
He groans again, not doing much, just letting me take control. But I don’t like it. I want to feel possessed by him. I want to feel him lose control.
So I lean forward and press my mouth to his ear as I say, “Fill me with your cum.”
It triggers something inside him, because he lifts me off the couch, still inside me, and lays me down on the rug, shoving the coffee table to the side and spreading my legs wide.
“Eyes on me, got it? Don’t fucking close them.”
I do as he says, and with his hand pressing down on my abdomen, making the pressure of him inside me that much stronger, he starts to move in and out. It’s slow at first, testing me, but then I grip his ass, encouraging him to let loose. Pulling nearly all the way out, he slams back into me, and I swear, I can taste him in my throat as he does it over and over and over again.
Stretching me.
Making me breathless.
He’s creating such a fullness inside me while hitting my G-spot that I start to unravel, my orgasm at the base of my spine, building and building.
“This fucking cunt,” he growls. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
I feel him grow tense, his body shifting, pumping faster, relentlessly, until everything starts to fade to black. My body tingles, and I can’t hold off anymore as I tip over the edge, my orgasm rocketing through me.
“Atlas, oh fuck, yes,” I scream as I come all over his cock.
“Motherfucker,” he grinds out as I contract around him. He punches the ground, stills, and then comes hard, his cock swelling before he fills me up. He bows his head, takes a few deep breaths, and then mutters, “Jesus Christ.”
Slowly, his eyes part open, and when they fix on me, a look of disbelief crosses his expression.
Catching my breath, I bring my hand to his cheek and let my thumb caress his scruff. He leans down and lightly kisses me while we come off the high of our orgasms. After a prolonged moment of our mouths matching up, he pulls away and slowly removes himself, leaving me feeling so empty.
“Wait right here,” he says and then stands from the floor, his cock still erect as he walks to the bathroom.
I drape my arm over my eyes and try to hold back my smile, but it’s nearly impossible because, oh my God, that was easily the best experience of my entire life.
