Page 56 of Atlas & Miles
To the soundtrack of their whimpers and moans—just as I’d predicted—I thrust my tongue inside them until I physically couldn’t reach any further. When my tongue needed a break, I shoved a finger inside that pretty hole to keep them open for me then nibbled around their puckered flesh until they were quivering, lost to the pleasure.
Atlas pushed their ass back into my face, their body begging for me, and I was lost in them. Their taste, their smell, the feel of them beneath my tongue . . . I dove in again with a growl. I could get lost here forever.
Minutes passed before I couldn’t continue, my tongue sore and jaw eager for a break. With a final lap inside them, I pulled back, tapping their right cheek lightly, not even hard enough to be considered a spank. But Atlas jerked forward when I did, head thrown back and moaning, so I mirrored the action ontheir left cheek, just a little bit harder. Their moans increased, their back arching deeply.
“Daddy?”
“Green, baby, green. Spank me harder.”
Despite the grief tugging at my heartstrings, I smiled then did as they’d demanded, smacking the right and then the left in succession. Atlas’s body swayed, their groans bouncing around the large room and settling in my soul. We’d always centered our impact play around me, and I felt a little bad I hadn’t even considered Atlas would like the favor returned.
After about ten spanks, their cheeks were a little pink, and their moans were laced with more pain than I liked. So I took a break, savoring the sight of my handprints on the round globes of their perfect ass. Atlas crawled off me, collapsing to the bed until we were both lying side by side, staring up at the ceiling, catching our breath.
“Wow,” they breathed, and my chest shook with silent laughter.
“Yeah, wow,” I replied. “I had no clue you’d want me to go that hard.”
I felt Atlas turn their head toward me, so I twisted to look at them. Their green eyes were wet with tears I suspected were less sorrow and more their body’s reaction to the bit of pain I’d administered to their edible bubble butt. “I didn’t, either.”
I grinned at them, and they grinned back, holding my gaze for a few moments before I broke it. Glancing down my torso, I saw my hard dick still standing at attention, begging to be touched, ridden. I quickly coated it with more lube from the pump on the nightstand then grabbed it at the base, pointing it toward the ceiling before shaking it at them. Atlas laughed beside me, and I knew he’d noticed. “Up for a ride?”
My Daddy scrambled to their knees, climbing over me and straddling my hips once again. But this time, they were facingme, and their enchanting green eyes caught my gaze as they lifted up to position their hole over my cock. I watched as they lowered their delectable body toward the dick I still held upright, weeping to be inside them.
Then their hole pressed against my tip.
We groaned in unison as they bore down and their prepped hole swallowed the head of my cock. As if by a silent agreement, I thrust up into them as they lowered themself onto my shaft, their incredible ass taking me in one long stroke. Once they were fully seated, the bottom of their warm cheeks resting on my balls and upper thighs, I clutched at their hips, holding them in place as I savored the searing heat of them around me.
I’d never been religious, but I was sure this was heaven. How could I ever give this up?
Atlas’s eyes closed as they rose and fell, fucking themself with my dick, and I just had to lay there and take it. In the months we’d been together, this was usually how it was—if they weren’t ordering me around or expertly administering pain, they were taking what they wanted from me, expecting me to be a good little fucktoy.
I loved it.
I loved them.
So I told them again. “I love you,” I breathed as they sped up, their ass squeezing me as they lifted and engulfing me as they lowered. Eventually, I could barely catch a breath, so my cries and moans were breathy and disjointed, but I didn’t care. And given the look of unquestionable love in their eyes, they were eating up every sound I made.
My orgasm crested slowly, languidly, and given the clenching around me, Atlas was close as well. They held my gaze, a slight smile on their face that only widened as the pleasure built, and I knew I would love this person until my final breath. The thought wasn’t sad, though, and no pain shot through my chest. Becausethis moment was so pure, so beautiful, and the love swirled between us until there was no room for sorrow.
“Daddy,” I begged, gasping for breath, gripping their hips so tightly I was sure they’d have bruises tomorrow. “Please, can I come?”
Atlas’s breath stuttered out as they replied, “Such a good boy for Daddy.” They fell forward, bracing themself with their arms on either side of my head, then gasped at the angle I was sure was directly nailing their prostate. “Can you make me come untouched first?”
I gasped. We’d talked about it, played around with the idea, but I had never been able to make them come while fucking them without some part of me touching their cock. We’d gotten close in Atlanta, when their dick rubbed against our stomachs before it exploded, but goddammit, I would find a way to do it completely tonight.
It was what my Daddy wanted.
With a show a strength I rarely used during sex, I grabbed their tiny waist—relishing again that my fingers met over their back, my thumbs only inches apart as my hands wrapped around their slim body—then regrettably pulled them off my dick and set them on their hands and knees on the other side of the bed. Now that I was in control, I moved behind them, lined up, and slammed back inside before they could catch their breath. Then I pulled almost all the way out and did it again. And again. And again.
Their moans increased, and when their body shook just slightly, I knew they were close. Knowing from past experience they wouldn’t care where my mouth had been, I tugged gently on the loose hair on the top of their head, and they twisted their neck until our lips were close enough to meet in a greedy kiss over their shoulder. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to theirs, hungrily claiming their mouth as I had their ass, letting themtaste themself on my tongue while I fucked them hard without stopping.
That did it.
Atlas’s ass clenched around me before their cock exploded untouched, shooting ropes of pearly cum on the bed beneath us and wrenching my orgasm from me. I shot my cum inside them, painting their insides, marking them as mine.
For now.
My heart ached even through the pleasure of my release as they pushed me to my back and climbed on top of me, as we made out with a raging fervor that I knew would never be quenched. I needed this person like I needed food and water, like I needed air.
