Page 70 of Atlas & Miles
Despite all the prep, I felt every inch of him as he slid carefully inside me. His substantial length made this even better. I needed to be full of him, needed to feel the aftereffects of him inside me tomorrow and the day after, if I could manage it. I needed a good, hard fuck. I needed him to remind me who I belonged to.
“Fuck me hard, Daddy. Please.”
Atlas kissed my forehead, each side of my face, then my lips as he seated himself fully inside my ass, his balls tapping my sore cheeks. God, this was everything I wanted. My Daddy wasinside me, claiming me as his own. Though I thoroughly enjoyed topping, right now, this was absolute perfection. “Of course, my sweet baby boy.”
Those words of endearment and unending affection caressed me inside and out as Atlas pulled back then slid in deeper. He thrust slowly, maddeningly so, making me ache with the tenderness. His lips claimed mine again, tongue pressing forward to entice me into opening for him. I did without question. My entire soul was open to him in this perfect moment of indescribable beauty.
His tongue owned my mouth as his thrusts picked up speed, and though I knew he had little experience physically topping, every slide of his cock against my prostate and all the sensitive nerves inside me was utter bliss, and I felt my orgasm building quickly.
My sadistic Daddy slowed down, gripping the base of my cock and squeezing, making me call out again at the pain. He’d known I was close, and I hadn’t had his permission to come.
Atlas reached for something in the nightstand drawer, his thrusts stopping completely but his cock staying fully sheathed inside me as he pulled a toy out of the drawer. When I recognized it, I groaned. “No, Daddy, not the ring!”
He just nodded as he slid the simple silicone ring around the base of my cock, effectively staving off my orgasm. “Yes, the ring. It will make sure you’re a good boy while I’m fucking you.” His eyes sparkled. “And it will ensure you’re still hard enough to fuck me after I fill you up with my cum.”
My eyes shot wide. “We’re flip fucking?”
He laughed. “Yes, baby. I need to feel you in my ass, too.”
I nodded repeatedly, eager to be inside him once again. Until this moment, I hadn’t realized I wanted that. I would’ve felt robbed if he’d left tomorrow before I had experienced that with him one last time.
The thought was sobering, but I pushed it away as Atlas started moving again. I squeezed my ass around him as his breathing sped up, urging him to finish. “I want your cum, Daddy. Please, fill me up. Mark me. Claim every part of me as yours.”
Atlas sped up until his thrusts were frantic, and I felt his dick grow impossibly large inside me before he cried out, unleashing his cum in my needy hole, making me well and truly his.
He fucked me through it, every slide of his cock in my cum-soaked ass delectable and filthy. I loved feeling him start to drip out of me.
He stopped, catching his breath for a few moments. But just when I was about to ask if we should flip around, he pulled out, shoved my legs up to my chest, and dove in, lapping his cum from my hole. Shit, that shouldn’t be so hot.
I shivered as his hot tongue danced around my rim and drove inside my hole, collecting his cum, and I felt completely owned, wanted, desired. But because he was Atlas, he upped the ante, stretching over my body and planting his lips on mine to feed me his cum.
I’d never eaten cum from my own ass before—I’d never eaten cum from anyone’s ass, to be fair—but this moment with my Daddy was so intimate, so special that I sucked every drop from his tongue as he fed it to me. The taste of him mixed with my own body overwhelmed me, and tears began to leak from my eyes as our frenzied kisses slowed.
When he pulled back, he leaned in to kiss my tears from each temple. “You okay, baby?”
I nodded, sniffing. “Yes, Daddy. This is just . . . it’s perfect.”
Atlas was quiet for a few moments as he gazed into my eyes, seeing into my soul. “It is, baby.”
We just stared at each other for a long time, melding our hearts together, until he finally moved away. “Now.” He reachedfor my still-hard cock and slid off the ring, which made me cry out. My dick was so sensitive, and his touch brought how much I needed relief back into focus.
“Daddy, please. I need you.”
“I know, baby.” Atlas took another pump of lube, then his hand curled behind him. Not wanting to miss this, I pumped a bit of lube for myself.
“I want to help, Daddy.”
Atlas’s eyes flashed with lust and love, and he twisted until he was straddling me backward like he did last night. But this time, I was getting a front-row seat to him fingering himself, and my dick twitched at the sight.
His ass wiggled in front of me, a reminder. “Right. Sorry.” Reaching up, I slid a single finger beside his on his next stroke, and he moaned as both of our fingers stretched him. Soon, I was able to add another, then he did the same, just because we wanted to.
Somehow, even this felt indescribably intimate. Every touch, emotion, caress was heightened tonight, whether from his imminent departure or the newly confessed love between us. It didn’t matter why. I was just reveling in it.
When he was opened enough, he spun back around and prepared to sit on my cock, a frequent position. But I had another idea. “Can I be on top, Daddy? I want to make you feel good.”
Atlas’s hand cupped my cheek. “You always do, baby.” He lifted up then laid down beside me. “It’s time for you to claim me as yours.”
I reached up to card my fingers through his hair as I slid inside him, meeting very little resistance. We were quiet as we fucked unhurriedly, meaningfully, letting our desire build slowly as we enjoyed this last joining of our bodies and souls.
