Page 99 of Killer Confections

“Sofuckinggreedy for me,” he rasps.

“Please, please, please,” I beg in a whimper to him.

The beggingalwaysdoes something to him. His thin string of control snaps before I’m bent over the armrest of the sofa and my robe is pulled off of me.

The cool air hits my heated skin and goosebumps pebble my legs as Atlas presses into me from behind. He covers me, his chest holding me down deliciously as his body swallows mine.

“Now, we can’t let this gift go to waste, can we?” He taunts as he trails his fingers along the lace covering my pussy. I squirm beneath him, rocking my hips back onto his hard cock.

A stinging slap hits my backside and I gasp as my left ass-cheek lights with a fiery tingle.

My hair is gripped tight and wrapped around a fist before my head is yanked back and my neck is bared as I stare into Atlas’s stern gaze.

“Don’t move,” he commands. “You keep fucking moving and I’ll stuff your mouth instead of your pussy. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I squeak out.

“Good,” he rumbles as he untangles his hand from my hair before sliding it across my throat. He squeezes my arteries gently, barely cutting off my circulation and intensifying the sensations as he hooks a finger into my panties and pulls them to the side. He teases my entrance before a digit is plunged into me knuckle deep.

My mouth falls open as he begins to pump his hand slowly. It isn’t enough to help the ache, but it’s enough to have me pleading for more.

“I…I need…” I gasp the words, combating the feeling that’s traveling entirely too quickly through my core.

“Tell me what you need,” Atlas coos ruggedly. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

“More!” I moan, closing my eyes tightly as he spears me with another thick finger.

“So perfect,” he growls as he scissors his digits in an effort to loosen me. “I keep saying I’m going to ruin you, but I think this pretty pussy is going to get me addicted. I’m already obsessed.”

I whimper my response as he pushes even deeper in me, hitting a rough spot that has my legs shaking. His hand around my throat tightens as he strums the flesh in me and stars dance across my vision.

“Oh,fuckyou’re cumming,” he announces, sounding lust-drunk as my pussy ripples around his fingers.

My orgasm explodes through me, weakening my knees and sending my head back against Atlas’s chest as I quake against him. He whispers praise in my ear, slowing his motions as he extends my climax until I’m a boneless heap against him. If it weren’t for him holding me up, I would have fallen the moment I came.

Once I’ve come down, he pulls his fingers from my heat and I instantly miss the full feeling of him spearing me. I make a needy, desperate sound that’s raspy and breathless in the air between us.

“Shh,” he coos as his hand leaves my neck before trailing to press between my shoulder blades. He lays me across the armrest again, and I faintly register the sounds of his pants coming undone. “Do you want more?”

“Stopteasing me,” I beg as my hands grip the cushions. “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll fuck myself with a toy and make you watch.”

His chest rumbles before I feel something cold and metallic rub against my over sensitized clit.

His piercing.

Fuck. Me.

He’s quick as he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks me back again. My back is arched over suggestively and my neck cranes painfully as he snarls at me.

“Still running that fucking mouth. You need something to fill it, don’t you?” He shoves two fingers past my lips and the tangy taste of my arousal coats my taste buds. He reaches my gag reflex, causing me to choke on the digits as he lines his cock up with my entrance and pulls my panties to the side. Tears dot my lashes as he pushes down on my tongue, forcing my mouth open.

His hips pump, and he slowly sinks into me. The unfamiliar stretch as inch after inch widens me and has a slight burn accompanying it. I’ve never had a partner so well endowed. Orpierced.

And that piercing is doing its work. It drags deliciously inside of me, teasing and promising something great to come.

Despite the burn, it all feels far toogood. The overwhelming sensation of being so full I can hardly breathe has my brain muddled. I can hardly register as a groan mixed with a panting noise escapes past Atlas’s fingers.

I almost feeltoofull as he finally bottoms out. But I’m distracted from the sensation as I feel something hard rub against the rough patch inside of me.