Then he drives his thumb into my ass, shocking me enough to back me off my immediate need to cum. “Ohmygod,” I rush out, slowing my movements. The feeling of his fat cock thrumming inside me is so fucking sexy that it immediately brings me to the edge again. He wiggles his thumb.
“Just wait ‘til the monster’s nice and snug in here,” he warns, lifting his hips from the chair to give me more cock in my pussy. God, it feels so good. Even his thumb working my ass open feels good, and I can’t even believe it.
His words act like a vibrator to my cunt, kicking me off the edge to the point of no return. Sinking down to get more of him in me, my cunt begins its orgasmic spasming, and I moan out the arrival of the best orgasm ever.
“Atticus,ohmygod, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” I rasp, my eyes fighting their hold on the spectators down below. But it feels so good as he gives more of his thumb to my asshole, and my eyes fall shut as I spasm around him, cumming so hard the edges of my vision blur.
He groans, he curses, and I hear him fight his own orgasm as I ride mine out. When I’m completely spent, he lifts me off him like a doll and commands me to fall to my knees.
When he stands over me, rips the condom off, his hand against the window to brace himself, and my belly flutters with excitement.
“Fuck, look up; look at me when I cum on your face,” he growls. I stare into his eyes; the peripheral sight of his arm moving madly as he jerks his cock has me reaching between my legs to touch myself.
His eyes follow but come back to mine. “Fuck, look at you being greedy for more.” He knocks my arm away. “That’s my pussy now, baby. You get it? That means you need to cum; see me.”
I nod, and his eyes squeeze shut; the sound of his balls slapping his thigh as he jerks makes my mouth wet. “Fuck, fuck,” he groans, and I look straight into the eye of the monster as his hand slows, the first of his orgasm shooting across my lips, into my open mouth. He growls his approval at the sight, resuming his stroking as the second, third, and fourth ribbons of thick, hot cum paint my body. My tongue is full, my lips are coated, and my chest is drenched.
When he’s emptied himself, a twitch travels up his spine and his body shakes a little. As he’s catching his breath, the feel of his warm cum on my skin gives me confidence and a rush of horniness, so I lean forward and suck his bulbous head into my mouth.
I loved his cum before, but somehow now I love it even more. Maybe it’s what’s transpired between us since. Maybe I’m just falling into a complete obsession with this man in totality, but either way, I can’t help but whimper with delight as I suckle his cockhead.
He lets me, and he smooths hair from my face with his thick fingers, touching me in a way so tender that I know it will only be in the bedroom. And that’s okay. Because outside of this room, I love how we work. How real it is.
And this side of him is just for me.
He walks away only to return a moment later, my towel in hand. Slowly, as if he’s creating a work of art, he wipes his orgasm off my face, making sure to get it all carefully. Extending a hand to me, I take it, and when I’m standing, I’m met with his lips. A slow, melodic kiss that feels like the cherry on top of this night.
We look down at the couple together. I don't know how much they can see, but it’s clear from their frozen state that they can indeed see something.
“You like watching, but you like being watched more?” I ask him, remembering what he told me weeks back. He lifts me over his shoulder as I squeal, then tosses me onto the center of my bed.
“I like both, yeah. But right now, I wanna make that tight little cunt of yours squirt all over my face.”
I cup my hands to my cheeks, unable to shake the embarrassment. “Atticus, don’t say that. That makes me so embarrassed!”
Crawling onto the bed, scaling over me like a dirty mountain climber, he holds my eyes with his. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. There ain’t no place for embarrassment. Just us.”
I nod, and when he starts licking my clit and moving his fingers in and out of my already open and eager pussy, I lose the ability to be embarrassed. In fact, I lose the ability to do anything but moan incoherently like a lovesick fool. God, everything about him is so familiar in a way I can’t place like I haven’t met this comfort or love before, but I’ve been waiting for it, and finally, I’ve found it.
Then I’m lost.
Lost to soft flicks of the tip of his tongue, to the way his burly hands keep me spread open even when my thighs want to pull together from the intensity, to the way his fingers move in and out of my pussy while one stays buried deep in my tight hole, to the way he groans noises of arousal and approval into my cunt, to the way his inky gaze finds mine over the plane of my naked body every few moments, to…all of him.
Then my spine goes concave against the mattress, and my toes curl as I clutch the sheet and tip my head back.
“I’m cumming; I’m cumming,” I chant as he moves the fat, broad part of his tongue against my clit fast, in a mind-blowing motion.
And it happens. Like it only ever has with him… fuck, like it probably only ever will.
The scratch of his beard on my pussy and ass has me reeling as my orgasm sears every nerve ending inside of me. “Yes, yes, yes,” I moan as my fingertips dust the glistening, ropy tops of his shoulders before finding his hair, wrapping my knuckles in it and tugging.
He’s over me in a minute, the heat from his massive body radiating down on me. Our bodies are sticky with sweat when he seals his torso to mine, taking my mouth and filling it with my own flavor. His tongue twists around mine, tickles the roof of my mouth, and leaves me panting when he holds back.
“I don’t taste bad,” I whisper up at him with a smile, loving how my orgasm shines on his full lips. I cup his face, and he turns his head into my hand only slightly. To the common eye, he didn’t move. But to someone who knows how subtle Atticus’s affection can look, I can see it. I can feel him against my palm. My finger smooths over the metal hoop in his nostril, and I bite my bottom lip as he gives me a tiny, perfect, beautiful smile.
“You’re fuckin’ tellin’ me.” His cock is sticky and heavy against my groin and lower belly, still aroused and thriving. “I wanna drink you down every day, Goldie.”
“Likewise.”