Chapter 242: That’s What Fucking Is.
[WARNING: THIS Chapter CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. PS. This time it’s real.]
Of course, Lola was aware of what oral sex was. She wrote about them and even illustrated them. But this feeling—having her heart at the brink of bursting, yet somehow it wouldn’t? This foreign sensation between her legs made her stomach ticklish, but something within her was begging for more.
Yep, this was the first.
But somehow, her body, her mind, her heart, and even her damn soul knew what it truly needed.
"Ah!" Another loud moan escaped her throat as her entire body shuddered, love nectar gushing out of her. Her core was trembling and clenching around his finger that was still stuck deep inside her. His tongue licked her clit, making her hunch at the high sensitivity on her nub.
She panted, the heat of her body releasing along with her climax. Her first climax—at least, the first she was aware of. Her mind still buzzed as the sensation traveled through every fiber of her body.
Amid her deep breaths, Atlas finally stood before her.
Keeping his eyes on her, he finally started to unbuckle. Lola looked up at him and met his unbending dark gaze. She gulped, knowing he wasn’t done. He didn’t have to tell her; his eyes already stressed it.
Much to her surprise, just as she thought he looked angry, he suddenly leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.
"Did you like it?" he asked, drawing his head back while taking his time unbuckling.
"The hell," she blurted out, biting her lips as her face flushed. "Are you teasing me?"
Just how could this guy know when to soften up and when to get rough, or when not to listen to her pleas? It was like they were playing, and she was surely losing miserably. A sweet loss, and a satisfying loss, though.
"You think?" he hummed, planting another kiss on her shoulder.
Lola closed her eyes as she tilted her head a little, holding on to his shoulder. She was unsure whether letting him trace kisses on her jaw and neck was conditioning herself for what was to come next... or was it his kisses that were doing the work?
Either way, her body felt weak, her bones felt as soft as tofu. Thankfully, he had her seated, so she could lean against his chest and rest her head on his broad shoulder.
Suddenly, he put his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. She jolted a little, only to freeze momentarily upon feeling his erection against her slit.
"I like this kitchen counter," he whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe as she pressed her body against his. He positioned his erection at her entrance, playing with her clitoris with it as if coating his manhood with her juices. "I want one of these."
Lola peeked at him. "Seriously—ah!"
For a second, her breath stopped in her throat at the sudden assault in her entrance. It was too sudden; she felt pain—a quick pain as if her flesh was torn so abruptly. Her entire body shook as the pain slowly subsided, her walls squeezing around his erection.
Atlas didn’t move after that initial thrust, his arms holding her still.
"Ahh," came out a weak moan, feeling her clench around him. "Thought it would be less painful if I make it quick."
Her face twisted as she glared at him bitterly. "How could you..." she trailed off as he leaned over and placed a soft peck on the tip of her nose. "Damn it."
"Hah," he let out an airy laugh, pulling her close with his arms. His tight embrace, however, didn’t feel intimidating. Rather, for her, she felt safe in them.
"Careful," she whispered, her lips brushing against his neck. "Please."
"I’ll try." He peeked at her. "Come here. Have a taste."
"Huh?"
Before she could even stretch her neck to him, he lowered his head and took her lips with his. But as if trying to make her taste something, he rolled his tongue inside. At the same time, he pulled his hips and thrusted into her just as aggressively as before, leaving her no time to wonder about the strange taste in her mouth.
"Mhm!" A pained moan was muffled by his kiss, and then, his hips pounded against her once more. Another protesting moan escaped her, but he didn’t stop.
He kept her locked in his arms, pulling her hips to the edge of the counter, only to pound into her until the tip of his erection could feel the end of her wall. It started with his pulling, then pounding hard but with slow intervals. But as her moans changed in pitch—from pain and protesting moans to soft and aroused ones—his pace quickened.
Before Lola could even grasp the shift in the situation, her mind was filled with the intense hammering in her womanhood. His erection went in and out, fast and strong, his hand still around her body to keep her still, his other fondling her tits.
Her legs, on the other hand, wrapped around his waist. Begging into his mouth, "More, Atlas," and he would respond with a grunt, and more intensity in fucking her.
Their moans and grunts echoed in the quiet home, letting its walls witness two humans in heat. As their pitch rose, the sound of bodies slapping against each other rang faster and louder. Then—
"Ahh...!" she moaned loudly, along with his loud grunt.
Lola froze, her back arched as she clenched around him while he jerked inside her. Their mouths parted, gasping for air, sweat coating their skin. For a second, neither of them spoke a word, just trying to catch their breath.
"Hah," she huffed deeply, going limp and falling on his chest. Lola closed her eyes, her entire body shaking uncontrollably. Atlas caught her in his embrace, standing still as his manhood twitched inside her walls.
"So..." she panted. "...that’s what fucking is."
Atlas blinked, his head cocked back. When he heard her remark, he slowly gazed down at her.
"No," he said, watching her look up at him. "That is sex, and this is fucking."
Without further ado, he carried her off the sink and turned her around. Before she could even grasp what was happening, his hand pressed on her back and bent her over.
"What the—" she gasped, looking back, only for him to press his mouth against hers. "Mhm!"
Atlas took both her hands, his fingers curling between the gaps of hers as he pinned them over her head. As his chest pressed on her back, he dipped his manhood in her pool of moisture once more, showing her what fucking truly was... and he did.
Over and over.