TW: mature content
Meredith licked her lips and assumed the position.
Even though he had just cum, he was still hard. He crawled behind her on the bed.
Meredith heard the unmistakable sound of a foil wrapper torn open, then hands hauled her hips back up.
Meredith risked a glance in the mirror. What a dirty picture they made.
Tiny beads of perspiration covered her body, naked with a collar around her throat, and panting, and Atlas calm and collected, clothed except for his thick cock, which he stroked as he examined Meredith.
Meredith closed her eyes, prepared to feel the blunt head of Atlas's cock against her, but his hands tugged her shoulders back before slowly he slid into her.
He was impossibly huge, and hurt so good
"Ah…" Meredith moaned.
He pulled out and he thrusted into her from behind, clasping her hips hard against him.
"You're so tight—feels so good around my cock," Atlas grunted, plunging deeper.
Harder.
Faster.
