Wicked Cravings

10.Falling in love with her "Monster"💫

Having someone suck her pussy was nothing entirely new for Octavia. But having someone eat her out like she was the very air they needed to survive, was. It wasn't just about the sex, although Octavia suspected that sex with her Alpha King would redefine all she thought she knew about the subject previously.

"Don't stop!"

Octavia moaned as she clutched at the sheets, trying to keep still while at the same time trying to feel his tongue further, deeper inside her pussy. The pleasure was becoming almost unbearable, as she teetered on the cusp of it becoming pain. 

But at that moment, she chose to ignore that fact and focus on the orgasm building inside her. And then he added a finger inside her, as his tongue swiveled and swirled inside her clit, finding a rhythm that drove her to the point of near madness. 

'How was it that he knew exactly how to make her squirm? '

If she didn't know any better, she would believe that he had access to a manual on how to make her body come for him. He was the guitarist, and she was the guitar. He knew exactly which chord to play to ensure that she sang his melody. She could feel the pressure from his tongue encompassing her clitoris, making her soaking wet in her own fluids. This time was for the delicious things to her body, as he added his middle digit inside her.

"Fuck!"

She seemed to be reduced to that monosyllabic word, as it was the only word that could process exactly what she was feeling. Atlas groaned as he felt her pussy clenching around his fingers, as her hips flexed to his rhythm, trying to take more of him inside her.

"Do you like that?"

Atlas asked as Octavia fucked his fingers wantonly.

"More, I need more."

Octavia urged, as Atlas added another finger, finding a rhythm that seemed to make her teeter on the edge of an orgasm. First, he went furiously fast, then he went sensuously slow.

"At...las."

His name made its way from her lips, softer than a whisper, and yet he felt her muscles relax around him. He was the one who did that to her; he was the one she was thinking about right now as she came on his fingers. And in that moment, nothing could have made him happier. His fingers were laced with evidence of her pleasure, as he could see the glistening liquid seep from between her legs.

"This just won't do. Look how dirty you are. It's time to get you cleaned up."

Atlas said as Octavia looked at him a bit embarrassed. It was clear that she had misunderstood what he was trying to say. She moved to get off, but strong hands pinned her to the bed.

"Where the fuck do you think you are going?"

Atlas asked as Octavia looked at him confused.

"To get cleaned up like you asked me to?"

Octavia answered as Atlas shook his head at her naivety. And she was still considered one of the best assassins in the world.

"You silly little assassin, my tongue is the only thing that can sufficiently clean that pussy of yours. I want to taste you coming on it, again and again, until I've claimed every orgasm you've ever had."

Atlas said as Octavia could hardly believe her ears. He had genuinely enjoyed eating her pussy out. He wanted to, not as a chore or as a favor, or because he wanted it reciprocated, but he enjoyed her pleasure as much as he enjoyed receiving it.

"I have a better idea."

Octavia said as she walked off the bed, still a bit wobbly from all her previous orgasms, and gestured for him to sit on the edge of the bed. Atlas obeyed her command as he was genuinely curious as to what she was going to do.