Morning or what passed for it in Forks drifted in like mist, quiet and dim. The sound of light rain tapping against the glass walls was a soft lullaby, but Atlas was already awake. He didn't get nick of sleep last in the first place, only when the dawn came he managed to get an eye rest.
True to her words Rosalie kept him awake the whole night even if the meaning was different to what Rosalie intended.
Atlas lay still for a moment, the smooth weight of her arm draped across his chest, the scent or the reek of their intense carnal pleasure still clinging to the air.
Rosalie lay beside him, her consciousness returned some time earlier. Her golden hair spread like a halo across the silk pillows, her nude form tangled with his beneath the sheets, letting him feel those mounds he used like holding handles.
Atlas ignored his growing boner as he felt her eyes on him. She was watching him, unmoving, her amber eyes soft and contemplative.
Atlas blinked at her and gave her a playful smirk. "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were staring at me like a stalker."
Rosalie scoffed, rolling her eyes before giving his chest a mock punch. "It's called admiring my man, not stalking. Don't flatter yourself."
He chuckled, the deep sound vibrating under her hand. "Sure sure~.That was definitely admiration and not plotting to steal a lock of my hair in my sleep for some voodoo shit."
Rosalie sat up, graceful and unhurried, the sheets slipping from her bare body. She reached for the nearest thing she could wear his crisp white shirt and slipped it on. It was far too large, the sleeves falling past her wrists and the hem brushing her thighs. She added a pair of black cotton shorts, also his, cinched tightly at the waist. Together, they swallowed her figure, making her look like a decadent, slightly disheveled vision of domesticity.
"You know this is wildly inappropriate," she murmured as she buttoned the shirt, her tone amused. "A lady shouldn't be seen in a man's clothes the morning after. My grandmother would've fainted."
Atlas raised an eyebrow. "Your grandmother also didn't have a vampire mate she practically clawed the clothes off of last night."
Rosalie laughed softly. "Fair point." She turned toward the doorway but paused when she felt her wrist held by him.
She looked back only to see him pointing at his raging boner. A look of despair flashed on her godly face as she heard him. "Leaving without talking care of little Atlas?" He said playfully making her snort.
"I could try to take care of little Atlas for years straight and he would still not be satisfied."
"Yeah? How would you know if you don't try?" He smirked and pulled her making her fall near his thighs.
Atlas felt her cold breath on his raging dick making him shiver. He felt Rosalie inhale his musk, getting on it. The sight before him too gave him high.
It was too much seeing Rosalie perfect aristocratic face breathing on his veiny, thick and ugly cock with dialted eyes. It almost made him cum immediately but he controlled himself.
Rosalie after taking few deep breath of his musk gave a long lick with her cute little tongue to his shaft that dwarf her face. After trying to penetrate the small hole on his bulbous head with her tongue she started drooling on it. Slowly coating it.
Once his twitching member was completely coated in her saliva she dived in, talikng it halfway through her mouth before her gag reflex kicked in.
She twirl her tongue around it before talking it out and driving it back.
"Gog! Gog! Gurgle!!" Deep filthy slurping sound released from Rosalie's pouty lips as she stared stabbing her mouth with his dick.
Her lips were stretched to limits as she took more and more of Atlas's member with her honey eyes staring at his face.
As he said before the sight of her inhaling his cock was too much. Anyone who knew her or from Forks high saw this scene would have went mad from disbelief. It would have given them heart attack knowing the cold bitch Rosalie was using her throat like a cumdumpster to please a man.
It would cause chaos if revealed but Rosalie gave zero fuck in fact if Atlas asked she would gladly do this in front of the whole school to show them who she belongs. To show how she worships her man's monstrous cock.
"Rose I'm close!" Atlas groaned as he took her silky locks in his hand and start using her mouth like some fuck toy.
"Pah! Pah! Pah! " Rosalie eyes rolled back into her head from euphoria as loud clapping sound filled the room as her red lips keep crashing with his base.
The rough throat fuck lasted for almost half an hour before Rosalie felt Atlas exploding in her mouth his hot virile seeds. Just from that she too came completely drenching Atlas's shorts in her juice.
"God your mouth is the best Rose" Atlas said admiring her beautiful face that was ruined from his work with her eyes rolled into her head and venomous tears and saliva drenching it. Her tongue rolled out with drool mix with his cum dripping.
He rubbed his cock all over face that was morphed into a perfect ahegao face that frankly was too much with her face card. It made his softening length harden again.
Atlas moved to hold Rosalie's hair but before he could she came back to her sense vamp speed out his hold and disappeared into bath.
She returned a few sec back with removed of any trace of their adventure.
"I'm leaving now." She said opening the door. "Oh and don't forget. You're picking up Alice today. Don't be late. She'll know, even before you do."
"I'd never dare keep her waiting," he replied, already picturing the petite infectious excitement.
Rosalie nodded and walked out of the room closing the door behind, only to stop in her tracks.
Renée stood just outside, dressed in a light silk robe, her golden-brown eyes taking in the scene with one brow arched in surprise, then delight.
The silence stretched awkwardly until Renée broke it with a warm smile and enveloped Rosalie in a sudden hug.
Rosalie stiffened for a moment, unsure how to respond, still conscious of the fact she was wearing Atlas's shirt that reeked of their 'activity'.
Probably feeling her anxiety Renée's arms wrapped tighter, comforting and sincere that somehow made her relaxed.
"I'm so glad to finally meet another of Atlas's mates," Renée said softly. "It's been just me for so long… I've been waiting for you."
Rosalie blinked, surprised. "You… you don't mind?"
"Mind?" Renée pulled back with a warm laugh. "I won't deny I didn't at first but after coming terms with it and knowing how great Atlas's greatness was to keep him to myself only, I've been begging the stars to meet you. It also helps that having more people can give me some relief time from his 'punishment'"
Rosalie's lips curved in a small, knowing and grateful smile. "I guess that makes us sister-wives."
"I like the sound of that," Renée grinned. "Now, tell me everything. Is he as infuriatingly charming with you as he is with me?"
Rosalie chuckled, finally at ease. "Worse and yet I let him get away with it."
The two women stood in the hallway, talking like old friends. Rosalie eventually excused herself, needing to return to the Cullen house to freshen up, but not before promising her new sister to return soon.
Renée watched her leave, then turned on her heel, slipping into the bedroom.
Atlas hadn't moved much, still lounging half-sat in bed, the sheets drawn low over his knees, his member still hard and covered in Rosalie's saliva and his cum.
A knowing smirk made his face as he teased "Getting along with your new sister?"
Renée walked over slowly, her smile sultry as her eyes fell on his slimy cock. "I like her. I really do." She placed one knee on the bed. "But now it's my turn."
Her robe slid off revealing her mothering breast and peachy body as she climbed on top of him. The air between them turned electric, heavy with heat and arousal. Her lips met his with a hunger that left no room for morning pleasantries.
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