Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
“Hell, nah. So you can get scared and make me stay up to keep watch while you sleep?”
“It was one time, Owen. This one doesn’t even look that scary.”
“You jump one time, and I’m putting your ass out,” I warned as I clicked on the movie.
Atlas said nothing and shifted closer, her leg now hooked around mine and her hot pussy pressed against my thigh. I bit my bottom lip and kept my eyes on the TV to keep from snatching her ass up and giving her this dick.
Twenty minutes into the movie, Atlas moved again, and I bit back a curse when I felt her arousal seep through my boxer shorts. I made the mistake of grabbing her hip to keep her still and looked down at her. “What are you doing?” I asked in a low tone.
“Nothing,” she whispered while staring up at me. The light from the TV flickered across her face.
I shifted my hand from her hip and gripped her ass through the shirt. “It don’t feel like nothing.” The heat from her pussy was searing my fingertips. “Atlas…” I shook my head, catching on to what she was trying to do. “We can’t.”
“We already have. What’s one more time?”
“We’d know this time.”
It was her turn to shake her head. “I don’t care anymore. I miss feeling you inside of me.”
I slapped her ass hard enough to make her hiss. “Stop this shit, Dream.”
“Why?” She whimpered. “Don’t you want to?”
“Of course, I want to.”
“Then fuck me.”
“You’ll regret it in the morning.” We both would.
“I won’t,” she denied.
I didn’t respond as I shoved up the tank and my fingers found their way between her thighs. Atlas eagerly turned onto her back and let her legs fall open. I cursed at what I found as I rubbed her swollen clit.
Atlas was gushing.
“Your period is coming,” I mused aloud. Atlas was always horniest right before her cycle. Anything went during those few days before she bled and even sometimes during. She’d even let me fuck her ass or run a red light. The memories had me leaning down and kissing her fat pussy lips a couple of times. “Behave,” I whispered to it as much as her.
“Please, Owen. Just this once. No one will know.”
I was quiet as I considered my options.
Fucking her would be purely selfish. That much was clear. It didn’t matter that she was begging me. I promised I would take care of her, and until we got the results back, it meant denying my baser urges.
Still, I couldn’t ignore the desperation in her eyes, not just for me to fuck her but to prove that I still loved her enough to do anything for her—even to my own detriment.
I was so lost in my own thoughts I didn’t notice right away when her hips stopped writhing. I looked up and the tears rolling down her cheeks from my unspoken rejection were my undoing. Her head was turned, and when she wouldn’t look at me, I knew she was thinking the worst.
Yes, Atlas needed relief, but she needed a gesture of my love even more. She wanted proof that I would walk through hell for her even now.
There was only one way I could do that without destroying all that was still good and pure in her.
“Fuck.”
I moved my hand from her pussy and reached across her to snatch her phone from the nightstand. I unlocked it since I knew the code and went into her text messages. I quickly found the thread I needed and typed out a quick message before I changed my mind.
SOS. I need you.
He’d probably never look at me the same again. I’d offered him my deformed soul, and he spat it back out.
I’d never been so humiliated.
My pussy didn’t get the memo, though. I was still dripping, still aching.
The door bell rang over and over like the person at the door had no home training, and Rowdy bolted from the bed and the room like he couldn’t get away from me fast enough. Shame spread through my limbs like a cold frost that would never end as I curled into myself and prayed for death.
I should go home.
I thought about calling my mom but knew she wouldn’t answer.
She never answered.
But I missed her voice and warm hugs.
I was reaching for my phone when I heard voices downstairs. I only recognized Rowdy’s.
The other voice was softer, lower.
I couldn’t hear what Rowdy was saying, but I heard the front door slam closed moments later, and then unhurried footsteps on the stairs.
I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until the bedroom door pushed open, and I looked over my shoulder.
My breath rushed out of me when the shadows from the dark hallway parted, and I saw who stepped inside the dimly lit bedroom.