Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
I take the backpack from her and set it in the floor. Then I pull her into my arms and hug her. It’s something I’ve never done with the women I’ve slept with. But it seems like Atlas needs comfort and hell if I don’t want to be the man that provides it.
She relaxes against me. “Thanks for being cool about this.” Her words are muffled by my dress shirt.
I rub her back in a soothing circle. “We don’t have to do this tonight. We could stream a movie instead.”
She runs her fingernails down my dress shirt. “You’re not getting out of this that easily.”
I chuckle and move my hands from her back, letting them drift along the curve of her ass. I squeeze lightly and groan. “One day, I want to spank this ass.”
She leans back and searches my face, but I don’t miss the interest in her gaze or the way her breathing hitched as soon as I mentioned the word spank.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Fuck if she’s not perfect for me. There are a hundred things I want to do to her, a million ways I long to explore her. One night won’t be enough for all of it.
She nods only for a sad smile to cross her face. “One day.”
Since I don’t want her thinking about that, I drop my head and kiss her roughly. “Turn around,” I command when I finally part from her lips long enough to give both of us time to breathe.
She instantly does as I instructed, and it fills me with pride.
I pull her back against my front, grinding my cock into her soft curves. I haven’t even gotten Atlas naked yet and I’m already hard as steel.
“You’re mine tonight,” I growl. “Say it.”
She shivers. “I’m yours tonight.”
“That’s my good girl.” I reach for the zipper of her dress and drag it down as slowly as I can. I watch the material pool at her feet, mesmerized by her perfect round globes. I’ve never been an ass man before but with Atlas, that’s quickly changing.
“Face me.”
She turns toward me, hunching and trying to hide her body by crossing her arms over her black lace bra and putting her legs together.
I pull out her hairband, letting her soft blonde waves cascade down her shoulders. She’s so damn beautiful that it makes me ache. “I want to see what’s mine.”
She hesitates. “You’ve seen this already and besides, you’re still dressed.”
“Good girls get rewarded,” I remind her.
The way her face lights up and how quickly she stops hunching makes me realize that Atlas is eager to please me.
I reach for the front clasp of her bra, baring her breasts to my view. I help her shrug out of the thin material and groan. “You have amazing tits.”
They’re the full, firm kind that were made to be sucked on.
“Stand at ease.”
She frowns, so I show her how to assume the correct stance. I teach her how to put her arms behind her back, loving the way the posture forces her breasts out.
“This is your reward,” I explain, dropping to my knees. I take her in my mouth and suckle her as deeply as possible, running my tongue over her sensitive nipple repeatedly.
When she’s tugging on my hair and begging for me to stop, I do. “Back at ease.”
She shifts from foot to foot. “Please. It aches.”
“I’ll get to that when I’m finished.” It kills me that she’s aching even if it’s in a good way. Everything in me longs to soothe it for her. But I need her to be soaked for this.
“Eric.” The single word is a plea. I want to hear her say my name with that desperation every night for years.
“Who do you belong to tonight?”
“You,” she practically sobs the word.
“So, who gets to decide when and how you receive your pleasure?”
“You do.”
“That’s right.” I smack her ass lightly then resume my slow torment. This time I take her other breast and suckle it for several long moments.
Finally, I let my fingers drift lower to explore her folds. She’s so drenched I can smell her aroma.
Even though I tasted her earlier, I can’t help wanting her that way again. “You’re going to stand very still and you’re going to let me taste your sweet cream.”
Her blue gaze is frenzied. “Please. Just make it better.”
I drink her sweet juices, making her come twice. After the second time, I can’t hold back anymore. The primal urge to claim her is overpowering me.
“On the bed,” I grind out as I rip out of my clothes and roll on a condom.
I don’t have to tell her twice. She’s on the bed within seconds.
I grab her knees and pull her to the edge of the mattress.
“These thighs spread only for me.” I’m too far gone to realize what I’m saying or even care that I’m asking for promises that we both know will never be kept.