Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Atlas sweeps me up into his arms, cradling my bottom in his hands while he leaps up the steps and into the bedroom. As soon as we’re there, he slams the door shut and presses me up against it. I can feel him straining in his jeans as he kisses me, and it does incredible things to me in every possible way. I thread my hands through his hair, holding on tightly as he plunders my mouth. I grind against him, probably soaking us both because I’m wearing leggings and no panties.
I don’t think Atlas knows that, so when he breaks the kiss to suckle on my neck, I whisper raggedly in his ear, “I’m already drenched for you. And um, I have nothing on underneath these leggings, so when I say drenched, I mean totally drenched.”
At those words, he almost drops me by accident but catches me before I can hit the floor. I laugh wildly as he rucks his hands under my sweater and peels it off so quickly that my hair turns into a ball of static. He smooths his hands over it, and when he goes to tear off my bra, he gives me the shock of a lifetime. It freaking zaps me so hard that I do a little dance.
“Shit! I’m sorry!”
“Winter,” I mutter with a giggle. “It can be a bitch.”
Atlas falls to his knees and plants endless kisses all over my belly before he takes the clasp of my bra in his teeth—holy shit, I’m never buying a bra that’s not a front clasp again—and tears it open. Yeah, my man is talented.
His hands do the rest of the work, tearing my leggings down my legs and throwing them to the side, and then his hot mouth is on me, tasting and devouring me. His tongue plunges deep inside me, and my legs nearly buckle. In response, Atlas presses me up against the door again and frames me with his big shoulders to keep me upright.
He tortures me until I’m panting and wrecked but still doesn’t let me come. I know he’s doing it on purpose, dragging out the pleasure, so I beat his back lightly.
“Atlas,” I whimper. “Want you…”
“What do you want?”
I growl at his smug smile, but that growl is because I’m about to fall on my face. I’m so turned on, and Atlas’ chin is glistening from what he was just doing between my legs. “You, obviously.”
Grinning at me, he stands up, and I very nearly fall on my face. I watch as he walks over to the bed and collapses on top of it so hard that the bedframe shakes. It’s a strong frame, but he puts it to the test by doing things like that. Then, he stretches out on the bed and closes his eyes.
“Like this? Is this how you want me?”
I take a running leap and land on top of him, giggling wildly. He lets out a fake oomph like I just knocked the wind out of him when really, he caught me easily. Hastily, I grasp his jeans and get them open in no time. We are both clearly in a rush to get them the heck off. Unfortunately, he’s wearing underwear, but I make quick enough work of those too. His long sleeve shirt follows when he sits up and does that thing where he takes it by the scruff behind his neck and hauls it up and off with a single motion. It’s one of the sexiest things on the planet, and I swear it’s freaking erotic watching him strip like that.
With a groan, I grasp his cock, which is hard like iron yet somehow still velvet-soft in my palm. He hisses and lets his head fall back against the pillows as he sinks down below me, positioning me on top of him so I can straddle his legs. I have a box of condoms on the nightstand, and I’ll get one right away, but first, it’s my turn to torture him. A little payback for that stunt he just pulled where he made me vibrate for ten straight minutes without letting me find release.
My va-jay isn’t actually angry. No, she’s quite thrilled with the level of his skill.
“You’re so freaking hot right now,” Atlas hisses as I caress him, smoothing my hand down his thick shaft, then working back up to his tip.
He stares up at me. My hair is a staticky mess clouding around my face, my cheeks are probably stained red, my eyes are blown to black with desire, and my lips feel swollen, so they probably are. I can feel my nipples turning into literal stabby daggers, and I’m so wet that I can feel myself dribbling down my thighs.
Condom. Now.
I’m actually shit at foreplay, but his cock throbs in my hand, telling me that he’s perfectly okay with that. Besides, today is our day off. We’re already packed, we’ve said our goodbyes, the house is clean and ready, and everything is taken care of. Today is our day to do whatever we want to do, and I can’t think of a better thing to be doing than making adult hour stretch over the entire course of the rest of the day and night so we’re so exhausted by the time we get on the plane tomorrow and can sleep the entire way.