Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“There hasn’t always been just me, and well, we aren’t even a type that will stick together. We are bound to break.” I go to pull away, but he holds onto me tightly and pulls me back as he lies on the bed, bringing me with him. When I go to get up, he slides me up, so our faces are inches from each other.
“Bound to break,” he mutters. “Once I set my eye on something, I usually get it.” He leans up so his lips brush against mine.
“Lucky for you I am not a possession.”
Atlas pulls back, and then he does it again, his lips brush mine. “But you are. A treasure more like it.”
“You trying to sweet talk me, Atlas Hyde? Do you even know how to?” I chuckle.
“No. I don’t. I’ve never had to work this hard in my life to impress a woman.”
“Well, you still have a long way to go, because I’m far from impressed,” I say back to him, raising my eyebrows.
He pushes up between my legs; all I have on is an oversized shirt and panties, while he is completely naked below me. And believe me, I can feel every inch of him. It’s difficult to not move and touch it, because Atlas has an impressive dick, just like the rest of his body.
“You telling me you weren’t impressed earlier?” he asks, pushing again. This time I can feel him growing beneath me.
“I mean, in that department… you do okay.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Just okay?” Atlas’s hands move from my back and slide down, pulling up my shirt so he can slip his fingers into my underwear. “I mean, your screams didn’t indicate it was just okay.” As I lay on top of him, he pulls my underwear down, and I let him. When they reach my knees, his hand slips between us and he touches my pussy before he smirks at me. “You are so wet. I’m sure just okay was meant to be fucking amazing.”
Atlas slips in a finger, and when he does, my legs part even farther, giving him just what he wants. I can’t part them too much, as my panties are at my knees preventing it, but it gives him exactly what he wants, as he’s able to slide his fingers out, lift my hips, and push his cock straight into me.
Our eyes meet and lock on each other. He is the first to break away, looking down as he grins and pushes up, sending his cock farther inside me and making my hips start to move.
“Atlas, this can’t be anything more than sex,” I inform him, reaching behind me to pull my panties off and sit up. He does nothing but give me a smoldering look as my hands grip his tattooed chest, and my eyes shut as I feel every inch of him in me. My hips start rocking, and soon they are bobbing fast. Extremely fast as he helps me, pushing me back and forth in time with my own hips, so my rhythm never slows.
“If you say so, Theadora,” I hear him mumble, but I am way too lost in ecstasy to even reply. My hands lift, running through my hair, gripping on while rocking until I feel that perfect build-up. One of his hands leaves my hips while the other keeps me moving, and he reaches up and pinches my sensitive nipple. I crave it and lean forward. He does the same, and his mouth encloses around my nipple, pulling it with his teeth.
I come. I come so fucking hard that I’m pretty sure I see stars.
“There she is,” he affirms, throwing me to the bed, turning me over so I’m on my stomach, and he stands, pulling my hips back. He smacks my ass hard, then does it again. I am too sated to move as he lifts me by my hips and slams back into me.
Fuck me.
Literally.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Atlas
Theadora’s ass was made by the gods, her body was sent from hell to tempt and please wicked men like me. And men like me cannot say no to just once. No, we will continue to take and take until there is nothing more to give.
She moans as my cock slides in and out of her already soaking wet pussy. Those moans do mad things to me, and I almost forget to be gentle with her as my hand comes down on her ass again in a loud smack. I expect she likes it because every time I do it, I hear a small moan escape her lips, and her hips rise, telling me she likes it as much as I like doing it to her.
Now, if I could just get my hands around her neck, that would be the icing on the damn cake for me.