Page 41 of Letters to the Lost

My walls tighten around his fingers as I explode, his fingers still pumping into me slowly as he eases me down from my orgasm.

When I open my eyes, I look up into Atlas’s emerald-green eyes. Lust blazes in them as he stares down at me.

“I like seeing you fall apart in my arms, Pumpkin.”

“I quite like it too,” I laugh softly.

My hand trails down his stomach until I reach the hem of his t-shirt and tug it up, revealing his toned abs. Unable to resist, I lean down and lick them.

“Autumn,” Atlas groans, the sound going straight to my core.

“Yes?”

“I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

“What’s stopping you?” I ask him.

Self-consciousnessruns through my brain about me not being good enough, that why would a man like this ever want a fucked-up girl like me. But I manage to squash all of that from my head when I see the love shining back at me from his eyes, the eyes that are now filled with heat, his eyelids hooded.

“I don’t want to pressure you,” he tells me, always so mindful of me even when it puts his wants on the back burner.

“I want to, Atty. I don’t want my past to define me forever. I want to try this with you, but I think I need to be on top just to start with.”

“Anything you want, baby.” He hauls my body to straddle his, my legs stretching over his thick thighs as he lays there looking up at me.

Leaning down I connect my lips to his. I don’t think I will ever get enough of kissing this man, or any of them to be honest. It’s intoxicating and I’m always left feeling dizzy after.

Atlas grabs the hem of my shirt as he looks up at me, silently asking if I’m ok to move further. With a nod, he rips it over my head revealing my lacy black bra to him.

“So fucking perfect,” he groans, his head falling back into the pillow with a soft thud.

His thick cock presses against the fabric of his sweatpants and I can feel every delicious inch of him pressing against me.

We make quick work of ridding ourselves of our clothes, completely bare to one another. I can’t take my eyes off of him. Rubbing my thighs together, desperate for some release. Atlas positions me back on top of him once again. His hands roam over my body, making me squirm over his cock making it slick.

“You are so beautiful, Autumn. I’m so fucking lucky to call you mine." Atlas looks over my nakedness, his hands following the very path his eyes make.

“Do we need a condom?” Atlas asks me, making me pause.

“We can if you want to, but I have the implant.”

“Fuck. The idea of feeling you bare is almost too much.”

Unable to take it anymore, I lift myself up slightly, positioning the tip at my entrance. Atlas’s eyes are fixated on mine, his hands holding on firmly to my hips as I slowly lower myself onto his long thick cock. He’s large, I can feel a slight burn as I continue to rock against him sliding his cock into my pussy inch by inch until he’s fully sheathed.

“Fuck,” I mutter. I feel so full, and the way he’s looking at me already has me wanting to fall over the edge.

“Are you ok Pumpkin?” Atlas asks, stroking my cheek, his thumb running over my lips and making them part slightly.

“I’m good,” I tell him, my lips brushing against the skin of his thumb making his cock jerk inside of me. I start to move my hips, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy as I fuck him slowly wanting to savor this moment.

“Fuck Autumn, you’re torturing me here.” Atlas pants from beneath me, his hips bucking as he desperately tries to take control.

Stopping my movements, I lean down and kiss him once more before I lift myself from him, his cock slipping out of me, and move to lay next to him.

Atlas thankfully seems to realize what I’m doing and moves between my open legs as he slowly pumps his hard cock with my arousal in his hand.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Autumn. You just say the word and I'll stop.”

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