Page 60 of Atlas

It’s all the signal I need to spin her around. I bend her over the bed, spread her palms out and make sure she has a solid foundation before I grasp her hips and drag them high int the air. She lets her legs fall open, giving me a delicious view of her drenched panties.

I brush my fingers over her panties, bumping my knuckles against her clit. She gasps and thrusts back, riding my hands even though I haven’t even dipped them below the fabric.

“Please.” She glares at me over her shoulder. “That’s please as in, please fist my hair around your hand, sweep my panties to the side, line your cock up with my entrance, and fuck me senseless.”

I love that filthy mouth. I love how Willa is so soft-spoken and sugary, kind and considerate outside of the bedroom, but in it, she turns into a mouthy goddess who’s not afraid to be bossy or just ask straight up for what she wants.

It’s easy to follow her directions.

She has her hair down, it’s loose and easy to wrap several times around my fist. I hold it just tight enough to give a little bit of pressure.

She purposely leans forward in order to cause a little discomfort and thrusts her hips back at me teasingly.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I scrape out. “You’re going to turn me into an animal in ten seconds.”

“That’s exciting. Can I pick werewolf? I’ve always wondered about the knotting.”

“Thewhat?”

She laughs darkly. “Nothing. Just something I was reading in a book.”

“Can I read that book?”

“Sure. Read it and you can get all jazzed up and then we can bang.”

“You read stuff like that?”

“Absolutely.”

“They describe it in detail?”

“Yeah.”

“That sounds…” I search for the right words while I keep stroking my fingers over her slit above her panties, teasing her clit. She freezes like she expects the worst, but she knows me better than that and relaxes before I even get out what I’m trying to come up with. “That sounds like a great date night.”

“A stay in and fuck each other senseless date night? Sounds good to me, babe.”

I sweep her panties aside and tease her bare, hot skin directly. “I thought you didn’t like the word babe?”

“It’s growing on me. Say it while you’re balls deep in me and I think I might change my mind even further and fall head over heels for it.”

I draw my fingers over her slit, circling and tapping her clit before bringing them back to play at her entrance. She jerks against me, breathing hard, begging me to fill her and stop teasing her by driving her hips back onto my fingers. My hand tightens in her hair.

“I can probably manage that.”

“The balls deep or the babe part,” she sasses.

I slip two fingers into her, but only give her the tips. She whimpers and tries to push back, but I draw them to me. “Probably just the babe part.”

“You’re a pussy tease.”

“I believe it’s called edging.”

“Edging. Pussy teasing. I think that’s just semantics.”

“I’m not giving you what you want?”

“I want you to feast on me. I want your fingers. I want your cock. Since none of that is happening, I suppose I’m going to have to say no.” She’s just being a brat. We both know that.

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