Page 43 of Claiming Atlas

Atlas

She giggles as she slides up to the head of the bed, and I remember how I wanted to see her hair spread out across the pristine white pillow. “Take your hair down.”

Her brows furrow briefly, but then she does what she’s told, reaching up to pull a bunch of bobby pins from her hair.

When she’s done, I look at the pile of pins on the nightstand and laugh. “Do you think you had enough?”

“I have a lot of hair.” She shakes her hair out and the laugh dies on my lips, because it looks just as fucking perfect as I imagined. Thick and dark brown, it spreads out on the pillow in waves, and I think I might grab a handful to hold onto later when I fuck her from behind.

My dick twitches, so I massage it, then look down at her nearly-naked body beneath me. The wetness has soaked the pale pink mesh of her panties, and her pussy lips are clearly outlined against the fabric. I reach down and run my fingers over them and her legs spread wider. I lie down on the bed and bring my face closer to her pussy, then run my fingers over her lips again. She smells so fucking good I might break my own rule.

I slide the fabric aside, then run my fingers over the wetness, coating them so I can slide inside of her and feel that tight pussy for myself. When I slip my first two fingers inside, she moans, like she’s been waiting for me to finger fuck her for her whole damn life. I curl my fingertips up against the inner wall, pulling her toward me with each gentle tug because this pussy is mine. She reaches up to play with her breasts, and I feel a pang of jealousy. Because those are mine too. I massage her a few more times, then slip my fingers out and push out of my boxers.

She looks down at me indignantly, then lowers her gaze to my cock. She licks her lips...

Maybe I should fuck her mouth.

I grip my cock with the hand that was just in her pussy, coating it with her juices, then I lean over her and slide my cock against her lips as I pull her nipple into my mouth.

“Oh,” she says, the word throaty and full of need, and not really a word at all, but more an exclamation.

I press my dick against her, harder, sliding back and forth in her wetness until it’s all I can do not to slip inside of her. I groan, my eyes closing as I think about fucking her bareback.

I can’t remember the last time I felt a good, tight pussy wrapped around my cock without a rubber shield between us.

She wraps her legs around my hips and presses up against me, arcing as she slides up and down my shaft. It’s wet, and hot, and the way she moves against me, like her pussy was made to hug my cock... I place my hands on the bed above each shoulder and stare down at her as she gets off on grinding my dick. She moves faster now, and I move with her, and I haven’t done anything like this since I was a teenager trying to get as close to pussy as possible, and yet somehow this is sexy as hell.

She is sexy as hell.

I wrap my arm around her waist and turn us over so I’m lying on my back and she’s straddling me. I press up against her and she resumes grinding me again, sliding up and down on my cock like a goddamn slip ‘n slide.

When I think she’s about to come, Kayla looks down at me, her breath a hot rush of heat on my face and her eyes heavy with how much she wants me. “Do you have a condom?”

I motion to the nightstand. The box is in plain sight and already opened.

She frowns.

I look like a real fucking creep, don’t I? Fuck. I struggle for something to say while she hesitates, but it’s too late to try to pretend that condoms haven’t been used in this room already. To justify that this is somehow different.

Ah, fuck it. Why do I even care?

She finally reaches for them, and I exhale too loudly, bringing her attention back to me.

“What’s wrong?” she asks as she opens a wrapper. “Think I might figure out I’m not the only woman in your life?”

I laugh, but there’s a hint of bitterness in her tone. She doesn’t think she’s the only one, that would be stupid, but I know chicks, and chicks at least like topretendthat they are.

Note to self: next time those bad boys are going in a drawer, and each chick gets a brand new, unopened box.

She slides backwards, and my dick pops up, ready for its next assignment. She places the rubber over the tip, then slowly slides it down over my cock, and my eyes roll back in my head. Even just her touch is enough to make me want to come all over the place.

I must be hornier than usual.

She slides forward, positioning herself at the tip of my cock, then slowly slides down until I’m fully inside her. She whimpers as she starts to ride me. I grip her hips, then pound into her, matching her motion as we finally finish what we started back when she first turned me down but couldn’t stop eye-fucking me. I didn’t want things to be over this quickly with this one, but sometimes you just gotta go where the wind takes you, and tonight it’s taking us on a direct flight to pound town.

I thrust into her and watch her tits bounce up and down, mesmerized by the movement of her soft flesh. There’s a small freckle beneath the left one, and I follow it with my eyes as she moves. Her body is somehow lean and soft at the same time, like she works out but also eats, and mmm, now I’m thinking of eating and she’s on the menu.

She looks down at me, smiling wickedly with her bottom lip between her teeth. “Did you just growl at me?”

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