Page 104 of Killer Confections
“Loxley?” Janette asks.
“Answer her, Short Stack,” Atlas taunts in a whisper. “Come on. Use your words.”
“Good!” I choke out before gritting my teeth. “She’s good! She stopped at a hotel and will be here this afternoon.”
Atlas’s lips twitch as I grab a handful of the beanbag chair behind me. He’s enjoying this far too much, but I’m too far gone to care about his cocky attitude.
“That’s great!” Janette calls as the sounds of more slamming pans fill the speaker. “Did you look over the files yet?”
Oh, fuck. I have to look at those…
Atlas adds a third finger, stretching me even further. I hiss lightly at the slight burn, but he shushes me as he pumps his hand slowly until it dissipates. As he opens me, I start panting into the receiver, unable to stop my body’s reaction.
“Oh, goodness. You sound like you’re running amarathon—”
“Fuck! I’m gonna call you back, Jan! Bye!” I cut her off with a groan before pressing the red button on my screen and slamming my phone down beside me. I grip a handful of Atlas’s hair before yanking on it. “Fuck!”
“Think you’re ready for me, baby?” he asks as he watches his fingers move in and out of me.
“I… I don’t know,” I answer truthfully, my head shaking from side to side.
“I think you are,” he decides before sliding his digits out of me and pulling his cock out. He spits on the head, using his free hand to lube him before positioning himself. “Relax. We’ll go slow…” his voice trails as he inches forward and I suck in a breath at the odd feeling. It’s invasive, but something hot burns in my core as Atlas pumps shallowly. With every thrust, he buries just a little more inside of me until he reaches the base and our hips mesh.
It stings a little, but that quickly fades as he moves. He tests it first, pulling out halfway before thrusting forward. When my panting turns to desperate moans, he snaps. His hands push the backs of my knees until they touch the floor beside my head and I’m folded in half as he drills into me. All I can do is hold on to his wrists as he uses my body. My nails dig into his flesh and I feel like I’m on the cusp of something I can’t reach without the proper stimulation. It’s maddening, yet so fucking good I don’t want it to end.
He’s so close to me our eyes connect and I’m held hostage by the darkness in his. The possession, the need,the ravenous hunger. It all grips me tightly, sucking me into him.
“I’m going to fill your ass,” he grits. “Then, I’m gonna watch my fuckingcumdrip out of you.”
A breathless sound leaves me as he picks up speed, slamming into me with abandon. All I can do is hang on for dear life until he finally stills and warmth floods me. He holds me tightly, everything halting as he throws his head back with a groan.
The second he’s finished, he pulls out of me and watches as his release eventually dribbles from my ass.
“Fucking beautiful,” he mumbles appreciatively.
My hips undulate slightly, asking for what I was denied. Atlas smirks before propping one of my legs over his shoulder and slowly sinking down to his stomach on the floor.
“Is this what you need?” he hums before collecting his cum on this thumb and then swiping it through my folds. “You want me to eat this pretty pussy until you soak my face again? Ask me nicely.”
“Please,” I draw out the word, moving my hips closer to his awaiting mouth. “Please make me cum.”
He shakes his head, his chest rising and falling with his breath. “You know what the fucking begging does to me.” He growls before shoving his face between my folds and I throw my head back as my hands grip his hair tightly.
I’m overly sensitive and the feeling is almost too much as his tongue lightly circles my clit.
But, once again, I’mnota quitter.
My skin glistens with sweat as I grind my hips against his mouth. I’m face fucking him to reach my climax and I don’t even care. My need is far greater than my dignity at this point.
Atlas doesn’t seem to mind either as he hums approval into me before shaking his head side to side and strumming my clit until my vision goes white and I throw my head back on a scream.
As I come down, I realize just how tightly I’m holding onto his hair and my hands loosen. I take a few dark strands with me, but Atlas looks like he’s on fucking cloud nine as he smiles up at me.
“What…” I swallow, my chest rising as I suck in a breath. “What’s got you so smiley?”
He kisses the inside of my thigh before looking at me through his lashes. “We have a party to go to.”
I blink at him before sitting up quickly. “A party? When? Where?”
