Page 114 of Atlas
“I thought you loved that look. You told me so.”
“I do. But Atlas, I can’t right now.”
Taking a stance in front of her, I pointed to the floor. “The laundry can wait.”
Jolene shook her head and moved to the side with a cheeky smile. “You’re gonna have to catch me first.”
“Run all you want, but we both know, I’ll catch you, and when I do, I’ll discipline you for not following orders the first time.”
Jolene took off, leaping over the sofa and heading to the kitchen, where the island provided her a buffer to separate us. With a growl of excitement, I took up the chase. The outcome was a given, and two minutes later, I had a firm grip on her hair, and she was kneeling with my cock in her mouth.
I pressed in deep and enjoyed the sounds she made. “Relax your throat. Yes, good girl.”
Jolene was the perfect balance of strong and submissive.
“Get up.” Pulling her up from the floor, I took a step back. “I want you naked. Strip!”
Music was playing in the background as Jolene undressed with a flirtatious smile. First, her shirt, then her pants, socks, and chemise. The black lingerie she had on was one of my favorite sets that I’d bought her. It brought back sweet memories of fucking her in a fitting room a few months ago.
“Take it off,” I ordered and feasted on the sight of her perky tits when she removed her bra and let it fall to the floor.
With a low growl, I backed her up against our dining table and lifted her onto it before pushing her back.
My fingers hooked into the black silk of her lace panties, and with a satisfied groan, I tugged them down over her hips and thighs.
“Spread your legs, Jo.” I loved to see her open herself up to me and rewarded her by letting my fingers slide inside her. She was soaking wet from our foreplay. With my fingers glistening from her juices, I brought my index finger to her mouth. “Taste!”
With our eyes locked, Jolene opened her mouth and licked my finger.
“That’s the taste of a horny girl who wants to be fucked by her man.” I smeared the finger over her lips, and then I squatted down and brought her butt to the edge of the table. The moment my tongue touched her swollen clit, Jolene closed her eyes and leaned her head back with a deep moan. I bit the soft skin on her inner thigh and hooked my arms around her legs to keep her right where I wanted her.
Her taste had become like my favorite wine. Her scent alone was familiar and ignited memories of feeling loved and accepted. For her to trust me, unconditionally, and surrender control to me, made me want every part of her a thousandfold.
Jolene’s stomach and chest was rising and falling as her breathing grew more intense.
“Oh, yes. Yes, Atlas, right there.”
I pulled back and slapped her pubic area, with just enough force that it would feel good to her. “Did you just tell me what to do?”
“I’m sorry.”
“You should be.” I slapped her again, and she moaned with pleasure.
“Maybe you need a spanking to remember that I’m in charge here.”
“No, I’ll be a good girl.”
“Even good girls need reminders. Turn around and put your hands above your head.”
Jolene stepped down on the floor and turned to bend over the table. I stood behind her, taking my time to unbutton my shirt and remove it before sliding my belt out of my pants. Bending it, I let it glide over her body before placing it around her neck. Letting go, I unzipped my pants, took a condom from my pocket, and let the pants drop to the floor before stepping out of them. My cock was peeking out over the top of my briefs, which I pushed down to stand naked behind the woman I loved.
Putting on the condom took a second. I had pretty much done it several times a day for five months now, and the sweet sight of Jolene’s red buttocks was a reminder of how much I loved to spank her cute ass.
“Did you do as I told you to at work?”
“Yes.”
“Did you think of me and our amazing morning fuck every time you sat down today?”
