Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“It’s about time you told me.” Eloise smirks at me, that sassy little look in her eyes that tells me she’s planning to shock me a whole lot more in the future. “I love you, too.”
Fuck, I’m lucky.
I wake to soft and persistent kisses. “Morning, beautiful,” Atlas murmurs, and I burrow deeper into his warmth, the sound of him tugging me into consciousness.
“It’s too early,” I grumble as sleep pulls me back under.
“Want to see the house today?” he asks, and my eyes pop open. His boyish grin melts me. He’s got me so wrapped up in him I can barely breathe.
“I’d love to,” I purr, sin dripping from my voice as I stretch. The sheet slides down my body, revealing my tits which are begging for his attention. My nipples are already hard little peaks, ready for his lips.
“You’re playing dirty,” he growls, his voice low and rough. His eyes lock on my chest, and I see the hunger shining from within them. He reaches over, his fingers brushing down the front of my tit, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every fucking inch. When he reaches my nipple, he pinches it, and I gasp, arching my back to get closer to him.
“You like me dirty,” I tease, biting my lip as his fingers work their magic.
He leans in, his breath hot against my skin as he takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make me moan. His tongue flicks over the sensitive bud while I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. “Fuck yes,” he growls as my hips grind against the air, desperate for his touch.
He’s determined to drive me crazy. He moves down my body, his lips leaving a trail of fire as he goes. He kisses my stomach, my hips, and then he finally gets to the good part. He presses between my legs, spreading me open for his tongue to flick and tease my clit, and I nearly come right then and there.
“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs against me, his voice vibrating through my sensitive core. He licks me slowly, savoring every drop of my wetness, before devouring me with a hunger that makes me scream.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, my voice shaking as the pressure builds inside me. He adds a finger, then two, curling them just right. I’m close, so fucking close, but he pulls back, leaving me teetering on the edge.
“You ready for me?” he asks, lining himself up at my entrance. I nod, too turned on to form words, and he pushes in slowly, filling me inch by glorious inch. I moan as my walls stretch to accommodate him, and when he’s all the way inside me, he pauses, letting me adjust.
I don’t want him to take it slow. “Fuck me,” I demand, and he obliges, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room as he sets a brutal pace, each thrust hitting that sweet spot deep inside me. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, and he groans, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises.
“You feel fucking amazing,” he growls, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. But I don’t want him to hold back. I want him to lose control, to fuck me like he owns me.
As the orgasm builds and coils tight in my belly, he reaches down to rub my clit and I completely shatter. My body convulses around him as I come hard.
He isn’t far behind. With a final thrust, he buries his cock as deep as possible. His cock pulses while he comes with a guttural groan. He collapses on top of me, both of us panting and sweaty, but neither of us willing to let go.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs against my neck, and I smile, knowing this was just the beginning of our dirty little game. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I smile as he kisses me.
“Go shower before I fuck your sweet pussy again,” he says, landing a little smack on my ass. “We have a house to go see.”
“Okay.” I slowly slide out of the tangled sheets, wondering if things could get any better.
It’s not quite noon when we head out, and I’m not sure if the lightness in my chest is excitement or something else. Whatever it is, I want more of it.
We stop for coffee at a local little bakery I’ve been to a million times with Sage. It feels different this time, like every part of Riverbend Ridge has shifted because I’m seeing it through new eyes.
I’ve barely started to think about the house when it appears over the rise, and it takes my breath away.
“Holy—” I stop myself as Atlas watches me carefully. “It’s beautiful.