Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 119476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 597(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 597(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
He groans, reaching down and cupping himself through his jeans. “I meant here, the chair, the bed…”
“Oh.” I duck my head, but Atlas is right there, crowding my space and laying his lips on mine before I have the chance to feel embarrassed.
“Just tell me where you want me, and that’s where I’ll be,” he says, breaking our kiss.
“Well.” I take a small step away from him. “Before you go anywhere, I want you to…” Is it hot in here? Man, saying this stuff is harder than I thought it would be.
“Tell me.” His voice is soft—just the encouragement I need.
“I want you naked, too.”
Instantly, he grips his belt buckle, somehow undoing it with only one hand. I watch, utterly entranced, as he pops the button on his jeans before shucking them, and his boxers, down and kicking them off.
Atlas makes it look effortless, like stripping for me is second nature. Then again, with a body like his, maybe it is. He’s a big guy with wide shoulders and a broad chest that tapers into a narrow waist. His abs are a work of art, but right now it’s the space between his legs that has my attention.
He’s rock-hard, and there’s a small bead of liquid sitting right at the tip. I remember the taste of it on my tongue, the saltiness of it, and while I didn’t particularly enjoy it, I loved knowing that it was me who made him feel that way.
“Get on the bed, Atlas.” My voice is soft, wrapping around the two of us like silk.
Wordlessly, he obeys, positioning himself on his back in the center of the bed, with his arms behind his head.
I should probably be more nervous than I am, but as I join him on the bed, I can’t find even a hint of anxiety rolling around inside of me.
Instead, I’m eager, because I know exactly how he likes to be touched. I know just what to do to make him lose his mind. That knowledge… it’s intoxicating.
“You gonna stare at it?” Atlas asks, reaching down to stroke himself with one hand. “Or touch it?”
“Neither.” I push his legs apart, making room for me to kneel between them. “I’m going to taste you just like you did me.”
He groans, still stroking himself from root to tip.
I lean in and swipe my tongue over the head of his dick, barely even wincing at the taste before sucking the entire crown into my mouth.
“Fuck, Pip. Your mouth is perfect.” His hips thrust ever so slightly, like he’s desperately trying to keep himself from coming undone. Which is the exact opposite of what I want.
I want him wild with need for me. Feral even, because deep down, I know even if he’s crazed with desire, he won’t hurt me. It took my brain a while to get it, but now, I know unequivocally, he will never hurt me.
He’s still working his hand up and down his shaft as I focus all of my attention on the tip, but I want to play with all of him. To touch and taste all he has to offer.
I push his hand away, replacing it with my own, fisting his length while sucking him like he’s my own personal lollipop.
“Feels so good.” His voice is a barely audible rasp, and I love it. “Bet your pussy will feel even better.”
I gasp, and he slides deeper into my mouth. Tears fill my eyes and he tries to retreat, but I don’t let him. He’s so scared of pushing me too far, but what he doesn’t realize—what I’m only now realizing—is there is no such thing as too far with him.
I want everything he has to give me. I want him to test my boundaries and to help me be brave and bold. Because every time we’re together, even if it’s only kissing, he’s helping me gain back what his father took away.
“Pip, baby.” He fists the sheets between his strong fingers. “You gotta stop or—”
“Or what?” I ask, releasing him with a wet pop.
“Or I’ll come in your mouth.”
“And that’s a bad thing why?” Well, other than the taste. But it’s a win for him.
“Because I’d rather come deep inside your tight little pussy.” His cheeks go crimson, and I love it. I love knowing I did this to him. “If you still want that, I mean.”
“I very much want it.”
“Are you sure?” He pushes himself up so he’s sitting and takes my hands in both of his. “I don’t—it’s just this is your first time and—”
“I’m not exactly a virgin, you know?” I glance down to my rounded belly.
“I know.” He swallows roughly, releasing my hands in favor of cupping my stomach instead. “Before, you didn't have a choice, but now you do. With me, you always do. And every time you choose me, I'm going to fucking cherish it, Nora.”