Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
But I didn’t.
The first time I tasted Atlas, I wanted her laid out and ass naked so I could take my time. I was going to get her addicted to my dick and then drop her troublesome ass like a bad habit.
Atlas whimpered in pain, and I loosened my grip. I was slow to realize what I’d done. Something deep inside of me must have rebelled at the idea of letting her go, and I’d tightened my hold on her as a reflex.
Choosing to ignore that, I shoved my hand up her work shirt and under her bra until I had Atlas in the palm of my hand. My thumb worked her nipple as I deepened the kiss, keeping her distracted while I pulled the tab on her jeans free.
A shuddering breath left her, and she jerked slightly at the feel of my fingers skimming her lower belly before diving into her panties and zeroing in on her engorged clit.
“Owen,” she moaned the moment I began to tease her.
“You’ve been keeping it tight for me?”
My baby eagerly nodded. “Yes.”
“Yeah? Let me see.” I slipped my hand down past her fat lips until my fingers found her opening already dripping. “Why is this pussy so wet, Atlas?”
Her eyes drifted open just a bit. “You know why.”
“Do I?” I carefully pushed one, then two of my fingers inside her and felt her slick walls immediately grip me. Fuck, yes. “I’m starting to think who you really want is that little weird bitch out there. You been giving her my pussy?”
Atlas shook her head, but I wasn’t sure I believed her. In the end, it wouldn’t matter once I got inside her. I’d ruin her for all.
Detached, I played in her pussy, watching the emotions play out on her beautiful face as I fucked my fingers deep. The sheer ecstasy in her expression was the only thing keeping me from going out there and putting two in her little “friend.”
I was an only child, and even if I wasn’t, I did not fucking share.
“Owen. Oooh…fuck!” Atlas cried out after I stabbed her pussy harder, the heel of my palm smacking against her clit. It was violent. Ruthless. Dirty. And she loved every second of it. If not her moans, then the wet squelch of my fingers tunneling in and out of her pussy made that a fact.
My dick pushed against my pants curiously at how much she was leaking around my hand.
But then…a foreign emotion suspiciously close to insecurity filled me as I wondered if Ruen was the reason. Was she thinking about her right now?
The moment the question formed in my head, my free hand flew from the shelf where it was resting above her head and closed around her throat. “Look at me.”
Her eyes slowly opened at my command, and the way she looked at me—like I was the sun after a storm—nearly persuaded me from my course, but in the end, my jealousy won out. All it had taken was me picturing her looking at someone else that way—giving them what should have been mine.
“If I find out you’re lying to me,” I warned. “If I found out she touched you, I’ll kill you both. I’ll snuff that bitch for taking what’s mine, and I’ll make you watch. I’ll fuck you while she bleeds out.”
“Oh, Owen,” she said again, this time softer and less desperate. Sure. Steady. Her hand rose and settled on my chest, right over my heart. It suddenly lurched in my chest as if reaching for her too. “There’s only you.”
A wave of calm rippled over me, and I leaned down to kiss her. I’d never been jealous before, so I didn’t know a healthy way of handling it. At that moment, I was going for what I knew, what felt natural. This, making Atlas feel good and showing that pussy who it answered to, was as raw and real as it could possibly get.
Somehow, though—when she kissed me back like this—it felt like she was the one who owned me.
Wanting to exorcise those thoughts, I paused to push a third finger inside her. She whined and rose onto the tip of her toes to escape the impossible invasion I was forcing on her tight little pussy.
“Shhh,” I hushed against her lips when she whined again. “You’re too tight, baby. Gotta stretch you if you’re ever going to take my dick.”
As soon as her pussy swallowed my third knuckle, though, she was coming, her walls spasming around my fingers, her lashes fluttering, and her lips parting on a silent scream.
Once her orgasm subsided, she sank against the shelf, and I pulled my hand free. I stared at her closed lids as I brought my fingers to my lips and licked them clean.
Fuck.
My dick jumped in my jeans at the first taste, and I just barely stopped myself from throwing her against those shelves and fucking that pussy open until it curved for me.