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)
I rested my forehead against hers, closed my eyes, and sighed. “What the hell are we doing?” I rhetorically asked aloud. I felt her irritating ass give a tired shrug anyway. “You got my dick hard as a rock.” I lifted my head and stared down at her. “What are you going to do about it, Atlas?”
She gulped while blinking up at me through deceitfully innocent eyes. I wasn’t sure how much experience she had, but I’d bet every dime I had she wasn’t a virgin. She’d let some little boy get in my pussy, and it was all I could do not to make her give me his name and address.
“What do you want me to do?”
I inhaled deeply before saying fuck it and dropping my hand to my belt as I stepped back. “Get on your knees.” I could see the indecision in her eyes seconds before she sank to the floor. Slowly, I undid my belt and jeans giving her time to say no if she wanted to. Her nervous gaze dropped to my crotch once I was done, but she didn’t say a word. “Take it out.”
This time, she didn’t hesitate.
My stomach dipped violently, and I bit back a curse when she slipped her hand inside my boxers. Her skin was so fucking soft and warm it made me that much more eager to feel the rest of her.
For now, I’d settle for her mouth.
Atlas’s hand slowly slid though my coarse pubes before curling around my dick. I watched with the attentiveness of a magnifying glass as the timid curiosity in her expression slowly shifted to shock and then horror when she realized she couldn’t close her hand.
The terrified gasp that escaped her was my only warning before she snatched her hand back and let it rest in her lap. I only just managed to keep my irritation down as I brushed her bottom lip with my thumb. “What’s the matter?” I questioned gently. “You change your mind?”
I could see her internal war to prove herself before common sense kicked in, and she gave a wordless nod.
“That’s cool.” I zipped my jeans back up and buckled my belt before helping her to her feet.
“Are you mad?” she questioned worriedly.
“I’m a grown man, Atlas. No, baby, I’m not mad.”
With one text, I could have another bitch kneeling in this exact same spot within minutes, but I chose to leave out that part since I knew her ass would only cry about it.
Truthfully, Atlas’s reaction had come as no surprise. I’d fucked inexperienced girls before when I was just a kid myself, and this happened more often than not. Females always claimed they wanted a big dick to ride, only to run scared as soon as they found one. I never really gave them a second thought nor a chance to waste my time again, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted to make an exception for Atlas.
“Go finish helping Tuesday set up. I’ll get at you later,” I told her as I pulled my phone out and opened the Instagram app to type a private message.
My dick is hard
I could feel Atlas’s gaze on me as I read the response that came seconds later.
Savvy G: where r u
I messaged my location, and Savannah’s reply came before I could close the app.
Savvy G: Omw can we talk after
I pocketed my phone without responding and finally allowed myself to meet Atlas’s gaze. I didn’t like the hurt I saw there, but it wasn’t my problem. I was as single as four quarters. I owed her nothing.
As if she could read my thoughts as easily as I’d read hers, she shoved past me and ran from the closet.
Alone, I leaned against the shelf with my head back and my eyes closed, and that was where I stayed until I was sure I wouldn’t chase after her. I then climbed the stairs to my office, where I used the same hand still sticky with Atlas’s juices and a wad of spit for extra lube to make myself come.
Afterward, I used a Kleenex to clean up the evidence and cracked open a new bottle of Hennessy.
Two glasses later, I checked my phone.
Savvy G: hey im here
Savvy G: im waiting for u big daddy
Savvy G: where r u
Savvy G: hello?
Ignoring Savannah’s attempts to reach me, I lit up a blunt and did some sleuthing to find Atlas’s Instagram. I didn’t have time for social media, but luckily, I’d made a profile years ago when the shop first opened to help promote it.
Now I guess it’s main use would be for stalking Atlas’s complicated ass.
Savannah kept messaging me, but I ignored every one. If my hesitation to hurt Atlas’s feelings wasn’t reason enough to leave her alone, I didn’t know what was.