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)
She panted, trying to catch her breath, and I stole what little she’d captured when I leaned down and kissed her. “That was so fucking good,” I hoarsely praised against her lips. “Thank you, baby.”
“You’re welcome.”
“You good?” I checked in with her.
“Yes. I liked how rough you were. It was uncomfortable because you’re so big, but it felt good too.”
“Did you come?” She gave a frustrated whimper and then shook her head. I chewed my lip before saying, “Dance for me.” I’d already guessed that pleasing me was a huge turn-on for her, so I was going to continue what I had started.
“I can’t dance to this,” she objected shyly.
I dug my phone out of my pocket and opened one of the playlists before selecting a random one.
“Wetter” by Twista & Erika Shevon came through the house speakers connected to my phone, and Atlas sent me a rueful look as she listened to the lyrics. “You had this all setup, huh?”
“Stop stalling.”
I got comfortable again as Atlas rose unsteadily to her feet. She was stiff and shy at first as she slowly moved her hips until her gaze dropped to my lap, and she noticed my dick, which she’d already sucked dry, slowly growing in my lap. I gripped my piece and started stroking, and seeing me turned on from watching her seemed to loosen her the fuck up.
Her dress came off soon after, exposing her apple-sized breasts and brown nipples that had been taunting me through the thin material since dinner. The entire outer curve of her right breast was a white patch where the pigment had been lost, and her left areola was a blend of white and brown patches that made my finger flex with want. Most of her stomach, starting around her belly button and reaching toward her ribs, had also lost its pigment. Her feet and thighs were much of the same, while the rest of her legs and arms had been mostly left untouched.
It was her face, though, and those start-shaped patches dotted in a particular pattern from the right side of her jaw to her left temple that always made my heart skip a beat.
Atlas’s body was a work of fucking art. No one had ever gotten me this hard.
Naked, she climbed into my lap, still wearing the pearls, her heels, and glittery blue thong. I helped myself to handfuls of her plump ass as she twerked on my dick, getting it even harder.
“Are you going to be my new daddy?” she teased, referring to the lyrics as she pressed her wet pussy into my lap. The head of my dick pushed aside the material of her thong, brushing first her clit and then slipping and sliding through her wet pussy lips.
She was completely fucking soaked, getting my dick nice and lubed up to break her open later. I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning like a bitch as I smacked her ass hard enough to leave a hand print. “Hell yeah. You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”
I pulled one of her tiny nipples between my lips and suckled hard, making sure it hurt as much as it felt good. Atlas might be sad and broken, but she thrived on the pain.
“You going to fuck me, Daddy?”
With my mouth full, I nodded as she wound her hips to the beat and threw her head back as she lost herself in pleasing me.
When she finally opened her eyes, I could tell she was ready for more but didn’t know how to ask for it. Seeing that drop of innocence that somehow still remained after everything she’d been through shredded the last of my composure. I wrapped my arms tight around her waist before shooting to my feet. My slacks and boxers fell to my ankles, but I paid them no mind as I turned us both until her back faced the couch.
“Owen?”
I flipped her upside down without a response, and she yelped in surprise when her head hit the couch cushions. I pressed my palms to the back of her thighs, folding her in half so she couldn’t move while I handled business.
I shoved her thong aside, and for a moment, I just gazed in awe at how fat and pretty her pussy was before diving in with a vengeance.
“Oh, my God…Owen!” she half screamed, half moaned, from the shock of me eating her pussy.
I attacked her clit as if it owed me money. I didn’t want her to come yet, so I used my fingers to spread her ass and pussy before tunneling my tongue inside her and feeling her walls try to pull me in deeper. I might have spent ten minutes French kissing her pussy, stopping every now and then to watch how it throbbed and leaked her arousal before her body started convulsing.