Page 24 of My Soul for Sale

Such an eager little thing. She grinds harder, looking for more.

I promised she’d never have to ask, and that includes having to ask with her body. Sinking two fingers inside of her, I groan against her clit at how tight she is.

Flattening my tongue, I lap at her as my fingers dip in and out at a steady pace.

“I’m gonna come, Atlas,” she pants.

I don’t let up. I want her release on my tongue, drenching my fingers. It belongs to me.

Sloane’s legs begin to shake, and I know she’s close, so fucking close.

Pulling her clit into my mouth, I suck hard as I curl my fingers, rubbing them against her G-Spot.

She screams as she explodes on my tongue, her pussy squeezing my fingers like a vise.

There’s no way in hell Dad can’t hear her. I don’t care.

I lick her through the orgasm and when she releases my head from between her thighs, I send a silent thank you to the man upstairs that I didn’t come in my pants.

Standing up, I unbutton my slacks, letting them fall to my ankles and stepping out of them. My boxer briefs are the next to go. Gripping my cock in one hand, I stroke it hard and slow, watching as pre-cum drips from the tip.

I look up to see Sloane on her hands and knees, staring at me, her eyes blown with lust and her cheeks a pretty pink.

“Let me return the favor,” she purrs.

As if she could get any more perfect, she goes and says a thing like that.

“Not this time, baby. The minute those pretty lips wrap around my cock, I’ll spill down your throat. I’ve waited too long, prayed to every god who would listen to let me find you. I’m gonna be inside you when I come.”

“Okay. Raincheck.” She winks.

“We were tested for the auction, but it’s up to you. Do you want me to wear a condom?” I ask, hoping she says no.

I’ve never fucked anyone bare and I want her to be my first. I want to feel her wrapped around me, nothing between us.

“I’m on the pill,” she whispers. “I want to feel you.”

Done.

Climbing back onto the bed and over the top of her, I kiss her. “This weekend won’t be enough, Sloane.”

She smiles at me but says nothing, kissing me back, her tongue caressing mine with fervor.

Sliding a hand between us, I line my cock up with her little hole and drive in with one thrust.

“Ooooh!”

“You okay?” I ask, worried that I hurt her.

“It’s been a bit. Just move,” she pleads.

“Yes, ma’am.” I pump my hips in and out of her, long and slow. I want this to last and I don’t want her to think I’m a man who races to the finish line.

She needs to want more, to be dripping for it.

Her tits bounce with every thrust, and it’s driving me wild. “So fucking hot.”

Letting my finger move down to her core, I press my thumb against her clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

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