Page 28 of My Soul for Sale

That’s the truth. I mean, I know we fucked. But one minute he was accusing me of being just like Ali and I was slapping him. The next we’re kissing and he’s got me bent over the counter.

I didn’t ask or tell him to stop, though. No… I enjoyed every moment of it and I want more. Not just with him, either; I want it with both of them.

How fucked is that?

Atlas’ voice softens, and he braces his hands on either side of my head.

“You always looked at him like he hung the moon. Not like someone should look at their stepdad. You had that same look last night.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, wiping my eyes with my hands.

He leans in, his lips just a whisper away from mine. “Don’t be sorry. I’m just gonna have to work harder to prove that you’re mine.” Then he kisses me tenderly, the softness in his touch surprising me.

How can he say that? How can he still want me?

Pushing away, I move past him and sit on the bed. Atlas follows, dropping to his knees in front of me. “Talk to me, baby.”

“I don’t… I don’t understand. I just told you I had sex with your dad and you’re just okay with it. Like you knew it could or would happen.”

“We don't exactly have a normal father-son relationship. He was an amazing dad, but now that I’m an adult, he’s more like my best friend. I can’t fault him for wanting you. You’re sexy, kind, and everything I want.”

“You’re really not mad?”

“I’ve wanted you for years, Sloane, and now that you’re here, I’m not going to let anything get in the way.”

I can’t believe what he’s saying, but I’m not going to keep arguing. If he says he’s fine, then he’s fine, and he sure as hell looks and acts as if everything is okay.

“Get out of your head, baby.” He stands up and looks at me. “Get on all fours,” he barks.

His tone sends a thrill through me. I clamor to get to my hands and knees on the bed. Atlas’ shirt rides up, exposing my ass and slit to him.

He groans and I feel his mushroom head pressing against my opening.

Same as last night, he doesn’t push in slow. He slams inside of me and I cry out at the sudden intrusion.

“Last night was how our first time should have been. Now I’m going to fuck you like the naughty girl you are.” He thrusts in and out of me, his hips slapping against me.

Fuck. While last night was amazing, I like this a lot more. The fact that he’s fucking me with his dad’s cum still inside me is also doing things to me. I’m a lot kinkier than I thought, apparently.

“I want you to come on my cock, Sloane. Fuck baby, you’re so tight.”

My moans fill the room as he pounds into me. Reaching between my thighs, I rub my clit in tight, hurried circles.

The familiar warmth in my belly ignites instantly and my eyes close.

“I’m close,” I pant.

Atlas surprises me by pressing his thumb against my asshole, dipping it in slightly, only to pull out and do it again.

Shit! No one has ever played with my ass, and I’ve sure as hell never had anal.

If this is how it is, though… yeah, I’m a fan.

My orgasm slams into me like a freight train derailing.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” I scream as I soak his cock.

My pussy spasms around him and I drop my forehead to the mattress, trying to catch my breath as my heart races.

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