Page 51 of My Soul for Sale

“I think this body is sexy, too. These curves make me want to drop to my knees every time I lay eyes on you.”

“More,” she moans.

I pull my hand from her pants and drop to my knees, helping her take her tennis shoes off before tugging her leggings down her legs. She’s now bare from the waist down and I’m going to fuck her while Atlas tells the cunt at the door to eat shit.

Picking her up, I shove her against the wall, giving myself a little help. I let go with one hand, push my sweats down, and grab my cock, placing the tip against her cunt.

Slowly, I lower her onto my shaft. When I’m fully seated inside of her, I move my hand to her shirt, pushing it up to expose her sports bra. That won’t do. Grabbing a hold of the top, I pull it down so her tit can spill over the top and I suck the nipple into my mouth.

Sloane’s head drops back against the wall and her pussy tightens around me.

I fucking love how responsive she is.

“Atlas, I swear to god, if you choose her over me, I’m done for good,” Jenna threatens.

I drive my hips forward and up, fucking Sloane.

“Is this hot, baby? Listening to your boyfriend stand up for you while you fuck his dad?”

“Yes,” she pants.

“Okay, thanks for the heads up. See you never,” Atlas replies.

“I can’t believe you’d rather have a fat nobody instead of me! I’m done, Atlas. Our friendship is over!” Jenna screams.

Sloane’s face cracks and I know hearing Jenna speak about her like this hurts, even if she’s acting like it doesn’t.

“Don’t listen to that cunt, Sloane. You’re perfect. None of the things she says are true,” I reassure her as I pound into her.

“Maybe she’s right,” Sloane whispers.

“She’s not,” I snap. “If you were too heavy or not perfect for us, could I be fucking you like this right now?”

“The wall is helping to hold me up.” She sighs.

Not wanting her to believe the lies coming from one jealous woman, I spin us around so my back is to the wall.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” I tell her.

Both my hands are gripping the sides of her ass, and I’m sure my fingers are leaving bruises as I bounce her up and down my length.

I watch as her eyes widen and she moans.

“I’m sorry, Sloane. I’m sorry I let my temper get the best of me and used the past against you. You’re not Ali, I know that. But I know comparing you to her hurts, and I’d rather hurt you before you can hurt me. I’m a right bastard.”

“Oh god,” she pants, slapping a hand over her mouth.

I chuckle as she glares at me.

I remove her hand from her mouth, and her eyes narrow even more.

“Don’t talk about my mother while your cock is in my cunt. She’s nothing to me, Rip, and she should be nothing to you. You’re fucking me, not her.”

Her words and the anger behind them make me even harder, and I didn’t think that was possible.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say with a smirk.

“What do we have here?” Atlas’ voice comes from behind Sloane.

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