Page 52 of My Soul for Sale

“Not now,” I grunt.

“Took you long enough to get rid of her,” Sloane sasses.

“She’s like a leech. Not like you, baby. Right now, you look like a fucking queen.”

“Atlas,” I growl.

I’m already fucking the same girl as him and can’t seem to find a way to stop… not that I want to. But him watching is not something I even fathomed.

“Has my dad been taking care of you the whole time I was dealing with that bitch?”

“Yeees,” she loudly moans as I continue to bounce her on my cock.

“And you haven’t come yet? Not even once?” He looks at me, and his face is cocky as hell.

“Oh god! Noooo!” she moans.

He wiggles his brows at me and begins to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down enough to pull his cock free.

I look away because I have no desire to look at any penis except my own, let alone Atlas’.

“Baby, I’m gonna fill you up. Give you pleasure like you’ve never had. You want that?” he asks.

Sloane nods her head and Atlas grins before spitting on his hand and reaching down to, I assume, lubricate himself. Then the fucker reaches in front of Sloane, running his hand between us, and glides his fingers through her pussy lips.

“Dammit, Atlas,” I growl.

He only chuckles and removes his hand, lowering to her ass.

Sloane gasps and her eyes widen.

“Shhh baby, I’m just getting you ready for my cock,” he tells her.

“I’ve never?—”

“I’ll go easy. It’s gonna be so good for you. I’ll stop if you tell me to, promise,” he assures her.

Sloane nods once more and Atlas winks as he plays with her. I don’t pay him much mind, focusing on the beauty in front of me gliding up and down on my shaft.

“Okay, here we go,” Atlas announces.

Sloane hisses and drops her forehead against my shoulder, a whine leaving her lips.

“It’s alright, baby. Relax and let him in.” I don’t know why I’m coaching her through this, but here I fucking am.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Atlas grunts.

“Play with your clit, Sloane.”

She does as I instruct and Atlas slides the rest of the way in. I can feel him inside of her and it’s weird, but what isn’t at this point?

“So full,” she rasps. “Please, move.”

In only a few thrusts, Atlas and I find our rhythm, fucking her in alternating pumps and driving her insane.

Sloane is a panting, moaning mess. Sweat covers her forehead, and her eyes close as she opens her mouth in a scream.

The walls of her pussy squeeze me like a vise as she reaches her peak. I follow her over the edge, her cunt milking me for every drop of cum I have.

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