Page 61 of Atlas Uncharted

“Yes, Sir,” I gasped, my body pressing back against him, desperate for more.

But he stopped suddenly, pulling his fingers out, leaving me empty and wanting. I let out a frustrated whimper before I could stop myself. His hand came down hard on my ass, the slap stung, I had to bite my lip to keep quiet.

“You make another noise, and I’ll make you wait even longer,” he warned, his voice low and serious. His hand snaked up and roughly palmed my right breast before tugging at the nipple.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, my voice breaking. My pussy leaked.

“You’re so impatient, baby. I’m going to make you cum—but not on my fingers,” he whispered. Suddenly, he pushed into me, stretching me. My eyes flew open. I hadn’t even known I’d closed them. His arm tightened around my waist, and he had this low-eyed, lazy look on his face. He didn’t move. His eyes focused on me in the mirror.

“Look at yourself, Look at how desperate you are. You want me to fuck you fast or slow?”

“Slow,” I whimpered.

He started moving then, each stroke slow and deliberate, building a rhythm that made me whimper.

“Bad girl,” he murmured. “You’re being too loud,” he reprimanded as he watched me struggle to keep my composure.

I tucked my lips inside my mouth.

“That’s it... take it quietly.”

I gripped the sink harder.

“You’re doing so good for me. And your pussy feels so good to me. It makes me mad I had to wait so long to feel it again.” His praise washed over me, making my pussy tighten around him.

“Man, fuck!” His deep baritone bounced off the walls. He slid his tongue across his teeth, and his head lolled back on his neck. “You’re ready to give me another baby, because I’m definitely about to cum in you. You keep squeezing me like this.”

“Yes, Sir,” I moaned. The hold he had on me tightened, and his stroke became jerky.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head. The thought of him exploding inside me had me on edge. A few more strokes and I'd lose all sense. But when he reached around, his hand curling around my throat, and he squeezed—“Oh my God”—I lost it. My entire body shook, and my knees went weak. I had to tighten my grip on the sink to keep from falling. He squeezed me hardand growled through his orgasm—literally growled, the sound vibrating against my skin.

We both stood there for a moment, catching our breath, watching each other’s faces calm in the mirror. Then he pulled out slowly, making me gasp one last time before he stepped back. I felt his cum leak out of me as he watched it. He had this look on his face that said he wanted to clean up his mess then make another.

“Quick shower,” I muttered. “They are waiting,” I said to distract him.

He nodded, licking his lips and brushing out a hard breath.

My legs were unsteady as I turned toward the shower. He switched on the water, guiding me under the stream. We washed each other quickly.

I was trying my hardest not to be weird about it. We had just taken a giant step forward and there was so much that still stood in between us. But at the moment, I didn’t care. My body felt good, so I was content.

He kept staring at me as if he was seeing me in a new light. It was hard not to react.

As I adjusted the straps, I felt Atlas behind me, eyes tracing every inch of the dress. His hand snaked around my waist, fingers curling over my hip before sliding lower, gripping my ass firmly. He pulled me against him. His breath was hot on my neck, lips grazing the damp curls of my hair.

“I want to fuck you again. Right now.” His hands roamed my body.

I sidestepped him. “Time to go out.”

He caught my wrist, pulling me back for a moment, his grip rough. His face got serious.

“No more games, Kairi. No more pretending this isn’t real. It’s us now—me, you, and Dion. I’ve wanted this for so long, and you did too.” His voice dropped lower. “There’s no going back now. No stopping. Not for anything.”

I tried to pull back, but he only gripped me tighter, his eyes burning into mine. “You don’t get to run from this anymore.”

There was something threatening about his words, but before I could think about how to respond—or if I even wanted to—he switched up on me again.

“You go first,” he said quietly, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “I’ll be right behind you.”

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