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It takes a second, but a grin slowly works over his face. He runs his tongue along his lower lip, making a sound low in his throat at the taste of me still lingering there. “Just my pride.”

“Your pride? You saved me from hitting that floor like an egg and splattering all over it. And you gave me the best orgasm of my life.”

“Thatwas better than the last one?” he asks incredulously.

“You were doing things with my g-spot that I didn’t know were possible. It was magnificent.”

I straighten up, getting my legs arranged on the concrete in a way that’s almost comfortable. I’m naked. He’s naked. I just had my mind blown, but as I realize that his hard cock is trapped underneath of me, pulsing against my ass, a throbbing need deep inside of me responds at the same time.

I stare down at him. All I’d have to do is shift an inch and his cock would be right there. I could slip him inside of me and we could fuck and it would beglorious. Mind blowing all over again. Ground breaking. Earth shattering. Cosmic realigning.

“If I rode the shit out of you right now, would your spine handle it?”

“My spine can take it. Can your knees?”

“My knees can take it. Can you handle my magic pussy?”

His eyes practically cross and it’s the cutest thing to watch a faint pink stain creep up his neck and over his jawline to his cheeks.

“That was a joke,babe. You’re my ride or die. I’m going to ride you until you die. You don’t stand a chance. You’re going to be fucked into oblivion.”

His eyes fix firmly on my sticky breasts, and he groans, but then his smile slowly works its way back into place and he grasps my hips. “I can’t think of a better way to die.” His strangled noise as I wrap my hand around the base of his cock sounds like he might do just that. In a good way. “Willa?”

“Yes, Atlas?” I notch him at my entrance, but wait to make sure he’s not truly hurt and he also fully wants this.

He doesn’tlookhesitant. His face is suffused with desire and desperation. “You’re really great, you know that?”

“Thank you.” I ease down a little bit, taking his fat cockhead. My eyes practically roll in their sockets at the sensation of him stretching me. “That’s incredibly touching given that you haven’t experienced the full power of my charms yet.”

I drive myself down in a single movement, impaling me so fully that his balls hit my ass. Now it’s his eyes that are rolling back, his head too, his back arched, his whole body shuddering with pleasure, every muscle tense and rock hard.

Nowhe knows.

Chapter 15

Atlas

Above me, Willa shivers, but she’s all fire. So tight and hot, wrapped around my cock. She could have been hurt, but I caught her. She rocks her hips taking control, taking me deeper. My dick weeps inside of her, throbbing as she lifts herself and slams back down. She’s doing all the work right now. All I can do is stare up at her, completely mesmerized by her beauty.

Her hands clutch my shoulders, one fanning to my throat. She sets it over my Adam’s apple, jumping with every breath, but she doesn’t press down.

She feels so good. Smells so good. She’s panting, dragging air through her noise noisily, her head tipped back, lost in the pleasure herself. My hips finally move, rolling inside her. With every thrust, she feels impossibly tighter, the ripples of her pleasure tracing through her muscles, pouring straight into me.

I want to let myself go, to lose myself in her, but when I close my eyes, the absolute black is there.

No. No, please.

Being with her has only ever brought me peace. Her presence has always been a soothing balm to the torn and flayed skin. She’s seen down to the heart of me, but that’s not where I’ve hidden this. It’s deeper. In the pit of my stomach, which churns and spins, nausea rising in my chest.

I make a choked sound. I wrench my eyes open, but the black is still there. It’s taken over my vision so that I can see nothing at all. It’s thicker than tar and darker than a starless night. There’s nothing to guide me, nothing to ground me. I can’t stop the cinching of my lungs, the compressing in of my ribs until it feels as though they’re going to puncture them. I can’t get a single breath.

Willa shifts, slowly sliding forward until I pop out of her. I’m still painfully hard. Muscle memory. The most fucked up thing is that her touch is still heaven, her fingers wrapping around my dick. She grasps me hard in her palm, jacking me a few times before her fingers trace lower, to my balls.

A jolt of pleasure rips through me, but a shard of nausea flashes through it like a frayed bolt of lightning. There’s still only dark. I’m lost in it. I. Can’t. Breathe.

Willa cups my balls, smoothing one finger over them gently. My body doesn’t know what to feel. There’s no control. There’s nothing in the way of stopping the panic. There’s the edge and I’m past it. I didn’t even have time to pull myself back.

Willa’s hand creeps lower, past my balls. She finds that tight spot between my sack and my asshole and works it with a small circle.

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