Page 69 of Claiming Atlas
I close my mouth over hers and drive my tongue inside, the mixture of her sweet mouth and her even sweeter pussy mixing to make one fucking amazing cocktail that reaches all the way down to my dick. It swells with need, and if I’m not inside her soon—
She presses my shoulders back until I’m flat on my back, then looks down at my dick and licks her lips hungrily. She scoots down, kneels between my legs, then slides her hand over my cock and brings her lips to the tip. She looks up at me as she runs her tongue around the tip in a slow circle.
“Fuck, Kayla,” I growl. After watching her come all over the bed, I’m surprised I haven’t jizzed all over myself already. “You’re killing me.”
She slides her mouth over the tip and I suck in a breath, then hold it in as she slides her mouth down my cock. I close my eyes as she bobs up and down, sucking me off like she’s thirsty for all I can give her and then some. I grip her head and guide her up and down slowly, milking every second of her mouth on my cock.
She hums, and I freeze before I accidentally choke her to death. She looks up at me, her mouth still stretched around my dick, one eyebrow raised.
What the fuck? Why did I stop her? “I’m about to finish.”
Holy fucking shit, am I asking for permission?
Kayla moans again and slides back down, sucking harder and tightening her grip until my thoughts turn to putty and my dick turns into a fucking hydrant. She cups my balls with her free hand and massages them as I fill her throat with my load.
She doesn’t fucking stop moaning until I stop coming, and goddammit if I thought she was sexy before, that version of her had nothing on this one.
When I can open my eyes again, I look down at her.
She smiles, then runs her hand over her mouth, licking her lips like she just had the best damn meal of her life. “What’s for dessert?”
I groan and throw my head back. “I think I love you too.”
She giggles. “That’s just the orgasm talking.”
I stretch my arms out on the bedspread and close my eyes. This chick will be the death of me. In two fucking days, I’ve broken all of my rules.
I chased her. Hard.
I fucked her bareback.
I tasted the pussy. Twice. Three times?
I went back for seconds.
I askedpermission.
And I said the L word.
Sure, it wasn’t in seriousness, but I said it. And holy shit, if she sucks me off like that again, I might start to mean it.
“Atlas...”
There’s that voice again. Threatening to destroy me and promising me it will be the time of my life.
She crawls up the length of me, then straddles me and settles herself onto my dick, her hands on my chest.
“Atlas...”
“Mmm.” I grab her hips and slide her wet pussy back and forth over my cock a few times to bring the big guy back to life. “Yes, Kayla?”
She doesn’t respond, so I open my eyes.
Her eyes are closed. I pause and she takes over, guiding her pussy back and forth over my cock, her fingertips gripping my chest. She bites her bottom lip as her body starts to warm up again. Her nipples harden before my eyes, tightening into little points.
She’s fucking amazing, this chick.
I reach down and run my thumbs over her lips, spreading them wider around my cock. She sucks in a quick breath of air, so I look back up at her. She smiles, then starts to move back and forth again, never breaking eye contact. I grip her hips again and guide her up and down, up and down, then hold her tight as my dick twitches against her wet folds.
