Page 70 of Claiming Atlas

“Do you see what you do to me?”

She nods, her breath coming in quick little huffs.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Kayla?”

She sucks in a shaky breath and nods.

“Say please.” I move my hips, pressing my dick harder against her.

She whimpers, then leans forward, bringing her lips to mine. She runs her tongue over my bottom lip, then pulls it between her teeth.

“Unh,” I growl, sliding my hands up to her tits.

She sucks my bottom lip and I swear she’s sucking my cock the way it responds.

When she releases my lip, she quickly closes her mouth over mine, and plunges her tongue inside, then she arches her back, taking that fucking pussy away from me. Cold air hits my shaft, emphasizing the loss of her body against mine.

She pulls back, then looks down into my eyes with a teasing grin. “Say please.”

I smile and toss her onto her back, then climb on top of her and spread her legs. “Fuck please.”

She reaches down between us and grabs my dick, then presses it inside her tight pussy. I place my hand on her throat and she rubs her clit, and I pound into her. She makes this little squeak as I fuck her and when her body starts to clench around me, I look down into those big brown eyes and stare into her goddamn soul while I pump her body full of cum. She arches, fucking me harder when I start to slow down, then her hands fly up to my chest and she squeezes my pecs as her legs tighten around my waist and she fucks me so fucking hard that I might come twice in as many seconds because watching her body release for a second time tonight, this time coating my cock with her juices, might be the best thing I’ll ever see in my life.

I thrust one last time, hard and slow, letting her body milk me of the final drops. She whimpers, but when her eyes come back from that faraway place, she looks up at me and smiles, and fuck me, if post-coital Kayla isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Chapter Thirty-One

Kayla

When my body finally starts to regain feeling again, I roll over onto my side and look at Atlas. He snores quietly, a smile still pulling at his lips.

I could kick myself for having unprotected sex again,shouldkick myself, but there’s something about this man that makes me forget everything I’ve ever known.

He makes me act like a fool, and I both love him and hate him for it.

I rest my head on my hand and watch him sleep.

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