Page 51 of Atlas
“Valentina, please stop.” Atlas says somewhat forcefully as he pushes her hand away.
“Are you deaf?” I snap, feeling anger and jealously and fuck, is this that possessive alpha thing I read about all the time? “He said I’m his wife. So back off.”
Valentina steps back as I walk up to the bar and she scoffs as if I’ve insulted her.
“There is no need to be rude. I was simply speaking to a friend. You may want to work on your trust issues.”
“Possibly,” I state as I grab the shot glass that is sitting in front of Fox. “But I think you need to learn not to touch what isn’t yours. And if the wedding band isn’t clear enough, let me help you.” I step onto the footrest of the barstool, empty the contents of the shot glass into my mouth before leaning over Atlas, grabbing his jaw and pouring the liquor into his mouth.
The bar erupts in catcalls and hoots and as I go to pull away, Atlas grabs me and kisses me, causing the bar patrons to grow louder. When we break, Valentina is no longer standing there. Atlas stands up and looks over to Sunday.
“Happy Birthday, we need to go.” He says and I scream as he heaves me over his shoulder, smacking my ass before walking us out of the bar.
“Atlas!” I squeal as I hit the wall that is his back. “Put me down!”
“Not likely, Princess.” He chuckles as he smacks my ass again. “Did you honestly think you were going to do somethingthatfucking hot and we were going to just continue hanging out? Yeah, fuck no. I’m taking you home and you are riding my fucking face until I’m drowning.”
“Ren. I’m not playing.”Atlas growls as he pushes me into my bedroom and shuts the door. His expert hands make short work of my shirt and pants while his mouth consumes my lips, tongue, and neck.
“Atlas,” I groan. “I don’t know if this is going to work the way you think it will.” He wouldn’t let up on the “me riding his face” fantasy and while I really wanted to, I have to be practical here.
“Princess,” He growls as he grabs my jaw to make me look at him. “I am only going to say this one more time. Sit. On. My. Face.”
I look from him to the bed while I chew on my bottom lip.
“Stop,” He orders. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop and fucking suffocate me. Now.” Atlas pulls me to the bed and I fall onto him. He pulls the elastic of my panties and snaps them. “Lose them or I rip them off.”
I let out a nervous breath as I slip my underwear off while he removes his shirt and lies on the bed. “Come here.” I do as I’m told and crawl up the length of his body.
“I’m nervous.” I confess in a soft whisper. Atlas smiles softly as he tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear.
“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. You are a goddess. Let me worship you.” He kisses me softly before I climb over him. I grip the headboard to hold myself up as I hover over his face. Atlas chuckles as he grips my thighs and bucks me off balance so I’m fully on him. I’m about to scamper off and apologize when his arms become like steel, holding me firmly in place.
“Holy shit!” I cry out in surprise as his tongue licks my entire slit before his lips pull my clit into his mouth. “A-atlas…”
“Mmmhhhmmm…” He moans from under me, running his teeth over my nub.
“Atlas,” I pant as my hips buck involuntarily. “Shit, I’m sorry!” I hear him sigh and I squeak as he pushes me back onto his chest. I look down at his face, his lips and chin glisten from my arousal, and the sight nearly makes me moan.
“You see how easy it was to move you?” His voice is full of patient annoyance. Is that even a thing? Whether it is or not, Atlas is full of it. “If I can move you that easily, you ain’t going to crush me, hurt me, kill me, whatever. So, for the last time, put that pretty pussy on my face and come in my fucking mouth.”
I stare in shock at his obscene language, but also, why is it turning me on?
“Say more.” I breathe out, surprising both of us. I watch his expression morph and a sly grin creeps on his face.
“Oh? Does my princess like dirty talk?” He rubs his thumb over my clit as I sit on his chest. Fuck, he shouldn’t be this talented, but also, thank whoever is up there for giving this man this ability.
“I'll tell you what I’m going to do.” He smirks as he slips a finger inside of me. I whimper as a second follows. “I’m going to make this pink little pussy squirt all over me, and you are going to like it. God, yes you are. You’re going to let me consume your sweet fluids while your soft thighs shake and you grind against my mouth. You are about to come in my hand with just me talking about it, isn’t that right?” I whimper and nod as his hand continues to work its magic on me. “And then, I am going to flip you over and fuck you so hard from behind you’re going to be seeing stars. All while I get to grip and hold onto that fine fucking ass of yours.”
Atlas curls his fingers inside of me as his thumb runs over my swollen clit. “Now, are you ready to soak me, pretty girl? Come on Princess, drown me.” His mouth connects with my sex again and I throw my head back and cry out as I release all over his mouth, chin and neck.
I hear his moans of approval as he presses up on the roof of my center and I explode around his fingers. I barely have time to register the orgasm as he flips me onto the bed on all fours and pushes my upper half to the mattress. I wince as I hear the crack of his hand meeting my ass, followed by the sting. I moan as he massages the spot with his hand before surprising me and licking my ass cheek.
Fuck…Ireallylike that.
“Ass up, Princess.” He orders as he pulls my hips back upwards. I tense up as I feel his tongue and lips on my ass cheeks.
“Oh, fuck.” I shudder as he bites the flesh. I hear him chuckle darkly while straightening back up and delivering another smack. My body shudders and I whimper as he rubs the tender flesh before he lines himself up and buries his hard cock inside me. I let out a loud muffled cry into the mattress as he fills up my still contracting hole.
