Page 41 of Sleeping Redemption
He came forward, dropping one of his hands to capture my stiff nipple with his mouth. Nipping at it then, he swirled his tongue around its peak. Atlas’s hips met each of my movements with his own thrusts deep into me.
After he had his taste of both of my breasts, his hands grabbed my hips and drove them down onto his dick more forcefully. “That’s it, Kinley, show me how much you love fucking my cock.” He gave a deep groan as pleasure ate away at him.
It wasn’t long before I was blindsided by another fall off the edge of divine pleasure, my cum leaking down over Atlas’s dick and making a mess of both of us.
We moved from the sofa to the papasan chair, leaving a trail of destruction in our path. Items knocked off side tables, paintings on the wall getting knocked crooked, and items getting swiped off shelves in the process of trying to grab onto anything in the throes of pleasure.
There wasn’t a room on the first floor that didn’t get christened during our reunion fucking. We made it halfway up the stairs, with Atlas slamming his cock into me from behind.
“Fuck, angel, are you ready to take my cum?” His voice was strained with his efforts as he began to lose the steady rhythm.
Clutching onto a spindle with one hand and the edge of the step in front of me with the other, I was coated in sweat and cum and my pussy was swollen enough that everything felt a level of sensitivity bordering on pain.
“Atlassian,” I moaned. “Come for me.” My voice was so breathless I was surprised the words came out at all.
Squeezing my hips tighter with his fingers digging into my flesh, Atlas drove his dick into me with such force the head of his cock felt like it was going to spear straight through me. One final movement and his hips became flush up against my ass as he unleashed a feral sound and a rush of his hot seed filled my body. The sensation had my own cum mixing with his as I screamed out with my final release.
The second my ecstasy released its chokehold on me, my body went limp there on the stairs, and Atlas followed as he collapsed on top of me. We both lay there, panting hard, not giving a fuck if we both never moved from the stairs again.
Successfully managing to shield Atlas from seeing my eyes during each release, it was a relief now to finally relax my mind. My actions after his death hadn’t been without theirconsequences. There was no sense in shattering his memory of who I used to be.
Keeping my eyes closed, I focused on the cool wood of the step my cheek was resting on, and I murmured, “I missed you.”
Chapter Eighteen
Returning from my rather unsuccessful investigation into whoever dropped off the gift for Kinley, I hadn’t expected the disastrous state of her house. I know we had given her housekeeping staff time off, but this? This seemed excessive for such a short time.
Appearing near the garage door entrance to the kitchen, I observed the floor covered in the remnants of an unpotted plant and spilled wine. Initially, my worst fear was that my twisted fallen angel had gotten caught in the undertow of her insanity.
Carefully stepping around the debris scattered on the floor, I pulled out my cane from the sleeve of my army green cargo jacket like I was Mary Poppins. Using the end of the cane, I nudged the empty wine bottle and watched it roll harmlessly away from me.
Continuing through the kitchen, I followed the trail of chaos. Throw pillows had been discarded from the sofa in the living room, paintings were barely clinging to the walls, and various decorations were left scattered and out of place. One of the shelves on the wall? Entirely gone, the only evidence of itsexistence was the holes in the wall where it had once been mounted.
Taking a deep breath into my lungs, there was a scent that I was all too familiar with. The smell of sex hung in the air like a cloud lazily floating across a summer sky. It wasn’t just the smell of dopamine mingling with oxytocin and endorphins, but Kinley’s erotic scent layered between it all. Fuck, if only I could make a candle out of that.
Allowing myself to come down from the initial state of concern for Kinley’s state of mind, I ventured down the hall into the foyer. Whistling a quiet tune to myself, I twirled my cane between my fingers. Rounding the corner, I was greeted by the most delicious of sights. Two gorgeous specimens were laid out on the stairs, both seemingly lifeless except for the occasional groans confirming that they were both clinging to this plane of existence.
Recognizing that striking combination of blonde and black hair anywhere, the scene laid out before me drew my lips up into a delighted smile. Kinley was sprawled across several of the steps in a state of utter bliss. A couple steps down from where she lay was a vaguely familiar fellow. I tipped my head to the side, trying to rack my brain for where I had seen that dark blonde mop before. Surely, I would have known if he had been a victim of one of my trickster illusions.
Ceasing the rotations of my cane, I used the top of it to stroke the tip of my chin in deep thought. The man rolled over, nearly on top of Kinley’s legs, and roughly groaned. One hand cupped himself between the legs and the other caressed her shin. “Fuck, my dick is broken after all that.”
Those words were most definitely not meant for my ears, but I barked out a laugh nonetheless. “Oh, mate. Now,thatwould be quite the achievement after a fucker of a romping, butbravo!” I tucked my cane under my arm and gave him several congratulatory claps.
When the man lifted his head, startled by my sudden presence, he went wide-eyed. Protectively, he scrambled to station himself between me and the weary goddess behind him who didn’t even bother shifting her position.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked in a demanding tone that may have come off as threatening had he not been buck naked.
Now seeing his face fully, it all came together, and I felt a bubbling sense of excitement in me. “My goodness, do I finally have the honor to meet the legendary Atlassian?!” I walked over to the stairs and sat myself down next to him on the step where he perched. With my elbows resting on my knees, I set my cane between my legs with both hands gently wrapped around its center.
“The name’s Rook. I must say you are quite the celebrity in my social circles.” Hearing my name, he seemed to ease up, but he still maintained an edge of suspicion as he stared at me.
The barely conscious angel behind us muttered with the slightest edge of sass, “Rook, your social circles only involve you and your illusions.”
She wasn’t wrong, but he was still a celebrity in my conjurings nonetheless. Patting Kinley’s foot gingerly, I glanced back over my shoulder at her. “Oh, you’re sounding rather spritely back there. Huh, love? Your long-awaited reunion went off without murder and mayhem then?”
All I got from my playmate was a light grunt and a shooing motion of her hand at me. I grinned from ear to ear as I looked at Atlas. I slapped a hand to his back. “Well done, chap, well done!” Glad to see I wasn’t the only one who could fuck her senseless. Though, after seeing the wreckage of their sinful delights, I made a note that I would need to pull out a few of my wild cards for her next time around.
Leaning over, I took an uninvited peek at the situation between Atlas’s legs. Pointing at his well-spent cock, I gave him my professional opinion. “Eh, it will perk right back up by morning and all will be well. If you need any help…”
