Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
I leaned down to take one nipple into my mouth. I shouldn’t do this, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to taste her. It was a compulsion I should have wanted to stop, but knew I wouldn’t. This would likely be the only time I ever got the chance to sample her passion, and I was grabbing it with both hands. Later I’d beat myself up. She wanted this as much as I did, so I was going to give it to us both.
I slid my way down her body, nipping at her skin as I went. The little whimpers coming from her were sweet music, but I didn’t want that. I wanted her silent until she came.
“Hush or I stop.” Like that was fucking happening.
Immediately, she slapped a hand over her mouth, and I chuckled. As I continued down her body, I inhaled deeply, needing to take her scent inside me. To keep it there so I never forgot. This would probably be the only time I ever got this close to her, and I had a primal need to keep her scent inside me where I could take it out and remember.
I was a jaded man. I’d had women from all walks of life in all parts of the world. None of them had ever stirred me the way Rose did. She was beautiful and so fucking smart and brave it fucking scared me, but I wanted her with a passion that bordered on obsession.
I stripped off her panties, and the second I reached her bare mound, I found myself trembling with need. I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her open. Her breath came in short, quick pants. She tilted her pelvis up at me when I paused.
In the moonlight, her sex glistened with moisture, her arousal clear. “Fuckin’ wet.” I looked up at her. She braced herself on one elbow, still covering her mouth with her hand. “Not a sound until you come, pet. Not. One. Sound.”
She nodded, and I dug in.
The second my tongue touched her clit, Rose let out a shrill, anguished scream. At first I was afraid I’d hurt her or that she was afraid or had changed her mind. Then I realized her pussy had gushed with the explosion within her. She thrashed her head from side to side, raising her knees high and spreading her thighs.
And I… was… lost!
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Rose
I know what Atlas said, but I needed more than a one-sided interaction. I wanted him. Atlas. I had no idea what he did in his club or for a living, but I wanted every second I could get with him. I knew this could never last beyond these walls, and I had no desire to stay here a moment longer than necessary, but I wanted Atlas for my own. Since I couldn’t have that, I was going to have him now. Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Right?
The second time I came, I gripped his hair in a tight hold and ground his face against me. Atlas growled and snarled, slapping the side of my ass before sliding his hands under me, gripping the fleshy globes and holding my pussy to his mouth as if they were fused together. My screams grew louder and louder until I wailed his name at the top of my lungs. I’d be surprised if they didn’t hear me at the clubhouse.
“Fuck! That’s it, baby. Keep comin’!” He swatted my ass again, nipping at my lower lips before sucking my clit once more.
I did. My body spasmed, and I was barely able to suck in a breath before another scream was torn from me. Fingers tightening in his hair, I pulled him up my body with a vicious yank. Atlas swore, but it didn’t seem like it was in pain. And, honestly, I figured if the pain enhanced my pleasure, it probably did the same for him. Given the situation we found ourselves in, I was sure he fed off the small amount of violence and the pain. I pulled at his boxers until he dropped them to the floor. When I had him over top of me, between my legs, I pulled him down for a kiss filled with as much hunger and desperation as I could. This was happening.
Atlas bit down on my lip, and I gasped in pain and surprise. “Aggressive little vixen. You’re not leadin’ this dance. I’m in control.”
I nodded as I ground my pussy against his dick, getting it wet with my juices.
“Fuckin’ little witch! Move on me!” Atlas looked almost feral as I did as he asked, tilting my hips up and down, my ankles locked around his waist, my legs holding him as tightly as I could. His movements were hard as he thrust against me, rubbing his dick over my clit with every thrust. I obeyed his command, but when he started to move with me, I moved just that little bit quicker than I should have. My move made sure his dick was aimed straight at my pussy. One hard shove -- one he’d meant to rub against my clit -- and he impaled me in one smooth glide.