Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Ready to fuck me, sweetheart?”
“Hell yes,” I croak out.
I sound needy and desperate.
Normally, I would hate that. But, knowing Atlas is into it, I can’t help but give in to this roleplaying we clearly like to do. He pulls his finger out and squeezes my ass cheek. I turn back around and plant my palms on his hard chest before straddling his lap. His lids are hooded, and his pupils are blown with lust. God, he’s so beautiful.
He holds his dick up, waiting for me to impale myself on him. I slide until I feel the crown and then slowly drop down on his fat cock. My eyes flutter closed, and a low whine escapes me as my body stretches to accommodate him. He grips my ass cheeks, spreading them in an almost painful way, and bucks his hips up.
I cry out, falling against his chest. With him deep inside of me, it feels right. Like I could stay attached to him this way for hours and hours. One of his hands grips my hip, and the other finds my throat.
“Kiss me, Callan. Kiss me like you never want this to end.”
With a needy whimper, I seek his mouth with mine. His lips are warm and wet, tasting of coffee. Slowly, I work my body over his shaft, breathing against his parted lips. His hold on my neck tightens as he tugs me closer. He plunges his slick tongue into my mouth, possessing me with a deep kiss. I’m at his mercy though I’m on top. All I can do is let him ravage my mouth while I try my damnedest to give him the best fucking of his life.
Our kiss becomes frantic.
Urgent and sloppy.
He bites. I bite.
He moans. I moan.
We’re a perfect unison of groans and pleas and commands. Our bodies match up seamlessly—his big to my small. I lose sense of time and reality as I take pleasure in the way he stretches me wide with his dick and fucking owns me.
His hand leaves my ass and finds my cock. It only takes a few expert tugs before I’m jetting my release all over his glorious abs. I cry out, shuddering violently with pleasure. This sends him over the edge as well because he curses right before his dick seems to swell in size inside me. Heat throbs out of him, filling me deep in my body. My ass milks his dick, clearly thirsty for every drop he has to offer. Eventually, we’re both wrung dry, and all I can do is collapse on him.
His arms wrap around me, caging me in his embrace. Despite his dick softening inside me and cum running out, he doesn’t pull out. It’s so damn filthy and alpha-asshole. I don’t even care, though. I love it.
“Nap time?” he asks, playfully pinching my ass.
“Such an old man,” I joke, smiling into his neck. “Prove to me you’re not old and carry me back to bed.”
His laugh is rich and warmer than the sun pouring in. “You’re going to expect to be spoiled, aren’t you?”
“And you thought I was only with you for your big dick.”
“Brat.”
“Prick.”
“Using your safe word?”
“Yep. I can’t walk, prick. Carry me to bed. Now.”
“It’s not a command, you little shit. Not like that.”
“New rule. It’s a word with multiple uses. Hurry. Carry me back before I pass out and drool all over you.”
He kisses the side of my head. “What am I going to do with you?”
Keep me.
It’s on the tip of my tongue, but I bite it back. I’m falling too fast and too hard for this guy. For all I know, he’ll get bored of this after a few days despite all his promises and claims.
“I think I’m going to keep you,” he murmurs. “You’re mine and too fucking perfect to ever let go.”
Though it freaks me out he might be a goddamn mind reader, I don’t argue. I may not be able to voice it without feeling like a lovestruck idiot, but I certainly want that. At least for now…
Atlas
I walk into the police station limping.
Yes, limping.
It’s been a couple of days since Callan moved in, and we’ve been fucking like wild rabbits. He’s younger and can handle this shit, but my old ass actually pulled a muscle in my ass this morning while taking him in the shower.
“What’s wrong with you?” Brie asks, her blue eyes wide as I hobble over to my desk.
“Nothing.”
“Liar. Seriously.”
I unzip my coat and hang it on the back of my chair, shrugging. “It’s fine.”
She sighs when her phone buzzes. After frowning as she rapid-fire texts back to the person, she darts her gaze back over to me. “Dad.”
A groan rumbles from me as I fall into my chair.
“He’s been bitching,” she reveals. “A lot.”
“What else is new?”
“It’s about you.”
“Again, what the fuck else is new?”