A groan ripples through the air. Not his. Not mine.
Then there’s a faint scrape of movement, forcing both of us to look in the direction the sound comes from. I guess I didn’t hit the creep hard enough.
Without saying a word, Atlas’s hand moves to the back of his jeans, taking out a gun.
“No!” I force the weapon down, and he looks back at me with brows knit in confusion. “We don’t kill innocents.”
“You were making an omelet out of his brain minutes ago.”
“I was fixing his deviated septum.”
“He’s ruining my proposal.”
“And you wanna kill him for that?”
“Fine,” he grumbles, leaving the space between my legs to tuck the gun back before striding for the creep trying to get up. Grabbing onto that man’s shirt, he pulls him off the ground, landing a sucker punch to his face, effectively sedating him once more. “There! All fixed.”
Atlas nestles back where he belongs, fingers digging into the skin of my thighs to spread my legs further apart. Then the sound of the zipper of his jeans makes me rethink the whole “not into exhibition coitus” statement. Right about now, I don’t care if anyone sees us.
He presses against my core, making shivers scatter through every corner of my body, as a wave of pleasure makes my hands give in and my back plasters on the hood of the car. But he keeps teasing me, coating his dick with my wetness, making me lose my mind, while trying to grind myself against him.
“Don’t rush me! I’m proposing here.” He smirks.
Atlas’s palm glides down my neck, to my breasts, traveling further south, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, while gripping my thigh with the other. But the way his eyes are raking all of me is what’s truly incinerating. I let my own hands glide underneath his hoodie, craving to feel his hot skin.
He leans in, supporting his weight on one arm, lips inching for mine, eyes locked there, too.
“Those luscious, lying lips... If they tell me it’s a sunny day outside while all I see is pitch black, I’d believe them over my own eyes. If they tell me left is right, and right is left, I’d take that at face value. And if they tell me to pick up the gun and put a bullet inside my brain, I’d do it without hesitation.”
Caressing my bottom lip with his thumb, he traces it with both gaze and touch, like it’s what his dreams are made of.
“That’s what you do to me.”
Just the tip of his cock slips inside me, but it’s enough to pull a broken moan out of me. Then he retreats, leaving me whimpering at the emptiness.
“And I’m asking you... No! I’m begging you to have mercy on me and love me back.”
Atlas enters me slowly, filling me, stretching me, making me wonder if those more than two weeks away were enough for my pussy to forget exactly how big he is, and he’s pushing a reminder without room for objection. I take all of him, even when seemingly I can take no more, trembling with the amount of bliss traversing my body. When he’s balls deep inside me, he stills, his eyes shifting from my lips, searing into mine with raw desperation.
“I’m begging you to be mine today, tomorrow, and for however long you want me breathing, because the day you stop loving me is the day you should put a round right here—” He taps his chest. “And end me. Otherwise, I won’t ever let go.”
He pulls all the way to the tip, and just as slowly sinks inside meagain, making every fiber of my being vibrate with both the sensation and his words.
“I’m begging you to never leave me again.”
This time, he slides out and surges back in a much more punishing manner, making my spine saybye-byeto the metal beneath me, and my lips part in a silent gasp.
“I’m begging you to have a family with me. Ten. No! More than ten kids.”
Ten?!What am I? Breeding stock?
I open my mouth to protest, but the way he slams inside me makes me scream out instead.
I’m negotiating the number down to five later.
“I’m begging you to carry my last name, not because I take pride in it, but because that way everyone will know who you belong to.”
My teeth clatter with the force of his next thrust, and the sound I make is the definition of too much. Not in a bad way.
