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It isn’t a game.
I’ve fallen for my very own plot.
Before I can even register the movement, he’s laying me down on the bed, then reaching for his shirt. He yanks it off over his head, standing over me like the gleaming god he is.
I’m still inconveniently clothed.
“Take everything off, wife,” he orders. “Then spread your legs for me and hold your ankles. I want to see that beautiful cunt.”
I do it, more hasty than anything else. I take off my shirt, then peel off my leggings and toss them to the floor. Atlas takes me in with greedy eyes, licking his lips, and then I lie back and spread my legs wide, putting myself on display.
“Look at how much you want my seed,” he growls. He gets on his knees between my legs, and even the sensation of his weight pressing into the bed is enough to make me clench in anticipation. “You’re glittering with arousal, wife. So wet for me…”
He reaches toward me, letting out a harsh breath when his finger makes contact with my pussy. He drags it up my seam, over my clit, then I watch as he presses his finger into his mouth, groaning like I’m fucking delicious.
“Later, I’ll lick you clean,” he murmurs. “But for now—I made you a promise.”
My breath hitches as he climbs over me, his big body covering mine, hands on either side of my head. Atlas’ cock head rubs against my core, and it takes everything in me to maintain eye contact with him.
I want him to tell me when it’s time to get fucked.
I want him to tell me when it’s time to lose control.
But he’s taking his time, the apprehension all over his face. He averts his eyes as he falters, staring down at the mattress to the left of my face. I reach for him, taking his jaw gently in my hands, letting go of my ankles even though he told me to hold them.
“Fuck me,” I say. “Fill me.”
He doesn’t need any other instruction.
His cock slides into me an inch at a time, my pussy clenching around him like it has a mind of its own. Atlas shudders and leans closer, his forehead pressing against mine. I can feel that little superman curl between us, a reminder of what a disarmingly charming person this mob boss is. And he’s still entering me, slowly,too slowly, impaling me on that massive fucking cock…
He settles between my legs and rolls his hips, buried to the hilt. I whine a little, my breaths coming faster and faster as my need for him engulfs me.
“Are you comfortable?” he asks in my ear.
“I need more,” I say.
He chuckles against my neck. “I’ll give you everything, darling Penn.”
Then he moves, his arms tensing beside my head.
He pulls out slowly.
He thrusts back in.
Every motion is slow and deliberate, I’m sure to stop himself from breaking. I’m close, too, his slow movements seeming to make things all that much worse. The tension ratchets up in the pit of my stomach, coiling like a snake about to strike.
His pace just keeps getting faster. I reach up to grip his muscular back, and he takes my legs and hooks them over his shoulders. I’m spread wide and split in half, his cock driving into me at an impossible speed and rhythm, thrust after thrust knocking the breath from me.
Atlas looks down at me, the pleasure written in his features. His mouth curves as he takes me in, as his eyes wander down my breasts, my waist, over the small scar on my abdomen from when I had my appendix removed as a kid. And I liked it when he had me trussed up and covered in toys, but this…
…fuck, this is so much better.
My pussy flutters around his cock, and I know I’m close to the edge. I start to breathe faster and more desperately, and he seems to sense that things are getting dire. As if I’ve given him permission, he loses himself, too.
We groan and writhe together, Atlas breathing in my ear.
“Are you ready to be filled, wife?” he finally asks. “To overflow with my seed? To be my mate?”
