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He literally tore them off my body.

Hearing them rip made my jaw drop.

Seeing my panties on the floor, tattered…oh, fuck…

Atlas’s hands touched the backs of my legs and moved up to my ass.

His strong fingers kneaded into forgiving flesh.

His lips kissed my left hip bone.

I almost burst out laughing because it tickled.

But then the tip of his tongue flickered between my legs.

I clawed at his shoulders, harder.

“Oh, Atlas,” I yelled.

I didn’t care.

His tongue moved in such a way…

He thrust his tongue forward, curling it just a little. Pulling back, gliding himself against my soft, wet folds. Following my body to my clit. That’s when he growled from the depths of his throat.

The vibration of his growl pulsed through his tongue and against my clit.

I gasped for a breath and wanted to scream his name, but I’d lost my breath.

Atlas then did as promised.

He wrote a dirty story with the tip of his tongue against my clit.

I had no idea what the story said, but I knew how it felt.

I melted against his mouth, bending my knees, rocking my hips forward and back.

His hands moved up to my lower back, holding me, making sure I had balance.

My toes curled as the pleasure grew like the waves behind me, crashing to the shore.

At some point I moved my hands from his shoulders to his hair.

Clawing, digging, twisting, pulling him closer between my legs.

Giving him everything.

Trusting him with my body.

He wanted me to come on his tongue.

So that’s what I did.

We endedup in his bedroom.

I sat on the edge of the bed.

In a very vulnerable position too.

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