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He steps back and looks down. "I could look at your naked body all day."
"I'd rather you touched it."
His expression is filled with male confidence. "That's right. We're on a timer."
He spins me around to face the boxes, bending me only far enough that I can stay upright with my hands on the top of the boxes for stability. Then he shoves my leggings and underwear down together, exposing my wet folds to his gaze.
"Perfect," he breaths as he reaches around to massage my already sensitive clitoris.
He shifts behind me. There is the sound of a zipper. His blunt head presses into my dripping opening and I arch back, wanting more.
He gives it to me, thrusting forward powerfully to fill me with his engorged penis. For a second, it feels like he's splitting me in two and then my inner walls give way and he surges forward even more.
I can feel the bite of his open zipper against my bottom and the rough denim of his jeans against my thighs. I don't know how he's maintaining the squat he needs to keep himself inside me, but his show of strength makes my lady bits swoon.
All thought flees my brain as he sets a pounding rhythm, driving me toward climax.
"You're so fucking tight." Both of his hands grip my hips as he pounds in and out of me.
Releasing my arms, I bend over the boxes, my breasts hanging over the edge, my belly pressing into the cardboard. He shifts his body further over me, reaching around with one hand to pinch my nipple.
Pleasure shoots straight from my nipple to my core and I moan.
"Touch yourself," he grits into my ear.
The angle is tricky, but I get my arm in front of my thigh and manage to press my middle finger against my clit. That's all I need before my body detonates in wild ecstasy.
Atlas isn't finished and he keeps pounding into me. I let my hand drop away and float on the feeling of being taken by this powerful man.
"I didn't say to stop touching yourself." He grabs my hand and puts it back where he wants it, so I'm once again massaging my clitoris with every thrust of his hips.
My body jolts with sensation after sensation. "It's too much."
"No, it isn't." He nips my earlobe. "We're not done."
Porca miseria!No way is he going to get another orgasm out of me right now. I shift my fingers off the over sensitized bundle of nerves, but don't move my hand away.
He knows immediately about my disobedience and makes an animalistic sound. Pulling out of me, he steps away.
Despite having got off already, my whole body rebels at the loss of him inside me.
Oh, crap. We forgot the condom again. He's going to come on my naked backside. An unexpected frisson of desire pulses through my core at the thought. I want his cum on me.
But he's not jacking off behind me. He's ripping my leggings and panties down my legs, taking my ballet flats with them. Then he finishes taking off my bra and shirt, so I'm completely naked.
"Atlas?"
He shakes his head. Then he picks me up and lays me across the boxes with my butt right at the edge.
Grabbing me under my feet, he pushes until my knees are at my torso. "Hold them."
He is so damn sexy and his bossiness is catnip to my inner sex kitten.
I wrap my arms around each thigh, gripping with my hands to hold myself open like he wants me.
"Good," he praises in a guttural voice.
A frisson of bliss arcs straight to my core.
