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Ihaveriffled through her panty drawer.
In fact, I am doing it right now.
I should be ashamed of these impulsive urges that grip me, but I’m more pissed offandturned on than anything.
My rage is flying to impossible heights because Anna implied that Atlas and Simonfucked. I know it’s not true, but it doesn’t fucking matter. Just the thought makes me want to lay claim to Atlas and rip Simon’s eyes from his fucking skull for even looking at her.
Even then, I can’t seem to shake the way my body is reacting. My cock is fucking hard and screaming, and all because she smiled. She laughed. Because she ate what I fed her and moaned with every fucking bite.
Fuuuuckkkk.
I pause my riffling to tug at the bulge in the front of my jeans. Pressing against my aching dick brings no relief. Nothing will. Only her. Only Atlas.
My fingers wrap around a pair of cotton boy shorts. Simple, everyday underwear that I know for a fact hug her plump ass and make it look so perfectly bitable.
My fingers twitch against the material, and I bring it up to my nose, inhaling deep. The only thing that would make this better would be if I actually had her wet pussy drowning me, choking me, sitting on my fucking face until her orgasm soaked across my lips.
That’s the closest thing to heaven I can imagine.
I tear at my jeans, shoving them and my boxers down to my thighs. The length of my cock brushes across my lower stomach. Unfortunately, freeing my dick doesn’t bring any relief. With her panties held in my open palm, I close it and my fist tightly around the base of my shaft.
There’s a zing of relief at the base of my spine, and I groan, giving myself a slow, deliberate stroke. The only thing better than the cotton that’s hugged her pussy would be to have her hand, her heat enveloping me right now.
It feels too fucking good.
But I know she would feel amazing.
I jerk against her panties, pumping my hips a fraction into the material, bracing my forearm against her dresser with my head bowed low. I can almost hear her breathless moans in my ear.
What would it be like to have her on her knees in front of me? Lapping up my dick and moaning like it was a feast? I want to feel her give me her pain.
“Use your teeth…”
The words echo through my mind and I can feel that pain as I squeeze harder.
Oh, fuck, she’d feel so good against my shaft, she’d make my head spin. I’d go crazier for her than I already am.
To have her absolutely own me. She already does, and she doesn’t even fucking know it. So I’d have to show her. Show her just how fucked up she makes me. I’d make her run from me, and I’d give chase. And just when she thinks she can get away from me, I’d grab her by the neck and slam her onto the ground face-first.
Let her try to fight me then. Let her try to get away as I tie her hands behind her back. She’ll forget all about Simon then. And when I plunge into her from behind, it’ll be my name she screams. Not his.
Oh, fuck.
I piston my hips, tightening my hold. It’s embarrassing, the time I last. The cum that leaks onto her panties soaks through and down to my palm. I capture as much as I can in the material, but it still leaks between my fingers, and I imagine smearing that sticky mess against her ass, marking her and claiming her as my own.
I’m a fucking animal.
And I don’t even fucking care.
I shove away from Atlas’s dresser with a heavy breath and wipe myself clean with her underwear. But I still feel too fucking hard to function.
And now I need a goddamn shower. And if a part of me hopes she’ll come walking in on me jerking off in her space and want to join me, well, those are delusions I’ll never admit to out loud.
So I guess I’ll just have to fucking take what I want.
Damn my rules.
Damn the fucking consequences.
