I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193

Atlas POV

The plan was to get a shower, fresh up, make dinner, and watch a movie. But when she asked if I liked her hair, I didn’t just want to say yes. I wanted to show her just how badly I loved everything about her, so I kissed her.

It was supposed to be simple. A quick, gentle kiss to let her know I cherished her. But the moment my mouth touched hers, heat slammed through my body like wildfire. Her soft moan vibrated against my lips, and I lost it. I couldn’t stop. I kissed her harder, tongue sliding deep, devouring her like I’d been starving for ten damn years. Because I had.

I wanted to consume her. Right here. Right now. Finally show her how badly I’d craved her all this time.

I pulled back just enough to suck in air, chest heaving, my cock throbbing painfully against the sweatpants. One look at Emery and I nearly came on the spot.

She was sprawled on the couch, dress ridden all the way up her thighs, revealing those soaking wet blue lace panties clinging to her pussy. Her lips were swollen and glossy from my kiss, eyes heavy-lidded and dark with pure need. Her chest rose and fell fast, nipples already tight against the thin fabric.

“You’re so beautiful, Em…” I muttered, voice rough and low. “So, fucking beautiful.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes off her, slowly drinking in every inch, flushed cheeks, parted lips, the way her thighs pressed together like she was trying to ease the ache.

“Atlas…” Her voice came out breathy and broken. When I looked up, she was squeezing her tits through her dress, thumbs brushing over her hard nipples, hips shifting restlessly on the cushions. “I need you… please… mmhh, now.”

That was all it took. Like a madman, I crashed back down on her, kissing her hard and deep. She moaned loud into my mouth, the sound shooting straight to my balls. My hands moved fast, impatient, tugging at her dress, fingers fumbling with the buttons.

“For fuck’s sake,” I groaned against her lips, “just how many buttons does this thing have?”

My dick was twitching like crazy from every little whimper she made. I was too worked up, too impatient. Fuck Riiip.

The fabric tore clean down the front.

Emery gasped, eyes wide. “Did you just rip my dress?”

“Yeah,” I rasped, not even sorry. “I’ll get you a new one…”

She didn’t let me finish. Her hands fisted in my damp hair and she yanked me back down, kissing me hard and filthy, tongue sliding against mine like she wanted to eat me alive. “That’s so fucking hot,” she moaned into my mouth.

I groaned deep in my chest, hands moving faster now. In seconds the ruined dress was gone, tossed somewhere on the floor, and she was completely naked underneath me.

I pulled back again, just to look. Shit. She was a goddamn work of art…smooth skin glowing under the lights, full tits with tight pink nipples begging for my mouth, soft curves, and that glistening pussy already dripping for me.

My hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider. “Open up for me, baby.”

She did, slow and shy at first, then wider, revealing her pretty pink pussy, slick and swollen, practically

sparkling with how wet she was. It was staring right at me, begging.

“Atlas…” she moaned, voice trembling with need.

I lifted one of her legs, hooking it over my shoulder, and dragged her closer to my mouth. My lips brushed her inner thigh, kissing and nipping the soft s’in

“Do you have any idea how much I’ve dreamt about this?” I murmured against her, voice thick. “Every time the team went out and got laid, I stayed in my room jerking off to the thought of fucking you. Only you.”

I dragged my tongue in one long, slow lick up her dripping folds. Fuck. She tasted even better than I remembered…sweet, addictive, perfect. My eyes rolled back for a second as I groaned against her pussy.

“Shit, Em… you’re soaked.”

Despite all the attention from other women over the years, my dick had basically stopped functioning for anyone else. I would’ve been worried if it hadn’t gotten rock-hard on several occasions Emery’s modeling ads popped up on my TV. Now, with her spread out and moaning under my mouth, I was throbbing so hard it hurt.

I licked her again, slower this time, savoring every drop, my grip tightening on her thigh as her hips bucked up against my face and then I devoured her, flat and greedy, licking every inch of her dripping pussy like I couldn’t get enough. Her cries grew louder and louder, turning into full-on screams that bounced off the penthouse walls. Fuck, I loved it. Loved that she was screaming for me, loved knowing exactly how much she was enjoying every swipe and suck. I don’t think I could stop. I’d eat this pussy every morning and fuck her every night if she let me.

I dipped my tongue inside her tight heat, and her back arched hard off the couch, a loud, broken moan ripping from her throat. Her body trembled violently, thighs clamping around my head as she came hard, flooding my

mouth with her release.

I didn’t stop. I kept sucking and licking, drinking every drop until her cries turned into soft, shaky whimpers and her breathing started to calm.

When she was finally coming down, I leaned over her, capturing her lips in a deep kiss so she could taste herself on my tongue. I pulled back just enough to grin down at her.

“You see how delicious you taste, baby?”

Her chest was rising and falling fast, eyes fixed on me with that hazy, fucked-out look that made my cock throb.

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