Chapter 194
Atlas POV
Her tits bounced with every hard thrust, and I couldn’t get enough-sucking one tight nipple deep into my mouth, tongue flicking it while my hips slammed forward. Emery’s back arched clean off the couch, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. Her face was flushed deep red, lips parted on a constant stream of broken moans and my name.
“Atlas…oh fuck… Atlas!” she cried out, voice hoarse and desperate. Her good leg wrapped tight around my waist, heel digging into my lower back like she was trying to pull me even deeper. Her hips bucked up to meet every thrust, sloppy and needy, her soaked pussy gripping me like a vice.
I released her nipple with a wet pop and looked down at her face, eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed in pleasure, mouth open like she couldn’t catch her breath. Goddamn, she was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. “That’s it, baby,” I growled, voice rough as gravel. “Take every inch. You’re so fucking tight…I love how much you’re squeezing my cock…have I said…damn I should say that again.”
I shifted my angle, driving deeper, hitting that spot that made her whole body jolt. Her scream pitched higher, thighs trembling around me. Sweat was dripping down my back, my damp hair sticking to my forehead, but I didn’t slow down. I couldn’t. Ten years of wanting her, jerking off to memories and photos, and now she was under me, raw and dripping, taking me bare… Yeah fuck no.
“Harder,” she gasped, eyes flying open to lock on mine. Her face was pure bliss mixed with that needy edge, cheeks burning, lips swollen, pupils blown wide. “Please, Atlas… fuck me harder.”
A groan ripped out of me. I hooked her good leg higher over my arm, spreading her wider, and gave her exactly what she begged for. My hips snapped faster, skin slapping loud against skin, the wet sounds of her pussy echoing with every brutal thrust. The couch shifted under us, but I didn’t give a fuck.
“Shit, Em…you feel too good,” I panted, jaw clenched tight. “Way too good…. I think I’m losing my fucking mind…
She whimpered, head tossing side to side, one hand flying up to squeeze her own tit while the other clawed at my back. Her walls fluttered around my cock, getting tighter and tighter, telling me she was close again.
I leaned down, forehead pressed to hers, breathing her in as I pounded into her. “Come for me again, baby. Want to feel you creaming all over my dick. Let me feel it.”
Her eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent scream at first, then it broke free…loud, raw, my name falling from her lips like a prayer. Her pussy clamped down hard, pulsing and gushing around me as she came, body shaking violently underneath me.
The feeling was too much. My balls tightened, that white-hot pressure building fast at the base of my spine.


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