I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 196

Chapter 196

Atlas POV

“Em… fuck,” I groaned, voice low and strained. My hands stayed fisted at my sides even though every instinct screamed at me to grab her ankle and grind against her foot like a desperate animal.

She smiled down at me, that wicked little curve of her lips sending another pulse straight to my cock. “You like that? Like me playing with your dick after you won the game for me?”

I nodded fast, swallowing hard. “Yeah… shit, yeah I do.”

Her foot pressed harder, toes curling around the thick outline of my shaft, rubbing up and down in lazy strokes that had my thighs tensing. The lace of her lingerie barely covered her tits, and every time she shifted her weight, I caught another glimpse of her hard nipple peeking through. I wanted my mouth on it so bad it hurt. “Take your shirt off,” she ordered softly, still working her foot against me.

I didn’t hesitate. I yanked my shirt over my head in one rough pull, tossing it somewhere behind me. The cool air hit my chest, but it did nothing to calm the heat raging through my body. My abs flexed as I breathed heavy, staring up at her like she was the only thing that existed.

“Good boy,” she purred, and damn if that didn’t make my cock twitch harder under her foot.

She lifted her leg a little higher, pressing the sole more firmly against me, rubbing in slow circles right over the head where I was leaking the most. A sharp groan ripped out of my throat. My head fell back for a second, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure shot up my spine.

“Look at me, Atlas.”

My eyes snapped back open, locking on hers. Her cheeks were pinker now, chest rising and falling faster, that confident smile still playing on her lips. She looked turned on as hell watching me fall apart from just her foot.

“You’re so hard for me,” she whispered, voice breathy. “I can feel how much you want it.”

“I do,” I rasped, hips rolling up into her touch without permission. “Want you so fucking bad, Em. Been thinking about this since you whispered that promise in the shower.”

She bit her lip, eyes flashing with heat. Slowly, she pulled her foot away, leaving me aching and throbbing, my cock straining painfully against the denim. I almost whimpered at the loss.

“Stand up,” she said.

I pushed to my feet fast, towering over her again, but somehow still feeling completely at her mercy. My hands hovered at my sides, dying to touch her, but I waited.

She stepped closer, her body brushing mine, the heat of her skin and the faint scent of her arousal making my head spin. One hand came up, fingers tracing lightly down my chest and abs, nails scraping just enough to make me shiver. Then she palmed my cock through my jeans, squeezing the thick length.

“These need to come off,” she murmured, looking up at me through her lashes.

I nodded, already reaching for my belt, but she swatted my hands away gently.

“Let me.”

Her fingers worked the belt open with deliberate slowness, then popped the button and dragged the zipper down. The relief when she shoved my jeans and boxers down my thighs was instant-my cock sprang free, heavy and rock-hard, the head shiny with precum, veins standing out. It bobbed between us, pointing straight at her like it knew exactly where it wanted to be.

Emery’s eyes dropped to it, lips parting on a soft inhale. Her cheeks flushed deeper as she stared, one hand wrapping around the base, giving me a slow, firm stroke that made my knees weak.

“Fuck, baby…” I groaned, head tipping back for a second before I forced myself to look at her again. Her face was pure hunger now, eyes heavy-lidded, tongue darting out to wet her lips.

She pumped me once, twice, thumb swirling over the leaking her and “preading the precum around. “You’re dripping for me already.”

“All for you,” I managed, voice wrecked. My hips twitched forward into her hand. “Em… please.”

She smiled up at me, still stroking slow and torturous. “Since you were such a good boy and won the game… I think it’s time for your treat.”

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