I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Emery’s POV

Seeing Atlas knelt before me…yeah, that fucking messed with my mind. His hands…big, warm, rough…slid up my thighs. pushing the emerald silk higher until the dress bunched around my waist. Then his fingers hooked into the sides of my thong and dragged it down-slow, teasing, letting me feel every inch of lace sliding over my skin until it pooled at my

ankles.

He cursed under his breath when he finally saw them properly…green lace just like I had told him, sheer, soaked through.

“I guess you weren’t joking about that,” he rasped, voice thick.

I smiled down at him, cheeks burning, thighs trembling. “Now why would I?”

He looked up at me like I was the only thing that existed in the world…eyes locked on mine as his hands wrapped around the backs of my thighs, spreading me wider on the edge of the desk.

I was completely exposed to him.

He leaned in slow, deliberate, breath hot against my dripping core.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice reverent and filthy at the same time. “So pink… so swollen… dripping down your thighs for me.”

Then his tongue…flat, hot, wet, dragged one long, slow stripe from my entrance to my clit… My whole body jerked.

“Atlas…!”

He groaned against me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. “Fuck, you taste so good…”

His hands gripped my thighs harder, holding me open as his tongue circled my clit…slow at first, teasing, then faster, flicking, sucking lightly, then harder. He ate me like he was starving, like he’d been thinking about this exact moment for months.

My fingers were knotted so tight in his perfect styled hair, I’m pretty sure I was yanking strands out, hips rolling shamelessly against his face like I was trying to ride his tongue straight to heaven. “Right there… don’t stop… fuck…” I gasped, voice cracking. “Your tongue…I swear it’s blessed or some shit, what the fuck…”

He chuckled right against my clit. The vibration hit me like a lightning strike. My brain flatlined. Completely fucking blank. Like it wasn’t already mush.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he murmured, voice muffled and smug, hands clamping harder on my waist to keep me pinned exactly where he wanted me.

Doing good? Nah, bro. He’s the one doing all the goddamn work while I’m just perched on my dad’s desk like some horny trophy getting the best head of my entire nineteen years of life.

And then, because Atlas Lawson is apparently determined that I get the best orgasm….bless his soul, he slid two thick fingers inside me without warning.

“Shit!” My hand flew to my mouth, palm slamming over my lips so hard I tasted blood. I wanted to scream. I mean full- volume, top-of-my-lungs, “ATLAS FUCKING LAWSON IS RUINING ME” scream. But I couldn’t. Obviously.

His tongue never stopped circling my clit…fast little flicks, then slow drags, then sucking hard enough to make my toes curl

heels. Fingers pumping deep, curling, hitting that spot over and over like he had a map to my soul.

in

my

I was shaking. Like, full-body, fish-out-of-water, convulsing shakes. Eyes rolling so far back, I swear I saw stars. My walls were

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Chapter 89

clenching around his fingers so tight I’m surprised they didn’t break them.

“Atlas… I’m gonna… fuck… baby I’m…”

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“I know, love,” he groaned against me, voice vibrating straight through my clit. “Come on my tongue. Mess up my face. I wanna taste you so fucking bad.”

That dirty mouth. Those filthy words. That’s literally all it took.

I broke.

Back arched off the desk so hard I almost knocked the framed photo of me at graduation sideways. Thighs clamped around his head, I’m pretty sure I was seconds from actually suffocating him. I bit down on my palm to muffle the scream ripping out of my throat, his name burning behind my teeth as I came so hard my vision whited out.

And the crazy part? He. Didn’t. Stop.

He kept licking. Slow, soft, filthy drags through my pulsing folds. Fingers still pumping lazy and deep, drawing it out until I was whimpering, oversensitive, pushing weakly at his head with shaky hands because I literally couldn’t take another second.

When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin were shiny and dripping with my release. He rose slow, licking his mouth like he was savoring every drop. Then he crashed his lips into mine…deep, nasty, tongue pushing inside so I could taste myself all over him. Salty. Sweet. Me.

He pulled back just enough to grin, eyes dark and smug. “You love the taste of your cum, don’t you?”

My body was still glowing, floating, post-orgasm high so intense I could barely form words. I just nodded dumbly, cheeks on fire.

He smiled softer then, kissed my cheek, my jaw, and murmured against my skin, “You did so good, Em.”

We stayed like that for a minute, me slumped against his chest, panting, thighs still trembling, until my heartbeat finally slowed from cardiac-arrest levels back to semi-human.

Atlas leaned back, brushing a sweaty strand of hair off my forehead. “We should get back before someone notices we’re gone.”

I caught his wrist before he could step away. “I don’t think anyone would care about our absence.”

He raised a brow, amused. “Yeah?”

I looked him dead in the eye, no shame, no filter, just pure horniness speaking for me. “I need to feel your dick inside me.”

His smile went slow, dangerous, dimples popping. “Say no more, princess.”

“Please tell me you have condoms.”

He grinned wider, reached into his pocket, pulled out the foil packet like a magician. “Always prepared.”

I watched, mouth watering, as he tore the wrapper with his teeth (so fucking hot), eyes never leaving mine. He shoved his pants down just enough, cock springing free, thick, hard, already leaking at the tip.

He rolled the condom on smooth, fast, then stepped between my still-spread thighs.

“You ready?”

I nodded, biting my lip so hard it hurt. He lined himself up, eyes locked on mine, and pushed in slow. A broken moan escaped our lips at the same time.

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