I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 90

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 shid two thick fingers inside me without warning.

“Shit!” My hand flew to my mouth, palin slamming over my lipso 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 sow drags, then sucking hard enough to make my toes curl

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

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

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“Atlas… I’m gonna… fuck… baby I’m…”

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“I know, love,” he groaned against me, voice vibrating straight though 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…leep, 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 sò intense 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 paket 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 m still-spread thighs.

“You ready?”

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

“Fuck…” he groaned, hips stuttering once he was fully seated. “I crazy how you keep feeling so damn good every time.”

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Then he started moving.

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Slow at first… deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside me. Then harder. Faster. The desk creaked under us. Papers slid. I didn’t care. My nails dug into his shoulders through his jacket. Legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper.

“Harder,” I gasped. “Please…fuck me harder, Atlas.”

He growled, low and feral, and slammed into me so hard the whole desk shifted.

“Like that?” he rasped, voice rough. “Like me fucking you raw on your dad’s desk while everyone downstairs is toasting champagne?”

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