Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
“Only for you,” she repeats as I thrust inside of her tight channel.
I watch the pain flicker across her face and instantly still. “You’re doing good, baby. Breathe for me.”
Her first two breaths are shallow but the third is deeper.
“Keep going,” she insists as sweat breaks out on her forehead.
I force myself to stay frozen, fighting every instinct that demands I move. Being inside her body is like finding the one thing I’ve always wanted my whole life. Home.
When her breathing returns to normal, I experiment with a small thrust and she gives me a grin. “I like it.”
“That makes two of us,” I answer as I increase the pace, thrusting deeper and deeper. I use my fingers to play with her clit and watch her come again before I follow her with my own release.
She slumps against my chest and buries her head in my neck.
I love you. The knowledge slams into me with the force of a hurricane as I realize that I’m truly fucked.
7
ATLAS
I wait for my heart rate to come back down again. I feel boneless, like I did after the first time I ran a marathon. The only difference is the afterglow wasn’t nearly as good as this.
Tucked against Eric’s chest is the best feeling in the world. I fight to keep from telling myself that I belong here. In his arms. With his giant cock still nestled deep between my thighs.
After a long moment, he pulls out of me. He disappears to the bathroom only to return a few seconds later with a warm washcloth.
“Eric.” Having him between my thighs when he was giving me pleasure was one thing, but this is embarrassing.
“Part of being mine tonight is accepting the care I give you,” he says. “Now spread those legs.”
I do as he instructs.
He drops to his knees and once again, he’s eye-level with my intimate area. He takes his time spreading my folds, cleaning me thoroughly and seeming to enjoy this.
When he’s done, he tugs on the hotel blankets and pulls me into his arms. We snuggle together naked under the covers.
Eric never struck me as a cuddler, and I’m surprised by how much I like this feeling.
“We should get back,” I say the words I don’t really mean. I want to stay here with Eric and forget that there’s a world outside of this room.
“We should.”
I don’t make a move to get dressed. Instead, I trace the Semper Fi tattoo on his arm. Maybe it’s not the right time to bring this up. But I have to know. I need to understand this. “Why can’t we be together? Are you scared of my dad?”
Eric chuckles. “No, I’m not afraid of Michael.”
I wait and hope he’ll tell me more. When he doesn’t, I ask another question. “Then what would happen if…if…”
“You mean, if you were my girlfriend and I was fucking you every night the way you deserve to be?”
I blush as dirty fantasies of all the ways that Eric could take me fill my mind. “Yeah, if I were yours for more than tonight.”
“I’ll lose my job, both my current one and the one in New York. Then Michael will blackball me from the industry and probably ensure that I never work cyber security again.”
That doesn’t sound like the man that ate a side salad with fat free dressing yesterday. “He has that much power? Is he mafia?”
Eric tweaks my nose. “You are the cutest thing.”
My heart pounds as I realize he didn’t answer the question. “Is that a yes?”
“No, your father is not mafia.” He doesn’t bother hiding the amusement from his tone.
And you want to keep your job and my father’s favor more than you want me? It’s the question I want to ask, but I’m afraid I already know the answer. He wouldn’t be running to New York if he thought he had a fighting chance.
“What if I followed you to New York? I graduate next spring. We could build a life away from him.” I like where I live but I could start over for Eric.
“OK, let’s go with that little fantasy for a minute.” He sighs. “Time passes and I get down on one knee. Who gives you away at the wedding? Even better, I breed you the way I want to and put a baby in your womb. Do you want your kid growing up never knowing their grandfather?”
I think about his words, the future he’s painting. I like the idea of Eric proposing and the thought of carrying his babies. “You’re saying I’d have to choose between you two.”
“Atlas, I was a foster kid. I’ve always been alone in the world. I don’t have a family to give you other than a half-sister I just met and barely know. There will be no grandparents or aunts or uncles. No one to welcome you into the Holt name.”