Heartbreak Me by T.L. Smith Page 0,40

still around my neck, and I’m physically unable to move. Atlas grips his cock in his hand and strokes it, then pushes forward so it touches me, not entering me, just touching. I grip at his hands to move, so I can move.

“Tsk-tsk.” He shakes his head. “Be a good girl and don’t move. We don’t want you bruised after the first go, or maybe the second.” He winks, making me still, then smiles when he starts touching me again. Moans leave my mouth as his hand leaves my throat and both hands are now on my inner thighs, fingers digging in, probably bruising me.

I go to reach for him. Most positions I have had sex in are usually missionary or doggy. I never wanted more and was happy with both. But Atlas grabs my thighs, turns me to my side, and pulls me down the bed even farther until I feel him between my legs. I go to lift my leg, but he holds it down as he pushes himself closer to me, his cock touching me, and I groan trying to get him to push in just a little farther.

He laughs, and when he does, he moves, and my hand, which was awkwardly at my side, runs through my hair as he pushes in and pulls out.

Holy shit!

One hand moves to touch my clit and rubs while he starts pushing in. My legs close as I try to push back to give him more, open my legs to move more, but he won’t allow me to. Atlas holds me still as he pushes, in and out, one hand holding me, the other touching and rubbing me. Just as I am about to come, he pulls out, pushes me flat on my back, and climbs over me. Spreading my legs, he leans down and kisses my breast, bites my nipple hard, then soothes it with his tongue. I moan, loudly, for him. I need more.

Why can’t he give me more of him?

Hands grip me again, and this time, in a flash, I am now on top of him. He is on his back as I look down at him. Atlas sits up and pushes my hips down, so I can feel him between my legs, everywhere. I can literally feel him everywhere. In me, on me, and around me.

Atlas Hyde has surrounded me in every possible way and is draining me dry.

Hips move, and hands roam.

When I grip his hair, he doesn’t stop me, when I pull chunks of it, he bites my nipple a little harder. Which I fucking love. And when my hips have a mind of their own and start rotating and rocking over him like a teenage girl, he laughs before he devours each breast until I can no longer feel anything but him between my legs. And it feels fucking marvelous.

I feel it coming, that fucking high I have only ever brought on by myself. But, this, well this, is ten times fucking higher, and when he pulls me in, he slams his lips to mine, and I can’t stop him. Our kiss is sloppy and messy. I can’t keep up with him with all the emotions running through me right now.

“Oh… my… God.” I say each word stuttered between his lips.

“No, just Atlas.” He smiles against my lips, and I am too high to tell him to shut up or walk away. Walk, yeah right, that isn’t going to happen. Not when my fucking insides are exploding like fireworks.

Bam!

No, it’s a fucking eruption!

That’s what it’s like fucking Atlas Hyde. And even if I regret it straight away, I know one thing for sure, that man has a dick made of solid gold.

Maybe that’s why he’s rich and so damn ignorant.

“Theadora,” he says my name as I come down.

My hands reach out and grip his shoulders before my head lays on it.

I can’t move, not even a fraction.

I don’t want to move.

My body is spent.

“Get off me, Theadora.”

Chapter Nineteen

Theadora

Pulling back, I look at him. His hands leave me and sit at his sides. His eyes are darker than usual as they skim over me. The look makes me feel dirty. I cover my breasts and climb off him. I walk all the way to the bathroom and shut the door behind me, locking it.

Why did I do that?

Why did I have to sleep with a man who could possibly have slept with my sister?

Oh, my God, I don’t even need to know the answer