Heartbreak Me by T.L. Smith Page 0,57

his fingers out, lift my hips, and push his cock straight into me.

Our eyes meet and lock on each other. He is the first to break away, looking down as he grins and pushes up, sending his cock farther inside me and making my hips start to move.

“Atlas, this can’t be anything more than sex,” I inform him, reaching behind me to pull my panties off and sit up. He does nothing but give me a smoldering look as my hands grip his tattooed chest, and my eyes shut as I feel every inch of him in me. My hips start rocking, and soon they are bobbing fast. Extremely fast as he helps me, pushing me back and forth in time with my own hips, so my rhythm never slows.

“If you say so, Theadora,” I hear him mumble, but I am way too lost in ecstasy to even reply. My hands lift, running through my hair, gripping on while rocking until I feel that perfect build-up. One of his hands leaves my hips while the other keeps me moving, and he reaches up and pinches my sensitive nipple. I crave it and lean forward. He does the same, and his mouth encloses around my nipple, pulling it with his teeth.

I come. I come so fucking hard that I’m pretty sure I see stars.

“There she is,” he affirms, throwing me to the bed, turning me over so I’m on my stomach, and he stands, pulling my hips back. He smacks my ass hard, then does it again. I am too sated to move as he lifts me by my hips and slams back into me.

Fuck me.

Literally.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Atlas

Theadora’s ass was made by the gods, her body was sent from hell to tempt and please wicked men like me. And men like me cannot say no to just once. No, we will continue to take and take until there is nothing more to give.

She moans as my cock slides in and out of her already soaking wet pussy. Those moans do mad things to me, and I almost forget to be gentle with her as my hand comes down on her ass again in a loud smack. I expect she likes it because every time I do it, I hear a small moan escape her lips, and her hips rise, telling me she likes it as much as I like doing it to her.

Now, if I could just get my hands around her neck, that would be the icing on the damn cake for me.

The first time I met her, on her knees with a beanie over her head, I had to test it. I had to put my hands around her sweet neck to see how she would react. And she didn’t disappoint me. Luckily for me, she never noticed my cock was hard, because if she did, I’m sure all of this would have gone very differently than it has.

She moans loudly as I grip her hair, pulling her head back as I come hard and long. She comes again, and a scream rips from her lips, making my nuts clench at the sound.

I’m low-key obsessed with her.

And she doesn’t even realize it.

Pulling out of her, she doesn’t move. Theadora’s head drops back to the bed, and her heavy breathing takes over while she catches her breath. Standing, I look down on her. Her ass cheeks are red with marks from my hands as she lays there with her legs spread, showing me everything with not a care in the world.

“I won’t carry you,” I tell her.

She opens her eyes and smirks at me. “I never expected you to, but now that you mention it, most men in my romance novels carry their women to the bathroom and wash them after they fuck them. You should totally do that.” Her body doesn’t even move as she speaks, but her lips turn up in a wide smile.

“I won’t carry you,” I reiterate, this time with more determination.

“You will because I can’t walk. So, Atlas, pick me the fuck up, and carry me to the bathroom like a good man should.” She turns over, her tits and pussy on perfect show. My cock bounces, ready for another round, and her eyes drop straight to it. “Carry me.” She puts her arms out and grins.

“I’m not a good man, that’s your first mistake.”

Theadora’s hands drop, and the smile that was on her face instantly leaves, and, in its place, an intense fevered stare takes