“You want me to fuck you,” he accused, then kissed her hard. She tasted herself on his mouth, but he only chuckled when she tried to turn her head away.
“No, I’m faithful to my boyfriend. He’s a nice guy and he never holds me down during sex, and he begs for my attention, and feeds me bonbons in the hopes that I’ll let him fuck me.”
Atlas was holding her down at every point, and the feeling of being trapped beneath him and helpless was making her impossibly needy.
“You like that vanilla shit, bitch?”
Fuuuck.
She moaned, not caring if it fucked up his game, because he knew talking to her like that would get her off if he wasn’t careful.
“I’m not even a little kinky. I love vanilla shit.”
He laughed and bit her neck, and her brain melted and leaked out her ear.
“You’re going to hate this then.” He fumbled with his button and zipper, since they were trapped between them, and he thrust up into her aching pussy with one hard thrust. She screamed with pleasure as he bottomed out, and he froze above her, breathing hard. He blew out a long breath, then started to piston into her, fucking her into the sand beneath them so hard her mind started to haze over.
“You’re mine, Mila.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied meekly, feeling as if she could spend the rest of her life kneeling at this man’s feet.
“Mine.” He stopped the motion of his hips, and slipped something onto her finger before he started again lacing his fingers through hers and holding her down that way. His strokes became long, with each thrust rough, stealing her breath.
“Do you feel that ring on your finger?”
All she could give him was a whimper.
“I’m keeping you forever.”
Her heart stuttered.
“Yes, sir,” she replied breathlessly. God, she loved this crazy man.
He kissed her again, this time his mouth was slow and demanding, expecting reciprocation rather than submission. She gave him what he wanted, because he always gave her exactly what she wanted, even if she had to beg for it sometimes.
Her orgasm was vicious, brutal, and he said the dirtiest fucking things to her that made her come again before the first orgasm had completely finished.
Bastard. Two could play at that game.
“Sir?”
“Yes, woman?” he gritted out. His body was coiled tight, and she could feel his cock twitching, ready to come.
“Maybe I should stop taking the pill.”
“Fuck.” He came like a beast, swearing, biting her. She took all of it, finding yet another helpless orgasm somewhere in the middle of his storm. As he calmed, he rocked against her, sighing and groaning with each of her body’s aftershocks.
“I guess we’ll need to get married soon, then.” He kissed her eyelids and the tip of her nose.
“Knowing you, probably. And didn’t I say something about wanting to be upright when you proposed?”
“We’re not upright often enough to make that feasible.” He rolled over, taking her with him then held her hips while he started thrusting up into her.
She gasped. She been complaining about something, but couldn’t remember what.
“You can’t still be hard. This isn’t fair!”
He rolled his hips, making her weak with pleasure.