“Oh god,” Sutton choked out as she arched beneath me.
Curling my body over hers, I slid my hand up to cup her throat and brought my face down to hers. Her panting breaths swept across my mouth, her gasps music to my ears.
“It better bemyname you say tonight, trouble. Not God’s.” I tightened my grip on her throat, using it as leverage to fuck into her faster, deeper, the bed rattling with my efforts. “It’s not God who’s going to make you come on his cock, is it?”
“No,” she breathed, her eyelids fluttering closed as her hands twitched above her. As if she wanted to reach for me. As if she needed to feel me like I had the pleasure of feeling every inch of her.
I sank inside her over and over as I brought my lips down to her ear. Against it, I murmured, “Whose cock are you going to come on?”
“Yours,” she said on a moan, her pussy already tightening around me, her legs shaking against my hips.
“That’s right. My bratty girl is going to do exactly what she said she wouldn’t, isn’t she?”
Her only response was a whimper, her breaths growing more ragged each time I filled her.
“Give it to me. Let me feel this perfect cunt come around me. And it better be my name you scream as you do it.”
I thrust deep, grinding against her clit, and she detonated, doing exactly what I’d told her to. The sound of her screaming my name echoed off the walls while her pussy pulsed around me, her body quaking with the waves of her orgasm.
But I wasn’t done.
As desperately as I wanted to fill her up, to come as deep inside her as I could, I also wanted to prove that not only could I get her where she didn’t think she could go, I could go even further.
I released my grip on her throat before untying her bound wrists from the headboard. Immediately, she held me tightly, tugging my face down for a kiss while I continued rocking into her.
After pulling her onto my lap, I reached back and untied her ankles, allowing her to wrap her legs around my waist. She rolled her hips, soft and subtle, just the barest of movements, thanks to how I’d wrung out her body tonight.
She held me as close as she could, pulling away just long enough to whisper, “I want you to come for me.”
“You first.” I gripped her hips, guiding her forward and back in my lap, working her swollen clit against me with every motion.
“No, Atlas.” She shook her head, exhaustion and need warring in her eyes. “I… I can’t?—”
“You can.” I kissed across her jaw, scraping my teeth over her earlobe. Against the shell of her ear, I murmured, “You’re doing so good for me, baby. Just one more.”
It said a hell of a lot that instead of pushing back or fighting me about it, she simply melted into my touch. She allowed me to move her exactly how I wanted, her nails digging into my back as I bounced her on my cock.
Her cunt squeezed me like a vise grip, tightening around me until I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. Wasn’t sure how long I could balance on the precipice while I was buried inside the sweetest heaven I’d ever known.
“Fuck,” she choked out before reaching a hand between us, rubbing fast circles on her clit. Seeming just as desperate as I was, she ground down hard, taking me as deep as she could, and let loose a low moan.
“There’s my greedy fucking girl. Show me how much you want my come.”
“Yes.” She locked her eyes on mine, bringing our lips together as she whispered, “Come with me, Atlas.”
I growled against her mouth, holding her tight as I drove upward to meet her frantic movements. The sound of her ragged breathing combined with how tight she was squeezing me only pushed me that much closer to the edge, my muscles tensing in an effort to hold back.
With a loud cry, she tossed her head back as she shattered around me, and I finally let go. I gripped her hips, working her up and down my length in a few quick strokes, before exploding inside her.
Minutes passed as we stayed tangled together, our skin cooling in the aftermath. I pressed my lips to her temple, tasting the salt of her sweat and the tears she hadn’t been able to hold back, breathing in the scent that was uniquely hers. Loving that my whole fucking bedroom smelled like it.
I used to like my space. Used to like that I came back to this empty house, by myself. That no one was here to bother me. But in a few short weeks, all that had changed.
Now, I wanted Sutton in my bed every night. I wanted to eat breakfast with her daughter every morning. I didn’t want my space. I wantedthem.
And that was a fucking problem.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
