I didn't spill a drop. Once I was satisfied, I released her legs and climbed between her thighs. My cock was looking for a much-needed release. I looked at her face; her eyes were half slits. She was still coming down from her high.
"Kit, are you still on birth control?"
As much as I didn't trust contraceptives to be as effective as they claim to be, I wasn't worried about getting her pregnant if she still had the implant under her skin.
She smiled at me, looking drunk.
“Yes, Atlas. I still have the birth control you had put into my arm. There is no need to worry. I didn't get pregnant the last time you screwed me, and I won't get pregnant now."
I smiled at her. I was happy that she kept it, even though that meant she had plans to fuck other guys while she was away from me. I dismissed the thought from my mind, not wanting to spoil this moment by getting upset.
Like she said, we needed to start with a clean slate. I stood up from the bed and pulled her to the edge so her ass was almost hanging off the end of the mattress. I rubbed my dick against her wet pussy, lubing it up so she wouldn't tear when I entered her. Grabbing both of her legs, I pushed them towards her chest and thrust my cock forward, penetrating her.
She gasped and moaned at the same time.
"Oh Lord, I forgot how big you are."
I held back my urge to push further in, allowing her to adjust. Goddamn, she was tight. As soon as I felt her pussy expand, I buried the rest of my cock with one deep thrust.
I knew she was well lubricated, and after she adjusted to my size, she could handle the rest without difficulty.
I was finally where I belonged…withher.
It wasalways her.
Chapter 46
Kitlyn
I kept my eyes trained on the steely grey ones above me. Atlas was pounding me into next week, and I couldn't get enough. I was with the man I loved, which made the sex even better.
He was gorgeous, and he was allmine. I knew I had him earlier when he kidnapped me, but things were much different between us. I was no longer an object to him anymore. He fell in love with me, making me somewhat his equal in the relationship.
He will always dominate and control, to an extent. At least I won't be confined like an animal. I think I can persuade him to see things my way in good time. I pushed my hips forward, meeting each thrust with pure lust and desire.
My climax started deep within my core, working from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.
He was fucking me like an animal, and I loved every minute. I loved rough sex thanks to him. Even if I slept with another man while we were apart, Iknew he would never live up to Atlas. How could anyone live up to this man screwing me like a bucking bronco?
I started panting, wrapping my legs around his back tightly, pulling him in as he brutally fucked me.
"Oh, Jesus Christ, Atlas!!! I am going to cum!"
My inner muscles tightened around his member as my body convulsed, violently shaking in ecstasy. I almost saw stars; that's how intense my orgasm was. His breath was heavy, his nostrils flaring as he climaxed.
"FUCK Kit! I am going to blow my load, and then I want to clean you up!" I felt his body tense as he painted my insides with his seed. I used my inner muscles to milk every drop of cum from his balls.
I used to think he was crazy when he went down on me after he came, but now it turned me on.
It was one of his kinks, and when I pledged my submission to him, I also accepted this part of who he was. He will always be Atlas; I am more than content knowing this is who he is. Once we both came down from our earth-shattering orgasms, true to his word, Atlas kneeled between my legs and licked me clean. Of course, with all the lapping and sucking, he brought me over the top again.
My body shook so hard this time that I lost it. I sobbed my eyes out once he was satiated. My emotions were all over the place. He crawled in beside me and took me in his arms.
"Shhh, shh, my pet. Let it all out. I am here, and I am never letting you go again."
My tears were not of terror or sadness. No, this time, I was crying because I was so happy. I was the happiest I have ever been in my screwed-up life.
My shitty past didn't matter anymore. I wasn't afraid that others, especially Beck, would judge me because I fell in love with my kidnapper. No one would understand my feelings or our freaky relationship, and I could give two shits anymore. I didn't care how Becca might react once I told her.
