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CHAPTER SIX

ATLAS

For such a tiny thing, she sure was strong.

My little tornado of trouble reached up, wrapped her hand around my neck, and tugged my face down to hers.

The move sent me even deeper, and we groaned into each other’s mouths.

I didn’t know if it was because it had been so long for me, or because this woman really was trouble with her magic pussy, but I was about three seconds from blowing.

And I wanted nothing more than to do it inside her snug little cunt, with no barrier at all.

My cock jerked at the thought, and I had no idea where it had even come from.

I’d never gone bare inside a woman.

From the second I’d gotten drafted, we were taught to wrap that shit up.

Hell, the league had actual seminars about how not to get trapped by a jersey chaser.

But I couldn’t deny how badly I wanted to fuck this woman with nothing between us.

Knowing I was seconds from coming, I pulled out of her and maneuvered her to her side, smacking her ass lightly.

“Hands and knees, trouble. And get that ass in the air. Let me see what a mess I’ve made of your pussy.”

She did as I asked, glancing over her shoulder at me with a glint in her eyes that made my dick twitch.

“Just to be clear, I’m not doing this because you told me to. I’m doing this because I happen to like this position.”

“Whatever you say.” I palmed her ass, bringing my hand down in another light smack.

“From the looks of your pussy, I’d say you’ve liked everything.”

“Well, you did eat me out for twenty minutes, so that definitely helped.”

“I would’ve done it for twenty more, but I’m on a time crunch here.”

“And the clock is still tickin’, big guy.” She shook her ass at me, tempting me in the most delicious way.

I pressed a hand between her shoulder blades, urging her down.

She went readily, presenting her ass to me, that gorgeous pink cunt glistening between her thighs.

Unable to stop myself, I leaned forward for another taste.

She shuddered out a moan at the first swipe of my tongue through her slit.

And then I was just as gone as she was.

My groan was lost in her flesh as I licked and sucked, eating her with abandon.

Addicted to her sounds.

Drunk on her taste.

“Oh my god, don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She reached back, clutching my head and holding me against her.

As if there were anywhere else in the fucking world I’d rather be.

“Come on, trouble,” I murmured against her.

“Give me another one, right on my tongue.”

“Fuck,” she breathed out, her thighs quivering as I feasted on her cunt.

“ God , I’m coming.”

I groaned, keeping my rhythm exactly how it had been as she detonated against my mouth.

While aftershocks still coursed through her body, I stood, brushed the head of my cock through her slit, and pressed inside, her pussy still spasming around me.

Our groans mingled in the otherwise quiet room, the sound of our panting breaths urging me on.

She was too small to shove my cock in deep, especially in this position.

So I went slow, pulling out and sinking a little farther inside with each thrust.

Fuck me, she was gorgeous like this.

Her ass tipped up, pussy lips spread wide around my cock, and those quivering thighs telling me exactly how close she was to falling again.

And I fully intended to make her.

Just to prove I could.

I gripped below her ass, my palms splayed wide, thumbs tracing around where I disappeared inside her.

Gathering every bit of that wetness.

She shuddered out a breath when my soaked thumb ghosted over her back entrance.

Instead of pulling away, she moaned and pushed against me, fucking my cock without any help from me.

She met my gaze in the full-length mirror next to the bed.

Her lips were parted, eyes glassy but unwaveringly focused as she stared, her expression daring me.

“What color, trouble?” I asked, circling my thumb there with the barest hint of pressure.

There was a moment’s hesitation as her pussy clenched around me.

She was no doubt wondering how the hell she’d fit anything else inside her.

Then she gave an almost imperceptible nod.

“Green.”

I pushed my slick thumb inside her, groaning at the onslaught of sensations.

How she clenched tight around me.

How she whimpered low, reaching back to grip my thigh.

How she rolled her hips with every push back against me, taking me a little deeper each time.

“You love this, don’t you?” I said, mesmerized by the sight of her.

“Love being stuffed so fucking full. Does it feel good?”

“God yes,” she panted, her nails digging crescent moons into my thigh and her pussy the sweetest heaven I’d ever sunk inside.

“Show me, then.” I brought my other hand down, smacking her ass as I pumped my cock and thumb into her in alternating strokes.

“Be a good girl and play with your clit. Make that pussy come one more time.”

It was a testament to how far gone she was that she didn’t argue or toss back some pithy remark.

Not like I’d begun to expect from her.

Instead, she shifted, removing her hand from my thigh and snaking it down between her legs.

She spread her fingers on either side of my pumping shaft, making us both groan.

“God, you feel so good.” She breathed the words almost as if they were meant only for herself, but I couldn’t deny how good it felt hearing her praise.

I knew the second her fingers touched her clit, because her pussy rippled around me, tiny quakes signaling her impending release.

“There you go. Make that sweet little cunt squeeze my cock. Come all over me so we can go for round two. I’ve still got seventeen minutes, trouble. And I intend to use every single one.”

She breathed out a laugh that cut off on a gasp, our eyes locked in the mirror.

Her entire body went stiff as she sobbed out a moan, her pussy and ass clenching around me.

And that was it. I was done for.

So fucking lost to this woman I’d only just met.

On a groan, I sank deep, shoving my cock as far into her as I could and spilling myself into the condom.

Wishing like hell there was nothing between us.

Long moments later, after she’d collapsed onto the mattress and I’d cleaned up, I joined her on the bed, tugging her exactly where I wanted her.

Namely, tucked into my side so we could both catch our breath before diving into the next round.

“Looks like you were prepared for this,” she murmured into my chest.

“Hmm?”

She propped herself up on her elbow, jerking a chin toward the box of condoms that sat on the bedside table.

“You definitely didn’t buy those between when I attacked you in the bar and when we got up here. Ergo, you were prepared.”

I huffed out a breath and shook my head.

“Joke from some buddies. They find a way to sneak them into my room anytime I travel. Usually, I just toss them.”

She raised a brow at me, skepticism written on her face.

“But not tonight.”

“Not tonight,” I agreed, darting my eyes over her face—to those glass-green eyes and those full lips and the dusting of freckles that were, somehow, making my dick hard all over again.

“Well, I’d hate to waste them.” She flashed me a smile.

“How long did you say we had?”

I glanced at the clock.

“Down to twelve.”

“How about I add an extra eight? What can you do in twenty?”

“Oh, trouble.” I gripped her waist and tugged her to sit astride me, her hands braced on my chest, those perfect little tits just begging for my mouth.

And I intended to deliver.

“You’re going to be sorry you asked that.”