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He's the grumpy CEO of the company she works for. The very boss, no one gets enough words with before he pushes them far away. And then Sierra Bloom happens. She's the complete opposite of him, and he hates it. But something about her is w...
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Atlas strokes his hands up my legs, reaching to my hipbones to hook his fingers into the elastic of my panties. He looks into my eyes as he begins to pull on to them, slowly sliding them down my legs.
My breath shakes with every exhalation as he kisses up my thigh, getting dangerously close to my pussy.
His eyes stay locked with mine, at least until I can feel his hot breath tingling along my sensitive skin. He leans down, planting a kiss to my pussy. Then Atlas licks his lips, mumbling something unintelligible right before his tongue slides from my entrance to my clit. Once.
"Fuck, you're so wet." He groans, or growls, or whatever the name for the sound he just made is. A throaty sigh.
I let out a gasp, not being sure if I have ever felt the way I do right now before. My skin feels hot, way too hot. It's like all of my blood is rushing through me in lightning-speed. Something in my stomach tickles, like little butterflies being awakened.
Another feeling I've never really felt before. Butterflies. In that sense.
My head tilts back on the decorative pillow as Atlas repeats the same stroking-lick with his tongue, teasingly slow. Kind of like he's trying to savour me.
God, his tongue came in contact with my pussy twice and I'm already starting to believe this is the best feeling ever.
I wonder if he has done this before. With me, I mean. He probably has,... or maybe not. God, I don't know. I wish I did.
"Relax, baby." Atlas speaks with a soft tone, sweet and kind.
He spreads my legs further apart, dipping his tongue into my vagina. Atlas licks his way back up to my clit, sucking it into his mouth.
I moan as he releases my clit from his mouth, feeling an electricity-like tingle stream through my veins.
Atlas brings one hand to my pussy, sliding two fingers through my folds to coat the tips with my wetness. He blows air to my clit as his fingers gaze it, adding the slightest amount of pressure as he circles it.
Gliding his fingers down, he dips them inside of me, slowly inching deeper. My breath hitches, easing into a loud moan.
When his finger seem to be completely inside me, he eases them back out while at the same time pressing his tongue flat to my clit.
An embarrassing thought makes it through to me, and yet I can't stop myself from blurting out words I know I will regret.
"I'm sorry if I—" I say, sounding breathy, but get interrupted by a strange vibration. Most likely another of Atlas's never happening chuckles.
