Chapter 13

My lips move against hers and I groan at the taste. I've waited years for this moment and I'm not letting it pass me by.

I push my tongue against the seam of her lips and she opens, letting me slide inside, twirling it with hers. Breathless, she pulls back, but not before nipping my bottom lip and smiling at me.

"I want you, Sloane. I've wanted you since we were teenagers," I admit.

"Then take me, Atlas. We can talk more about the past later. But right now I want more."

My cock is painfully hard in my pants and I know I'm going to have to take this slow or I'll come prematurely and that will kill the fucking mood. I want to make this last as long as I can.

With Sloane cradled in my arms, I stand up and ascend the stairs to my bedroom. Her weight is a comforting presence against my chest, her breath soft against my neck.

Pushing the door open with a gentle nudge of my foot, I step inside, and with a swift kick, close it behind me, shutting out the outside world.

Lowering Sloane onto my soft mattress, her body sinks into it and for a moment, I simply stand there, drinking in the sight of her in my bed. Something I've imagined for years.

Unable to resist any longer, I crawl over top of her, my gaze never leaving her face. In this moment, there are no words, no need for pretense or explanation—only the silent exchange of longing and desire between us.

Grabbing the hem of her dress, I push it up her body until it's over her breasts. She lifts herself with ease so I can pull the magenta fabric off over her head.

"You're a fucking image, baby." I run my thumb across my bottom lip as I commit her to memory. Full hips, breasts that are trying to spill out of the sides of her bralette, and her soft belly. I bend down, hovering over her, and kiss her again.

As our kiss deepens, her hands move to the buttons of my black polo and she slowly undoes them before grabbing the bottom and trying to pull it off me. Helping her, I rip it off and throw it to the floor beside her dress.

Her fingers dance across my stomach and chest, and I pull my lips from hers to kiss her neck and shoulder, until I get to her supple breasts.

Nipping her flesh through the blue fabric, she gasps and I pull the lace down just enough to free her large tan areola. Her nipple stiff and begging for my mouth.

I circle her hard peak with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth and biting gently.

She moans and my cock jerks in my pants. There's not a doubt in my mind that there's a wet spot on my briefs and pants from pre-cum.

Sloane arches her back, pushing her tit against my face even more, and I flick my tongue back and forth.

Easing up on her nipple, I trail kisses down her belly until I get to the edge of her panties. I press kisses over the top of the lace, down her mound to her slit, and run my nose up the fabric, inhaling her scent.

"You're fucking soaked, Sloane. You want this just as bad as I do, don't you?"

I groan at the small sample of her taste through the lace. My hands find the sides of her bottoms and I tug them down, forcing her to lift her hips so I can pull them over her ass and down her legs.

I lick my lips at the sight of her bare pussy. She hisses as I run my fingers through her folds.

"So responsive."

"Please, Atlas," she whispers.

I smile. "You never have to beg, baby. I'll give you anything you want. Want me to live in this pussy? I will. Want me to eat you every morning. I will. Just tell me."

Between her legs, I close my eyes and take a breath.

Another fantasy is about to be crossed off my list.

Sloane's pussy is perfect; slightly darker than the rest of her skin with puffy lips that hide her clit. She glistens under my praise.

Not being able to take it any longer, I push her thighs further apart and dive in. I attack her clit with my tongue, flicking up and down like a man starved.

"Fuuuck!" she cries and grinds against my face.

That's right, baby. Let me make you feel good.

Her essence soaks my beard, and I can feel it dripping down my chin. I don't care. I want to brand the feel of my tongue on her cunt.

Reaching up, I rub my thumb over her hole in circles, teasing her.

Such an eager little thing. She grinds harder, looking for more.

I promised she'd never have to ask, and that includes having to ask with her body. Sinking two fingers inside of her, I groan against her clit at how tight she is.

Flattening my tongue, I lap at her as my fingers dip in and out at a steady pace.

"I'm gonna come, Atlas," she pants.

I don't let up. I want her release on my tongue, drenching my fingers. It belongs to me.

Sloane's legs begin to shake, and I know she's close, so fucking close.

Pulling her clit into my mouth, I suck hard as I curl my fingers, rubbing them against her G-Spot.

She screams as she explodes on my tongue, her pussy squeezing my fingers like a vise.

There's no way in hell Dad can't hear her. I don't care.

I lick her through the orgasm and when she releases my head from between her thighs, I send a silent thank you to the man upstairs that I didn't come in my pants.

Standing up, I unbutton my slacks, letting them fall to my ankles and stepping out of them. My boxer briefs are the next to go. Gripping my cock in one hand, I stroke it hard and slow, watching as pre-cum drips from the tip.

I look up to see Sloane on her hands and knees, staring at me, her eyes blown with lust and her cheeks a pretty pink.

"Let me return the favor," she purrs.

As if she could get any more perfect, she goes and says a thing like that.

"Not this time, baby. The minute those pretty lips wrap around my cock, I'll spill down your throat. I've waited too long, prayed to every god who would listen to let me find you. I'm gonna be inside you when I come."

"Okay. Raincheck." She winks.

"We were tested for the auction, but it's up to you. Do you want me to wear a condom?" I ask, hoping she says no.

I've never fucked anyone bare and I want her to be my first. I want to feel her wrapped around me, nothing between us.

"I'm on the pill," she whispers. "I want to feel you."

Done.

Climbing back onto the bed and over the top of her, I kiss her. "This weekend won't be enough, Sloane."

She smiles at me but says nothing, kissing me back, her tongue caressing mine with fervor.

Sliding a hand between us, I line my cock up with her little hole and drive in with one thrust.

"Ooooh!"

"You okay?" I ask, worried that I hurt her.

"It's been a bit. Just move," she pleads.

"Yes, ma'am." I pump my hips in and out of her, long and slow. I want this to last and I don't want her to think I'm a man who races to the finish line.

She needs to want more, to be dripping for it.

Her tits bounce with every thrust, and it's driving me wild. "So fucking hot."

Letting my finger move down to her core, I press my thumb against her clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

"Yes!" she shouts. "Oh! Fuck yes."

I groan as the orgasm starts to build. Picking up my pace slightly, she tightens around me and I know she's close once more.

My balls start to tingle and warmth rushes through me.

"Come, Sloane. Come on my cock," I growl and pinch her clit.

Her eyes clamp shut and her pussy spasms around me as she clenches. The sound of her coming undone is one of the sexiest things I've ever heard.

My cock jerks inside of her almost violently, releasing rope after rope of cum.

When I'm spent, I lean down and kiss her nose, before pulling out and groaning as I watch my cum leak from her hole.

"I'll say it again. So fucking hot."

I silently make my way to the bathroom attached to my bedroom, the floorboards creaking softly beneath my weight. Turning on the light, I reach for a rag, feeling its softness between my fingers, and soak it in warm water.

I quickly clean myself up, sadly washing away the proof of what I just did.

Once I"m done, I rinse the rag and head back to the bedroom, finding Sloane lying exactly as I left her. A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I take in her peaceful form, the faint sound of her snores filling the air.

Chuckling softly to myself, I bend down to clean her up, tossing the rag into the hamper, a perfect "slam dunk" before shutting off the lights. Quietly, I crawl into bed beside her, pulling her close to my chest and draping the blanket over us both.

I bury my nose in her hair, feeling her warmth against me, and sigh. "I won"t let you leave me again, Sloane." My voice is barely a breath against her skin. "I love you."

Closing my eyes, I focus on the steady rhythm of her heartbeat and the sound of her breathing, letting it wash over me.

This is what I"ve dreamed of for so long.

As sleep begins to claim me, I hold Sloane a little tighter, knowing that she"s here beside me and she"s not going anywhere. In this moment, lying beside her, I feel a sense of completeness, and I know that this is where she belongs.