Chapter 152

Shantelle’s POV

“I need…” I didn’t know how to say what I wanted, yet it should have been so simple. I thrust back on him, sliding my pussy on his fingers, fucking myself in a wanton, uninhibited way. I had always been so in control of myself and my surroundings, but just letting go was freeing, and doing it with Atlas was liberating. “I need to come, Atlas.” My voice was a husky purr, thick and drugged-sounding.

“Does my girl want to come?”

“Yes,” I cry-moaned. “God, yes.” In that moment I had never needed anything more. I would die without it, I told myself.

Lazy thrusting in and out of me. Slow circles against my clit. He was torturing me, prolonging this, when all I wanted was to explode and give Atlas, the only man ever, my pleasure.

“Then come for me,” he growled at the same time he sank his teeth into the flesh of my ass cheek and started finger-fucking me faster, rubbing my clit harder.

The pain and pleasure cracked through me like