Chapter 7
ISADORA
I ’m kissing Atlas Buchanan, a reformed, loaded asshole, and he just gave me a puppy. Not just any puppy, the cutest puppy at the entire event. His confession to intentionally saving her for me completely crumbled the last of my defenses. Between that and the kiss, I give up. He can win if it means I get to be happy. Even if we don’t end up together forever, a little bit of happiness now will make up for any future heartbreak. I can hear Nonna’s voice in my head lecturing me. If we don’t take risks and let love in, Isadora, we may miss out on something wonderful. It’s unsolicited advice that she’s repeated for years. I usually just roll my eyes at her meddling, but tonight her words were too right to ignore.
Atlas’s hands caress my back, begging for our bodies to be closer. The sexual tension between us igniting a burning passion that has me wanting more than just this kiss. I know he wants it, too, but he’s too much of a gentleman these days to just take what he wants. His grandfather fixed his flaws, spending his remaining time in this life molding him into a better man. Atlas deserves a second chance, just like each one of these puppies did, and I’m going to show him I’m capable of forgiveness.
My hands run down his chest and over his firm muscles as I kiss him deeper. He moans, giving me the confirmation I need to keep going. I dip my fingers beneath the hem of his thermal shirt, trailing them across his warm skin, following his waistband. Suddenly, just as I was about to unbuckle his belt, I feel his warm hand wrap around mine. He breaks our long kiss.
“What are you doing?”
He doesn’t give me a chance to answer him.
“You don’t have to do this. The puppy is yours, no matter what,” he rasps.
I try to hold back from laughing at him, but I can feel the corners of my mouth turning up into a smile. He looks at me, confused. “Do you think this is about the puppy, Atlas?”
“I did until you implied maybe it’s not just now,” he replies.
“It’s not about the puppy, Atlas. This is about second chances and finishing something we never had the opportunity to start.”
He gives me that cocky grin, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “If that’s the case,” he says, holding his hands up, “then please, by all means, proceed.”
I reach for his belt again, pulling on the leather, but once more he stops me. “Are you sure you want to do that?”
I can feel the hard bulge pressing against the bottom of my hand, so I look up at him, confused as to why he would stop me. Atlas leans down and kisses my nose, cupping my face in his hands. “It doesn’t have to be about sex, Isadora.”
The way my name runs off his tongue sends a tremble through my body. My panties are soaked and I’ve never wanted this as bad as I do right now. I look up at Atlas through my thick lashes. “It doesn’t have to be, but I’ve waited years for you to figure your shit out, Atlas. And here we are probably snowed in, where I have you all to myself. I want it to be about sex tonight. If that’s okay?”
His lips tug into a smile before pressing against my forehead. ”I’m sorry it took me so long to see what I always had right in front of me. I guess I needed to grow up some, before I could be the man you deserve.”
Fuck. He’s going to soak my panties and make me cry.
“I can rock your world, little elf. I just want us both to be on board.”
“Then, by all means, rock my world, please.” I whisper.
He surprises me by grabbing my hip and forcing our bodies together. “Fuck, Isadora,” he groans, tilting my eyes to meet his, “I like the way you beg for it. Be a good girl and say it again.”
“Please rock my world, Atlas Buchanan.”
He kisses my lips softly, pulling away slowly as if it’s painful for our lips to part. I watch, enthralled by his slow, precise movements. He uses his right hand to rip off his belt in one fluid motion, and I gasp. He snaps it and I laugh. Clarice lifts her head and barks.
“Oops,” he mouths.
“It’s okay, we should probably put her away somewhere safe,” I reply.
“You’re right. I’ll go put her in the pen. Come on, Clarice,” he says, walking over to scoop her up in his arms. He looks down at her and whispers, “You don’t want to watch what daddy’s going to do to mommy.”
“Atlas,” I giggle, feeling my cheeks heat with embarrassment.
He shrugs, “It’s true.”
I watch as he walks off, carrying my—our—new puppy.
He must have looped back a different way because the next thing I know, he’s grabbing me from behind and spinning me around to face him. Before I can scream, his mouth covers mine. My scream is replaced with a soft moan as one hand slides up my waist, followed by the other. They search for my waistband and peel my leggings down over my plump thighs. My heart races as I bite my lip nervously. I know I’m a curvy girl and that’s not for everyone, but I hope it’s something that doesn’t bother Atlas. As if he can hear my thoughts, he stops their downward descent to stand back and admire me.
“You’re fucking perfect, Isadora. Take your sweater off, darling. I don’t want to pull your hair, and I want to see those gorgeous tits of yours.”
Oh my fucknuggets. He has a dirty mouth. If my panties weren’t soaked before, they are now . I do what he says, peeling my sweater over my head and setting it on the reception desk.
Atlas sucks his breath in with a hiss, “Fucking gorgeous.”
I blink, and his large form is back to filling my space. His mouth finds mine but only for a moment, then it’s kissing and nibbling down my neck, across my shoulders, and then they stop. Atlas slides my bra strap down so it drapes off my shoulder and continues covering my body with his lips. He wraps one arm around me, expertly unhooking my bra. I feel my breasts pop free and then he’s picking me up and setting me on the reception desk. My eyes watch him hungrily as he maneuvers himself between my legs. Fuck, I’ve never wanted someone this bad. It’s absolutely maddening. Atlas catches my breasts, one in each hand. He palms them then runs his thumbs across my nipples, which pebble and harden beneath his touch. My head falls back as I moan.
My eyes are closed and I’m thoroughly enjoying the way Atlas is touching me until something cold and wet hits my nipple, making me shiver. I flutter my eyes open just before the sensation hits my other nipple and I see him dabbing whipped cream with his finger onto me. I’ve never been with a man that was into me enough that he wanted to eat food off my body. It’s turning me on and Atlas doesn’t make me feel ashamed for enjoying it.
When his tongue drags across my nipple, and his mouth sucks my small mound of skin and nerves in, I hiss in surprise. His mouth is so much hotter than I expected it to be. He swirls his tongue around my first nipple, then repeats it with the other. By the time he’s finished, I’m panting and tugging on the belt loops of his jeans.
He swats my hands away. “Be a good girl and be patient. I’m not done with you yet. Can you do that for me, Isadora?”
“Mmmmm,” is all I can manage to say as he drags his fingers across my soaking wet panties.
“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked.” Atlas moans, running his fingers over me a second time.
I shudder as pleasure pulses through my body. I know I’m soaked. I’ve been soaked. The need to be filled clouds my thoughts until all I can think about is how good I bet he feels inside me. I reach for him again, lower this time, and he doesn’t stop me. My hand lands against his hard bulge and I smirk. He’s fucking packing. I’m supposed to be patient, but it’s so hard to stop myself from stroking over his bulge until he’s pumping into my grip. He moans and then he drops to his knees, pulling my panties to the side.
“I’m going to eat that sweet little pussy of yours, Isadora, and you’re going to be a good girl and come in my mouth. Do you understand?” He asks.
I nod my head.
“I can’t hear you, Isadora. Use your words.” Atlas rasps, his warm breath teasing my aching pussy.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what? Beg for it. I want to hear you ask me to make you come.” He doesn’t wait for an answer.
His tongue glides across my swollen clit and I give him exactly what he wants as my body trembles with pleasure. “Please, Atlas, lick my pussy until I come,” I shudder from the intensity. “Lick me until I beg you to stop.”
“Mmmmmm,” he groans into my pussy, sucking my clit between his lips with a slight touch of pressure that has my toes curling. His tongue flicks over my sensitive nerves as I come completely undone on him. I can feel that hot liquid leaking from my body and landing on his tongue. The moment he gets a taste of my cum, he devours me. Sucking, licking, even slapping his tongue inside of me and allowing my walls to clamp down around it. When I finally come down from my orgasm, he gives my clit one last suck, then stands, pulls a condom from his wallet, and drops his pants.
“Are you on the pill?” He asks.
I nod.
“Mind if we’re still safe?”
I bite my lip and nod again. My eyes locked on the enormous bulge in his boxers. I’m practically salivating.
Atlas clears his throat and I tear my eyes away from his dick to look at him. “Use your words, Isadora. Say you want me inside of you,” he rasps.
I’m so turned on my words come out a whisper.
“What’s that, Isadora? I can’t hear you. Louder, darling.” He demands.
”Please, Atlas. I want you inside of me.” I beg.
It feels like it takes forever for him to pull himself out of his boxers, but when he does, I’m pleasantly surprised by his size. I gulp, unsure if I’m going to be able to take him. “Don’t worry, Isadora,” he says reassuringly while giving himself a few hard strokes, “it will fit.”
I say nothing. I’m far too focused on watching him roll the condom down his length as he gives himself a few strokes. Atlas lines himself up with my entrance, his tip hot against my throbbing pussy. As he slowly guides himself inside, his mouth finds mine, and then our tongues become inseparable. His dick is stretching my pussy to accommodate his size and I let out a groan, loving the way he fills me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he says in my ear, breaking our kiss to catch his breath as he finally slips the last bit of his length inside of me. He’s buried to the hilt. I can feel his cock throbbing to his heartbeat as my walls clench around him, trying to milk his dick dry.
“You’re so good at filling me,” I reply, before I can think about what I’m saying.
“Oh yeah, do you like that big dick, Isadora?” He asks. “Do you want me to pound that tight little pussy until it comes all over me? Is that what you need?” He rasps.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please, Atlas. Pound my pussy until I come.”
“Mmmm. I love it when you beg,” he says before pulling out, only to slam back into me.
He repeats the action rhythmically, setting a slow pace but he picks up speed and momentum, the wetter I get. I can feel my orgasm cresting. I’m going to explode all over him.
“I’m going to come,” I confess.
“Good. So am I,” Atlas replies, grabbing a fistful of hair, slamming his lips on mine, and thrusting until I come. I’m squirting all over him as he throbs and constricts inside of me.
I scream out in pleasure as he fucks me through my orgasm and then when my legs start shaking and I come a second time, he pulls out. Leaving me empty and craving him again.
Atlas kisses my forehead. “How was it?”
“Amazing,” I gasp. “Let’s do that again.”
“I’ll do that for you as many times as you let me. What do you say we clean up and take Clarice back to my place first? I’ll give you a shower and cook my girls some breakfast.”
Breakfast? I think, confused before checking the time. Two AM. It’s Christmas. I smile. “Sure, I can go for that,” I reply.
He smiles. “Hey, Isadora?”
“Hmmm,” I say.
“Merry Christmas.”