Page 34 of Takeover
But then he moved to my neck and then my chest.He paused at my breast, and his tongue flicked out, licking at the peak, circling it before sucking it gently.
"Atticus," I murmured, my head falling back, my eyes drifting closed as he moved, his hand tightening on my ass.
"Atticus," I said, this time trying to shove him away, but he didn't move.He just kept rolling that big cock over my pussy.
He made a small noise of protest, his hips rolling slightly, stroking deeper with his cock.
I froze.
He was still asleep.Definitely still asleep.I shifted a little, trying to get away from him, stifling a gasp of alarm as his cock found a new and more exciting way to rub against my clit.
I closed my eyes, trying to hold myself still.
"Please wake up," I whispered, my eyes flying open to see if he was awake.He was going to regret this.
And this wasn't good for me.But considering everything I'd been through, it wasn't fear tearing through my veins.I was… excited.And horny, and needy.This was so bad.
I lifted my head, trying to shake him a little.He had to be awake.His brow furrowed slightly, but his lips were slack.
He wasn't awake.He was still asleep, and he was thrusting against me, fucking my clit and enjoying it.
I sucked in a sharp breath, my arms coming up to press on his chest.
His grunt of protest had me gasping.Oh my God.
"Oh, God, God, God…" I whispered.When I started to come, I bit back a groan, struggling to stay quiet as I arched my back and ground my clit against the ridge of his cock just as a gush of his semen soaked my panties.
His hands tightened around me as he made me come."Yes, Gwen.Fuck… So beautiful.”
Our breath came out in ragged pants, filling the silence.
And then the sound of our breathing was replaced by his snoring.
Son of a bitch was still asleep.
Chapter13
Atticus
I wokeup with aching bones.Fucking hell.I'd had the world's most fucking vivid dream.All night, I’d been surrounded by the smell of lemons and cream.
Automatically, I reach for Gwen, only to find her side of the bed empty and cool.Cranking open an eye, I searched for her, but she was gone.
The vivid dreams I'd had last night featuring her came back in a fiery jolt of need and pulsing electricity.It had felt so real.As if I'd had her ass in my hands, and she was riding my dick.
"Gwen?Where are you?"
I heard something out in the living room, and I forced myself to sit up then glowered at my now rock-hard cock that was working hard at trying to escape the confines of my pajama bottoms."Down boy, she's not here.There's nothing we can do about it."
He didn't seem to care.
It had been hard to fall asleep at first, but then so easy.Once she settled in a little and stopped moving around, it was the best night's sleep I'd had in a year.Maybe more.
And then came those dreams.The ones where she was begging for me.I imagined I could hear her whispered, breathy, 'Atticus.'
My cock bobbed, and I growled."I said, fucking down."
I threw the rest of the covers off and climbed out of bed.When I heard one of the timers in the kitchen, I checked the clock.It wasn’t even six yet.What the hell was she doing in there?
