65*

~Darlina's POV~

I angrily chewed on my burger after it arrived, sitting on the opposite end of the couch that Atlas was on, which he seemed to find amusing because he snorted when he noticed. He chuckled as he ate his own burger, managing to finish his off much faster than I did.

After I finished eating my burger, I huffed as I threw my trash away, leaving Atlas in the living room to head to my bedroom by myself. I heard the sound of his footsteps trailing after me, heavy steps following me down the hallway. I tried to close the door on him but he placed a hand on the door and easily pushed it back open, raising an eyebrow at me challengingly due to my sass.

"Are you throwin' a fit right now, Darlina?" He asked with amusement, stepping into my bedroom. I crossed my arms over my chest and turned around, deciding to give him the silent treatment. Really, though, that in and of itself was an answer.

He grabbed me around the waist before I could get far and I yelped as I was thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, my head spinning from the sudden action. "A-Atlas, put me down!" I exclaimed, and my wish was granted when he gently threw me onto my bed, climbing atop me before I could even adjust to my new position. I flushed, placing my hands on his bare shoulders as his necklace dangled above me, his dark eyes searching mine.

My eyes were wide as I stared up at him, noting the lingering of his gaze on my lips. "What's the matter, hm?" He hummed with a cock of his eyebrow, flicking his eyes up to mine again. "You don't want me to touch you anymore?" He wondered, grazing his pelvis against mine as he slotted his hips between my parted thighs. I shifted beneath him, turning my cheek towards him as I slightly dug my nails into his chest.

"No." I lied, but my voice shook as he pressed his hips to mine. He pretended not to notice the contact, his arms flexing with the strength it took to hold himself above me. "No?" He echoed, lips tugging into a slight smile. A little afraid that he might try to leave just for the sake of teasing me, I clenched my thighs against his hips so he wouldn't leave, still refusing to look him in the eye. "You sure about that?" He hummed, circling his hips slowly against mine.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as I felt the friction between our bodies and I exhaled shakily, a heat creeping up my neck. My eyes fluttered shut involuntarily and I slightly lifted my hips, meeting his motions. "Y-Yes." I stammered, my voice not rising above a whisper.

His hips rolled harder against mine, a heat forming between my thighs as I felt the bulge beneath his sweatpants press against the thin fabric over my core. I bit my lip and my chest began to heave as I tried to hide my arousal, but I felt myself growing wetter the longer he rocked himself against me, growing harder with each grind of his hips. A low groan rumbled through his chest and I spread my thighs a bit wider absentmindedly, soft pants leaving my lips. "Oh, my god." I whispered, lulling my head back when I felt his lips brush against my jawline.

The slow yet deep grind of his hips came to a stop and I whimpered at the loss of friction, all the arousal making a pulsing need thrum between my legs. His teeth nipped at my earlobe and I pulled him closer, curling my leg around his hip. "Since you're so sure you don't want it, I should stop." He murmured into my ear, causing me to dig my nails into his arms. I shifted against him in an attempt to please myself, but it wasn't the same. "Shouldn't I?" He proposed softly. At first I didn't respond, until he went to lift himself away.

I pulled him into me again, moaning as his erection pressed firmer against my needy core. "I-I don't want you to touch me." I admitted, peering up at him. "I want you to fuck me."

Atlas froze above me as if unsure he'd heard me right, looking at me with an incredulous expression on his face. His eyes trailed to my lips and he clenched his jaw before swallowing thickly. "Are you sure?" He asked with uncertainty, and I nodded my head, brushing my fingers down the front of his chest. "Yes." I affirmed breathlessly, still attempting to roll my hips up against his.

He rose from me and I watched him fumble around in my nightstand, unsure what he was looking for. Then, he pulled out a little packet and I just stared at it, furrowing my eyebrows. "What's that?" I asked, causing his lips to twitch up in amusement. "It's a condom, Lina. I left some in your nightstand and mine, in case." He chuckled. "I'm not exactly tryin' to get you pregnant." He said playfully, catching me off guard when he lowered his sweatpants. I flushed as I looked down, squeezing my legs together nervously at the thought that he would be inside of me soon.

Ripping open the foil packet, I watched him wrap his hand around the thickness of his shaft as he rolled the protection on. His large frame hovered between my thighs after he crawled into bed again while I kicked off my slippers onto the floor, blushing as he unbuttoned my cardigan and threw it behind him on the foot of the bed.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as he grazed his fingers up my waist and leaned down to nip at my cleavage, the hardness of his cock heavy against my lower belly. I wasn't even fully naked yet, but I still felt anxious as his tattooed hands tugged at the spaghetti straps of my bodysuit, pulling the outfit down and off of me. He tossed it to the floor and I gasped as his long fingers pushed my underwear to the side, two of them circling my clit.

My hips jerked against his palm and he chuckled, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth while he pinched and rubbed at the sensitive bundle of nerves. I whined, grasping at his wrist as I clamped my thighs around his forearm and felt his fingers begin rubbing harsher in response. "Atlas!" I cried, the warmth of his tongue circling over my breasts only making my panties wetter as I writhed against his fingers. "I'm making you cum first." He muttered, switching over to my other nipple.

His fingers circled against my clit again and I felt my legs shake as I came so easily for him, my body still not used to being touched like this by anyone.

Chest heaving, I weakly lifted my hips when he gripped my panties and tugged them off, now leaving me naked before him. He spread my thighs the second I tried to squeeze them shut, grasping the underside of my knees and forcing my legs to fold up against my chest, baring the entirety of my core in a way that made my face burn. I peered up at him while he looked between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing between my folds. My fingers shook as he released one of my legs for a moment to wrap his hand around his shaft and smack his cock gently against my core, causing me to gasp.

Atlas grabbed the underside of my knee and forced my leg back into position again, his eyes flicking up to meet mine. "Are you ready?" He asked, the head of his shaft pressing against my entrance.

I was nervous but nodded my head, curling my fingers into my sheets when he thrust in, a pained noise slipping from my lips. My head fell back and Atlas stopped, letting out a muttered curse beneath his breath. "Fuck." He said huskily, barely audible to my ears.

He waited for a moment before he thrust in once more, and I bit harshly at my bottom lip as I tried to adjust to the new sensation. My walls clenched around him and he grunted, tightening his grip on the underside of my knees. I lifted my head to peer up at him, only to see his chest heaving as he stared down where our bodies connected, looking as though he was in pain. I grew slightly concerned. "Are you okay?" I asked softly, causing his eyes to flick up to mine. His hips pushed forward, thrusting more of his dick into me until he was finally pressed in up to the hilt, and I whimpered at the feeling.

"Sorry, Lina." He apologized gruffly. "I'm just trying not to hurt you." He muttered, slowly withdrawing before he thrust in again with a bit more ease than the first time. It was then I realized that he probably had just been trying to control himself. He hadn't been with anyone in the past four years, after all.

His thrusts remained slow as I adjusted, the feeling slowly growing far less painful. "You won't hurt me." I told him breathlessly. "So quit holding back. I know you want to." I said to him, and he clenched his jaw tightly while pulling out again. "I'm not going to be gentle if you say that to me, Darlina." He warned, but I just raised an eyebrow at him. "Who said I want you to be gentle?" I responded smartly.

With just the tip pressed inside me, he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip and adjust his position slightly to angle his hips differently. "Fine, then." He chuckled. "I'll fuck you like I want."

And without waiting for a response, he roughly sank back inside, drawing a surprised cry from my lips as his cock knocked into that g-spot he always aimed his fingers at. The breath was knocked from my lungs and I felt my legs shake as my walls clamped tightly around his shaft, his husky groan making my clit throb.

"O-Oh, my god." I whimpered as he withdrew and harshly pounded into me again, keeping a steady pace that made it hard for me to breathe. My head fell back at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, a lewd moan slipping from me at the clapping of his skin against mine. He forced my legs to fold further up against my chest, fucking me into my own bed with unending groans as his cock thrust within me, stretching me around his shaft. "Fuck, smalls." He hissed, surprising me when he released one leg to reach between my thighs, flicking his fingers over my clit.

A pleasured cry left me and my hips jerked against him, digging my head back into my pillows. "Atlas," I moaned, drawing a grunt from his lips as he grasped my leg and wrestled it back into place when I attempted to clamp my thighs shut. He was domineering, peering down between my thighs to watch the way his cock pounded into me. "God, you're wet as fuck." He muttered. I whined softly in response, thighs shaking within his grasp as he kept them forced apart and I heard the wet sounds of his cock with each deep, rough stroke.

It was a filthy sound, even more so when paired with his husky groans and the smacking of his skin against mine, yet somehow it made me wetter.

"Please d-don't stop." I gasped out, though it was plenty clear to me from the way he tugged me closer that he had no plans of stopping. My bed creaked beneath us from the force of his thrusts, though he clearly showed no care for the way the headboard began to gently thump against the wall. He just growled out his pleasure, waiting until I began writhing beneath him before he released my legs to lean over me, his tattooed hand encircling my throat.

I grasped at his wrist as I moaned, peeling my lids open to peer up at him when his other hand pressed into the mattress beside my head, his necklace dangling in the air above me as he thrusted into me deeply. "Keep fuckin' moaning for me, yeah? So goddamn pretty when you're getting fucked." He hummed, the filthy words causing my cheeks to burn.

"You're so dirty." I whispered, and he grunted, driving his cock into me relentlessly. My eyes rolled back and I felt his hand tighten slightly around my neck, not enough to hurt me but enough to let me know he was in charge. His breath fanned my cheeks and I moaned, wrapping my legs around him as my hands clutched to his broad shoulders. "And you fuckin' love that, don't you?" He chuckled tauntingly, the smacking of his skin against mine growing louder. "Cause you're mine, and you're just as dirty as I am."

My nails dug into his shoulders and I gasped as his cock thrusted deeper, the strokes of him inside me making my thighs shake with the pleasure. "Y-Yes." I choked out, able to feel myself growing close to my release already. It felt so soon, but it also felt much stronger than any of the other times.

I cried out, arching into his chest as he groaned into my ear. "Squeeze me tighter." He demanded in a growl, causing my core to squeeze around him in a vice-like grip. I was coming soon and I knew it, and he did too because he shifted, aiming his thrusts towards my g-spot once again. It barely took anything before I came with a moan, trembling beneath his broad frame as he continued to pump into me with shorter thrusts. He crashed his lips against mine and groaned into my mouth as he suddenly came after I did, continuing to move with slower grinds of his hips against mine.

Atlas panted as he pulled away and I felt my legs tremble while he peeled the condom off, tying it before tossing it into the mini trash-can near my bed. He curled his arm around my waist and laid beside me, pulling me into his chest with a groan. The both of us took a moment to catch our breath, my head pressed against his chest as I tried to come down. "Did I hurt you?" He asked, to which I immediately shook my head. "No." I whispered, a satisfied smile pulling at my lips. "But it's hot and I'm sleepy."

He chuckled, brushing his fingers through my hair. "How 'bout we shower before bed then, hm?"