His Passion

[Atticus’ POV]

I stare down at Tabitha as the pain on her face slowly begins to fade, and when a slow smile begins to form on her lips, I know that she isn’t going to stop me from doing what I want. Instead, she wraps her legs around me, trapping me in place.

“Do your worst,” she says seductively while moving her hips, so my dick moves in her. “I’m not afraid.”

“You should be,” I counter, grabbing her hip and squeezing so she stops. “I’m not a gentle person. I don’t make love; I fuck, and I don’t stop until my partner is unable to move.”

And that was only when I was playing with them. I didn’t know what I would do, given the fucking draw I felt toward her. Maybe I wouldn’t be able to stop. If that were the case, then I would most certainly hurt her, so some ground rules needed to be put in place.

“If it becomes too much, you must tap the bed,” I warn.

“I’ll be fine,” she counters, tempting me even more. “I’m not as weak as you think.”

“You must tap the bed,” I repeat.

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