Atticus Underwear Novels & Stories

As if to prevent Atticus from changing his mind, the manager swept the two boxes off the table and hurriedly handed them over to the attendant so she could package them properly. Atticus made the payment and we were on our way home. I also got a dinner gown that had an off-shoulder to give room for the jewellery. “Where do I even wear this to?” I asked Atticus as we sat at the back of the car on our way home.

I spit it into the sink, watching the blue swirl go down the drain before rinsing my mouth with a quick sip of water. It's not ideal but it'll do. Atticus's shirt waits on the counter where I left it. I pull it over my head, and the soft cotton falls over me, swallowing me whole. The hem brushes my thighs. It smells like him, leather and smoke, and it's so much more than any of my own nightshirts. I reach for my underwear, but the dampness between my fingers makes me pause. Yeah... that's definitely not sweat and there's no way in hell those are going back on.

Atticus fucked her hard as she moaned and screamed his name. "Atticus wait" Sheila pleaded but Atticus didn't stop he instead positioned her doggy style. "I'm the only one in charge here baby....no one is allowed to touch you or fuck you understood" Atticus said while chocking her a bit enough to make her breath as he kissed her neck. " You sound good....I wanna do this everyday.....cum with me baby.....I wanna see your slutty face as you cum" Sheila suddenly cum and squirt as Atticus follows. "Fuck .....Fuck....fuck..... you are amazing Sheila.....I love you for that .....ugh"

There's a girl in the picture as well who's most likely his sister, but she's much younger. My fingers skim the bottom of the frame, eventually gliding up to Atticus as I admire his dark gray suit and the elegantly wrapped tie framing his folded collar. It's very clear they had wealth because they're all dressed beautifully. I'm pretty sure I could stare at them for the rest of my life, taking in every minute detail. I practically have to rip my eyes away because I'm suddenly pulled toward the staircase. As I turn around and make my way to the banister, I notice the artwork in the carpentry. It's as if I'm on a guided tour of how spectacular this house used to be.

I was a rogue, someone who was supposed to take the hits, but why had I been so unjustly wronged? Mara is a rogue too, yet nobody despises her. With these thoughts swirling in my mind, I eventually drifted off to sleep. I was roused by the faint chirping of birds combined with the sound of a running shower. The night had been so peacefully restful after a long time that I didn't want to stir. I was still in bed, stretching, when the bathroom door swung open, and Atticus emerged, clad in a black dress shirt and black pants. His hair was still damp, with only a few strands clinging to his forehead. No one would ever guess that this handsome man concealed such an ugly beast within.

That man really considers every possibilities, huh. Or maybe he purposely built this for an emergency involving his women. The helpers finally left me alone, of course as they should. At least, give me some privacy this time. Sighing, i walked in front of the mirror holding the dress and sandals i chose to wear. "This will do," whispering as i admired the above the knee purple puffy dress that hugs the right edges of my body. I was on my time braiding my hair when the door opened and Atticus's large frame occupied the small room. He walked near me, i didn't move an inch and just continued doing my hair.

She unzipped the plastic bag and pulled out her dress to check for any possible creases. Cassie waited for her to acknowledge the dog but Bethany’s full attention was on the dress. Satisfied that her dress was fine, Bethany slid her shades off her head and unknotted the satin scarf around her neck. Then she began to take off her underwear. “It’s always better to wear silk without underwear.” She stated. “See something you like?” She asked, and she slipped off her bra. Then she jiggled her breast seductively at Cassie and laughed drunkenly.

he added and I pouted playfully. Soon, we were all set up, a larger tent in the center of the valley, clearly meant for us, while smaller ones at the outskirts for the guards, providing just enough distance to give us privacy but still security. Inside the tent, Atticus was soon on a phone call with Kai, giving him updates on our detour and the storm. I could hear him from the makeshift changing room. I slipped into a black lace lingerie that hugged my curves in all the right places, sheer enough to leave little to the imagination. I adjusted the straps on my shoulders, my heart racing at the thought of his reaction.