Gratify

by Katelyn Taylor

“I’ve got you, Nevaeh,” I whisper into her ear. “I’ve got you.”

“I’m sorry, Nevaeh. I’m sorry that my son treated you with such little respect. I’m sorry that he humiliated you, that he no doubt made you question your own self-worth in that moment and maybe after as well.”

“But know this,” he continues. “It was him, not you. He was the problem, not you. He is the fuck up in this, not you. You are a smart, kind, driven, beautiful woman and any man would be lucky just to have the honor to call you his. My son wasted his chance with you, and I can promise he will regret it for the rest of his life.”

“Gratify. Fourteen points,” she says, the room suddenly heavy with tension.

The hand not cradling my neck like my new favorite necklace reaches down and cups my ass, dragging me against him where my pussy grinds against his rock-hard cock. We both let out simultaneous moans into each other’s mouths at the contact. My body lights up at his touch as his grip on my ass tightens while he uses me against him, rubbing and grinding us together as if he can’t get close enough.

“You will never wear another man’s clothes again, is that understood?”

“I can’t even smell your sweet perfume. All I smell is him. It’s driving me fucking mad.”

“I’m trying so fucking hard. I’m trying to be a good man, a good father, a good friend, a good godfather,” Atlas strains, his resolve visibly weakening by the second. “Stop trying,” I breathe softly, watching as his eyes flick over my face rapidly.

“Where are you taking us?” “To bed,” he rasps. “I’ve tried to be strong, to do the right thing, but I’m fucking done.”

“You better hold on tight, Little Nevaeh. I’m about to fuck this obsession right out of the both of us.” “Please,” I beg.

“Let me make something perfectly clear. You’re never going to talk about you and my son again. As far as I’m concerned, you were never with anyone before me,” he says as he yanks my dress up to rest just under my breasts.

“When we are behind this closed door, Nevaeh, you are mine. I’ll do whatever I want to this beautiful body, understand?”

“Words, babygirl. I need to hear those pretty pouty lips tell me what I want to hear.”

“Goddammit! Your cunt is so fucking tight. I can hardly move,” Atlas barks as his body stills for a moment.

“No, Nevaeh. You’re perfect. Too fucking perfect,” his rough voice strains.

“I’m the farthest thing from perfect, Nevaeh. If I was, I wouldn’t be buried inside my goddaughter’s cunt. I’m gonna burn for this but there is no going back, so we might as well enjoy it.”

“That’s it, babygirl. Come on my cock. You’re so fucking beautiful,” Atlas praises as he coaches me through my orgasm.

“Come ride my cock, Nevaeh. Show me what else this sweet cunt can do.”

“Such a good fucking girl,” he moans.

“So come, Nevaeh. Let me see how gorgeous you are as you fall apart on top of me.”

“Ahead of me? Babygirl, if you don’t walk out of here with at least three orgasms to my one, then I didn’t do my job right.”

“Your pleasure gives me pleasure, Nevaeh. Watching you fall apart is the sweetest sight I’ve ever been gifted. I want to see it again and again and again,” he rasps, pulling me down onto him with each word.

My pulse was thrumming, my anger burning and vision practically blurring with the rage. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to rip his hands from her flawless skin and beat the shit out of him.

When my lips crushed against hers an overwhelming need filled me. It was like air had been breathed into my lungs for the first time in I don’t know how long. Like my fingertips had slipped just above water desperate for help and she pulled me to the surface.

She did something to me that I didn’t even think was possible. It was like she breathed life back into me. When I watched her fall apart in my arms, I knew right then and there that she would be my undoing if I let her.

Instead of fixing the mess I’ve suddenly found myself in, all I want to do is spend the day in bed ruining her for all men,

“Or the part where you fucked me so hard I saw stars as you filled me to the brim with your cum?”

“Now. Believe me when I say I do not have the control or patience for your attitude Andromeda Nevaeh. Now get on your hands and knees and fucking crawl to me.”

“Crawl,” he demands again, a lot less anger in his voice this time and far more heat.

“Put your hair up like a good girl and open your mouth.”

“Take it out.”

“I’m going to hell,” he mutters under his breath before he pulls my face forward, forcing his cock into my mouth and down my throat until he bottoms out.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that. Such a good girl. Sucking my cock like you were made for it.”

A rush of exhilaration runs through me, at the power I feel. I may be the one on my knees right now but make no mistake, Atlas Kane is at my mercy.

He barks out a rough, “Fuck,” before I feel his cum run down my throat.

“Good girls don’t waste a drop.”

“Don’t ever speak about my son or any other man on his knees for you ever again. You. Are. Fucking. Mine!”

“No need to threaten me. I’m happy to fill my sweet girl up. Is that what you need, Nevaeh? Need to get stuffed full of my cock?”

“Don’t you know that I’m the only one that can give you pleasure? When I’m done with you, even your own touch won’t be enough. Catch your breath, Nevaeh. I’m about to fucking ruin this pussy.”

“Right answer, babygirl,” he says as his hand slaps against my clit, hard enough to send my pussy spasming against his cock as my orgasm tears through me.

“It’s okay,” he says softly. “I’ve treated you terribly. I don’t expect you to blindly trust me. I’m going to earn it, I promise.”

“You drive me fucking crazy, Neveah. You’re mine, all fucking mine.”

“Words, babygirl. Tell me you’re mine.”

“Thinking about another man just breathing the same air as you makes me murderous. If another man touched you, I would slaughter him and fuck you in his blood.”

“Fuck, yes. That’s my good girl. Pop that pretty little cunt out for me. You’re just a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, you’re needy for your godfather’s cock. Can’t get enough, can you babygirl?”

“You’re so fucking perfect, Nevaeh. Too perfect.”

It’s official. I’ve lost my goddamn mind, and I don’t even want it back. It’s been two weeks since Andromeda and I have been together, officially so. And every moment has felt like everything I never imagined I could have.

“Atlas,” she moans, my name on her lips sounding sweeter than any song as she arches into my hold.

“You like that, babygirl?” I rasp as I begin pinching and twisting her nipple. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as her eyes close and she nods frantically. “Eyes on me, Neveah. Let me see those pretty greens.”