I slowly grab the bottom of Atticus’ shirt and I pull it over his head as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me as close to him as possible.
He managed to pull his shorts down without standing up and he pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him while he was still sitting on the edge of his bed.
He managed to grab his erect c**k and find my entrance, lowering me on it slowly.
“Holy fuck.” Atticus groaned.
“Atticus.” i said.
“Yeah.” He said.
“I want you to f**k me.” i said.
Atticus had always been really gentle with me, but I wanted to know what it felt like for him to f**k me instead of making love to me.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Yeah. I’m not scared of you.” I said.
“You’ve never seen me f**k anyone. I’ve always been gentle with you.” He said.
“I know. Which i
