Chapter 32 #2
The matching bralette is still hiding my tits from him and I almost wish it was on the ground with the rest of our clothes. I want to see how his face would react to getting a more detailed look at me. Would he like what he sees?
I drag my teeth over my bottom lip. “I didn’t even think you’d show up.” It’s only half a lie. I did wear a nice set in case he came, but I had my doubts that he would.
The air cracks between us, the lust so evident that I can practically taste it. “My little pessimist,” he tsks. “No faith in me…that will need to change when we wed.”
“If we wed,” I correct, taking in a shuddering breath.
“I can’t wait for the change in your tune once I have your cum all over my tongue.”
“Proving you can get me off with your mouth doesn’t seem like that big of a feat. I think anyone could do that with how long it’s been for me.”
Apollo laughs humorlessly. “Worried I’m going to pass your trial too quickly, are you? Don’t worry, love. First one’s free, just like our kiss, hmm? I wouldn’t want my future wife to think I can only please her with oral stimulation.”
My already pink cheeks burn brighter. “If you say so.”
“You talk a lot of shit for a woman who’s already soaked for me.
You should see how fucking drenched your little thong is, Rayna.
” His fingers glide just along the edge of my panties, tracing the sensitive skin before hooking around the wet lace.
Tugging the fabric roughly to one side, he leans forward, giving my pussy a kiss.
I bite the inside of my cheek, choking down a whimper.
The next thing I know, he’s pulling the panties off me entirely, tossing them aside and lifting my legs.
My knees bend and he plants my feet on the end of the mattress, widening my thighs and fully exposing me to him.
Propping up on my elbows, I swallow hard, looking down at him while he feasts his eyes on my most intimate place.
Chills race up my neck as Apollo breathes, his lips hovering above the lowest bit of my stomach. My thighs tremble as he eyes me from below, his gaze searing hot as his lips part.
I swallow a whine, refusing to let him pull wanton noises out of me before he’s even touched my center. I can’t help that he’s impossibly tempting like this, all I can do is brace myself for his next move.
Roughly dragging his flattened tongue up the length of my slit, all thoughts of remaining calm melt away.
A gasp followed by a deep moan bursts out of me as my back arches, pleasure hitting me like a shockwave.
My toes dig into the soft mattress, and my fingers fall suit, gripping the sheets tightly.
“Fuck,” I whisper, breathing hard.
Apollo groans against my flesh, as if agreeing with me. He doesn’t savor the process and take his time, he devours me with greedy licks and vigorous movement. He doesn’t just focus his attention on my clit, he hits spots of sensitive skin all over. Spots I don’t think even I’ve touched in years.
“God,” I breathe, head tipping back. “God, right there…”
A short, sharp sting hits my inner thigh and I gasp. Sitting up slightly to look at him, his hand is sitting right where he apparently slapped me.
“Don’t direct me.” He gives me a reprimanding look and nips at my clit. I flinch at the piercing impact. “I know right where. I know exactly how to make you squirm and how to make this drenched little cunt weep for me.”
I don’t have time to comment on his cocky comment before he twirls his tongue in a way that makes my heart race.
I moan embarrassingly loud and allow my knees to fall further open. Apollo takes the action as an invitation to take this up a notch, pushing two thick fingers inside me. He thrusts deep, pressing in and out before curling his digits up.
The added pressure inside of me coupled with his skilled tongue has my eyes fluttering shut.
I’m going to lose this bet, and he hasn’t even put his cock in me yet.
I know he said that oral isn’t the test, but if he can work his mouth like this, lord knows what he can do with that monster in his pants.
Like he’s reading my mind, I feel Apollo’s lips spread into a grin while he continues to eat me out. He uses his tongue like a goddamn weapon to assault my tender bundle of nerves over and over.
Adding a third finger, he thrusts harder and twists, working my pussy to stretch me open. He’s not just eating me out to make me come, he’s doing it to get me ready to take him.
Moaning louder only spurs him on. Every twitch and wiggle my body gives makes his smile spread. For once his cocky demeanor doesn’t grate on my nerves, it turns me on.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I whimper, fingers greedily reaching out to thread into his thick head of hair. My hips rock up, chasing the building pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Apollo grips my thighs, roughly pushing them down into the mattress. He holds me in place, relentlessly circling my clit with his tongue while fingering me hard and fast. The wet sounds of my arousal combine with my gasping moans and it all becomes too much.
I combust, bursting at the seams.
The pleasure swallows me whole, consuming me while Apollo works me through every crashing wave.
I’m panting by the time he stops licking, watching with dazed eyes as he stands up.
He walks away from the bed without a word, and I almost think he’s leaving me like this when I realize he’s grabbing his pants from the floor.
He pulls a gold packet from his pocket, dropping the slacks once more. If I wasn’t so high on my first orgasm, I might be nervous. Hormones overthrow any sort of reluctant animosity I tried to maintain before, and all I want is for Apollo to give me another earth shattering climax.
“Take your bra off, or I’ll rip it off,” he instructs on a growl.
I act quickly, pulling the lace cloth over my head without argument. My breasts bounce as I drop my head back onto the bed, nipples growing stiff in the open air. I can feel that my hair is a mess of waves, sprawling all over, but I’m too turned on to care.
“Perfect,” he comments, his cold blue eyes soaking up the view.
I blush, but refuse to melt for a singular bit of praise. “Glad you approve.”
“Top marks,” he drawls, catching the hint of sarcasm in my tone. Like he’s as eager as I am to continue, he drops his boxers.
Oh fuck.
Of course he has a porn star dick. You don’t have the unmatched confidence of Apollo Moretti without the package to back it up. That’s why it’s called cock-iness.
Apollo’s dick may just be the most intimidating and tempting thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Long and thick, cut, with a slight curve…Jesus Christ. He has to be at least nine inches, and the girth is nothing to ignore. No wonder he warmed me up with three fingers.
“Top marks,” I whisper, almost chuckling to myself.
“Glad you approve,” he echoes my earlier sentiment.
No more time to waste, Apollo rips the foil packet with his teeth, making quick work of it before rolling the condom over his massive cock.
I’m buzzing with anticipation, wishing he’d move even faster.
I want to skip to the part where he’s balls deep inside of me, trial bet be damned.
He’s going to feel so good, and it’s been so long since I felt the kind of pleasure I know he plans to inflict.
Stepping between my legs, feet still on the floor, Apollo grabs underneath my knees and pulls, planting my ass at the very edge of the bed. He fists his thick length, leaning forward and slapping it twice against my clit.
I squirm helplessly, breathing hard. “Don’t take it easy on me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Then he’s nudging at my core.
Holding his cock in one veiny hand, he guides himself forward, lining up at my entrance.
He thrusts forward without warning, notching just further than the tip inside.
I gasp at the delicious stretch, eyes feasted on where our bodies have become joined.
Using the slick arousal of my pussy, he’s able to slide deeper easily.
“F-fuck,” I gasp, hands flying forward. One finds my thigh, holding on for stability while the other clasps around Apollo’s wrist. He’s holding my waist, using the placement for leverage to buck further into me. “Fuck, keep going…”
“You want it all?” He rolls his hips back and shoves them forward. “Yeah, yeah you do. Look at how accepting this little cunt is.”
Oh hell. My walls are already trembling, trying to adjust to his sheer size and power. It feels so good, the pinch of pain mixing with the carnal pleasure in the most intoxicating way.
His cock reaches a new depth, his balls tapping lightly against my ass.
Like he’s been waiting for that specific sensation to truly begin, Apollo moves.
He forgoes any sort of warm up, taking my recent words to heart.
There’s no taking it easy on me as he adopts a ruthless rhythm.
He thrusts in and out of me like a man starved for a hard fuck, all of my nerves lighting up as he moves.
“Godddd,” I whimper, eyes threatening to roll. My body welcomes him happily, accepting his punishing pace. Waves of satisfaction and delight roll through me with each new punishing thrust forward.
Apollo groans in return. “Fuck, you feel good.”
“You’re so big,” I whine, feeling like I might rip apart if he stretched me even a millimeter more.
“And you’re taking every fucking inch,” he returns appreciatively.
We bask in the shared pleasure for minutes, maybe tens of them. I don’t know how I avoid orgasming, but I can’t deny how fucking good this is. It’s amazing, and somehow, not enough.
I want more, and I don’t even know what that would look like. His pace is perfect, and I don’t want him to toy with my clit. I know I would burst in a second if he did, and I’m not ready for this to be over.
“It’s so good,” I whimper, unashamed to admit it. I’m too drunk on him to pretend he isn’t blowing my expectations out of the water. He’s making me eat my words, and I can’t even be upset about it.