Chapter 32 #3
I wiggle my hips down, trying to get even closer.
“There’s a good girl,” he groans in appreciation. “You like that?”
My eyes threaten to roll back. “F-fuck.”
We rock together even more, pleasure building and building. It feels like a dream, like a fantasy I’d imagine while touching myself. It’s never truly felt this good for me, nor this consuming. I always assumed my imagination would be the best thing I’d ever felt, but I was wrong.
“Hands and knees,” Apollo orders, suddenly pulling out.
My stomach swoops and I stumble to obey, flipping over without any grace or poise. I move to the center of the bed so he can fit behind me, wishing he would move faster. His knees dip into the mattress as he situates himself behind me, grabbing my hips to line us up.
The horniest, most primal parts of me decide that they’re done hiding.
I need him closer. All of him.
“Wait,” I whine, leaning forward before he can thrust back in.
I twist half of my body, looking over my shoulder and reaching back. My hand wraps around his slick length, tugging forward. Tightening my grip on the latex surrounding his cock, I drag the condom off, the rubber snapping softly as it leaves him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice rumbles and I shudder.
“You know what I’m doing,” I rasp, licking my lips. “I want it this way.”
“Is that how it is now?”
I dip my head in a nod. “Yeah, it is.”
Apollo seems to take my confidence as a challenge, fisting his cock and teasing me by dragging it through my wet center. “You know what happens if I knock you up this way? If I fill this hot little pussy up and you get pregnant, you’re mine. No arguments, no way out.”
“Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”
The words leave me before I’ve even comprehended them. I’ve all but dared Apollo to breed me on this first go, to shackle me to him so I can’t possibly turn down his proposal.
Shit. What is he doing to me?
Apollo nods with dark eyes, deciding he’s done his due diligence to warn me about potential consequences. Without another word, he grabs my hip and slams inside of me. The strength of this thrust knocks the wind out of me, and my head fucking spins.
Oh God, it feels even bigger this way.
Yessss, I hiss silently.
The condom being removed is exactly what I needed. It feels so right.
Apollo fucks me from behind without restraint, using his hold on my hips to pull me back into every stroke. Sweat beads on the back of my neck, causing stray hairs to stick to my hot skin. No one has ever handled me this way, a fact I’m sure he would love to boast about.
Unfiltered moans leave me, filling the air around us.
“There you go, Rayna.” He groans. “Look at you, allowing yourself to sit back and take me without argument. You’re doing so well, too, accepting every fucking inch.”
The unexpected praise sends a jolt of pleasure through me, the fiery feeling buzzing from head to toe. I arch back into him, chasing the tingly, floating feeling he provides. My hips start to move as much as I can muster, going along with his grip to rock back harder into his thrusts.
“Gesù Cristo, Rayna,” he grits out, pumping harder. “You like that? Hearing how fucking good you feel and how good you are for me, huh?”
“Uhhhh,” I cry out.
“So much sweeter to me when she’s full of cock, good to know.”
Oh God, oh God, oh Godddd.
I was already feeling entirely full, but his unrelenting pace is too much. Too good. I knew this trial fuck was going to be a success for him the moment I needed to pull the condom off and feel his cock raw, but I couldn’t have expected him to ruin me so thoroughly.
The idea of anyone else doing this to me is unfathomable, and I would never admit it, but revolting.
Apollo has me under some kind of spell, binding himself to me like his name is carved into my very bones.
The way he’s controlling every second of my pleasure so naturally, the intensity of every touch…
I’m never going to be able to forget it.
“Tell me,” he commands, hand cracking down on the curve of my ass.
“Fuck,” I hiss, relishing the swift bit of pain.
“Tell me, Rayna. Or I’ll stop.” He leans forward, lips brushing against my neck before his teeth nip the side of my throat. “Say it.”
“I like it,” I admit on a whimper. “Don’t stop. It’s good. So fucking good.”
“Yeah? You like it rough and raw, baby?”
“God, yes.” I never want to see another condom again. He felt good with the barrier between us, but nothing compares to the way we feel locked together, skin to skin. “D-do you? Like it?”
Apollo exhales hard, breathing up my neck and pressing his lips against the shell of my ear. “You have no fucking idea.”
Shifting back into his previous stance, his hips wind back, pulling his cock nearly all the way out. He surges forward, pelvis slapping against my skin as he drives deep. We share a ragged groan, the strength of his thrust forcing my toes to curl.
After a final breath, Apollo begins to fuck me like our lives depend on it.
There’s no more holding back, no more taunting words or slowed strokes.
Desperate, filthy sounds fill the air and surround me with a cloud of intoxicating arousal.
I lose myself in the haze, my insides turning to goo with every passing moment.
Pleasure piles up, coursing through my veins like a passionate fire that can’t be extinguished.
Fists clenching into my pillow, the building of an orgasm comes to an abrupt peak.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “Seal your fate and fucking come for me.” He snakes a hand around my hip, fingers diving through my slick folds until he finds my overly sensitive clit. He doesn’t even need to rub it once before I’m screaming into the mattress to muffle the sound.
My pussy flutters, clenching around him hard.
Apollo fucks me through the height of the orgasm, never changing his pace.
Everything is so perfect, and I couldn’t deny it if I tried.
The way he stretches me, the feeling of his cock being squeezed inside of my constricting walls is fucking heaven.
Apollo doesn’t slow as my climax begins to subside either.
No, he slams into me vigorously over and over, his fingers holding my hips with a bruising grip.
“Fuck,” he exhales sharply. The deep, dark curse on his lips sends a delicious shiver down my spine. “Fuuuuck, Rayna.”
With a final rough groan, Apollo buries his cock as far as he can push.
I feel him swell up, his fingers digging into my soft hips before he bursts.
His thrusts stutter, short and shallow as his climax sweeps through him with a raging force.
Warmth floods inside of me, sending a shockwave of pleasure between my legs.
His breaths come out shaky and erratic, heaving out of him until the last drop of cum leaves him.
He slumps forward, slowly guiding me down into the mattress.
My knees slip out from under me, and I moan, pleased to get off of them.
My breasts press into the silky sheets, nipples still sensitive from echoes of pleasure.
Cool lips meet the side of my neck, and the weight of a warm, manly body feels utterly calming against my back.
It’s not a cuddle, but it feels safe and comforting all the same.
Apollo’s racing heartbeat hammers against my spine, going faster than even mine. The ability to think cohesive thoughts leaves me, and I’m officially lost in him. I’m so surrounded by him, his large body encasing my tired frame while his masculine scent invades my senses and consumes me entirely.
He clings to me for only a few more moments before rolling off, his cock slipping out of me in the process.
I feel boneless, and too wrung out to move.
Still, without his weight laying on top of me, my body doesn’t feel the need to remain tense to hold him up.
My hips slacken instinctively, and I sink deeper into bed, allowing myself to relax.
“Okay,” I pant, eyes fluttering shut. “I’ll marry you.”
Apollo pats the back of my thigh, sitting up in bed. “That was decided the moment you pulled the condom off my cock and demanded I fill you with cum, micina.”
“I didn’t say the words,” I argue breathlessly.
“You didn’t need to.”