Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
“No. You will have air when I grant it to you.” I love the way she clamps her throat around me. “This is the deal you made with me, and I will make you see it through.” I plow into her, burying myself to the hilt. “And I want to use your throat like my own personal pocket pussy.”
CHAPTER 42
Aspen
Only when my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head does he pull out briefly, and I suck in the air like an addict coming back to life after facing purgatory.
He grips a handful of my hair and turns my face to show Grey the mess. “Doesn’t she look pretty surrendering her throat to me?” He dips two fingers into my mouth, past my uvula, and as I gag, my clit begins to throb.
Why? Why? Why do I like this?
“You enjoy this, Freckles. Admit it.”
“Fuck,” I murmur when he pulls out again, and he gently slaps my cheek for good measure. “You’re a fiery little girl, and I know just how to tame those.”
He pulls me back to his hard-on and thrusts inside again, his piercings scraping my throat as he has his way with me, and I’m so wet and needy that I’m nearly ready to beg for a second orgasm.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
He uses my throat like it belongs to him, and when he dips in deep, he holds the vibrator straight up to my throat where he’s taken over. I can feel him, inside me, everywhere. I can’t escape it, no matter what I do. No matter how hard I try to tell myself that I’m not delirious for more.
“I’m gonna destroy this throat and fill it to the brim, and you’re going to swallow it all like a good little slut right in front of your boyfriend. Because you like being used as a fuck toy, don’t you, Freckles?”
He thrusts and thrusts, allowing barely any time for me to breathe, before he buries himself inside to the hilt, the vibrations making his dick throb inside me.
And then it happens.
A grunt and a spurt of warm seed jets out, directly into my esophagus.
I can’t even swallow because he’s right there, lodged deep inside, forcing his cum down into my stomach until the very last drop.
“Fuck, that’s it. Keep my cum right there where it belongs.”
He drags out his length, and I rasp and choke on the remaining saliva and cum, swallowing it all down as I drop to my knees.
“Good girl.”
He waltzes off to grab something, but I’m far too focused on trying to keep myself sane.
Because my boyfriend is still tied to the bed, and I have to make sure we survive this.
Whatever it is.
Something nasty.
Something so vulgar I can’t even put it into words because I’m ashamed to admit that every word would still make my pussy throb just from the memory alone.
When Apollo returns, I gaze up, my eyes widening at the sight of the multiple restraints in his hands.
He pushes me over with ease and crawls on top of me. “You thought I was finished?” The maddening glint in his eyes makes me want to beg. “This was just fucking foreplay.”
“Foreplay?!” I squawk as he pushes my legs up to my waist and keeps my knees in place as he pulls my arms down. He wraps the restraints around my thighs and calves, then locks my wrists in place.
I’ve turned into a living spit-roast. Locked in place, pussy spread, opened wide for everyone to look at.
“What are you going to do?” I mutter.
He grins. “Impale you while he watches.”
My eyes widen. “How?”
“You think I lift weights for fun? No, babe, I trained specifically for this moment when I get to lift my favorite girl so I can fuck her raw while she’s all tied up and unable to resist.”
Oh fuck, that’s hot, even when he’s insufferable as hell.
Even when he just called me babe, just like Ghost called me baby.
I can’t even think straight as Apollo grabs me by the waist and lifts me from the floor with his bare hands and holds me in front of him like a plaything. A fuck toy. Just like he said. And I swallow away the lump in my throat for what’s about to come. Inside me.
“Oh God,” I blurt out.
Apollo licks his lips. “I wasn’t named after one for no reason.” An arrogant smirk forms on his face. “So go ahead… pray to me.”
And then he impales me, and my vision momentarily disappears as swiftly as my morals.
Grey
When he buries himself inside her, I can see the light disappearing from her eyes. Just like that.
My girl. Taken by someone else right in front of me.
Pleasured by the ungodly cock of Apollo Torres.
Taken like a fuck doll.
Used without me.
And I have never, ever seen anything more breathtakingly arousing.