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)
“How does it feel?” I mutter as unhinged thoughts fill my mind.
“He’s huge!” she mewls.
“Makes me want to kiss you,” I murmur. “But I can’t.”
“No, all you get to do is watch like a simp while I claim this pussy as mine.”
Gripping her love handles, he plows into her without holding back, like a stallion mounting my girl, and I am fucking obsessed. My cock bursts at the seams with excitement, but the restraints hold me back from even touching myself, from relieving all this built-up tension ready to explode.
She moans when he thrusts deeper, and I whimper from her sounds. “Please …”
She mewls with every deep thrust, every orgasmic wave as they ripple through her over and over until she moans loudly and begins to quake.
“Fuck, I can feel you falling apart on my cock,” Apollo groans. “You filthy little slut, I didn’t give you permission. Next time, you beg.” His eyes find mine, and I gulp. “Both of you.”
My dick bobs up and down when he turns around sideways, still holding her solely by her waist as though she’s as easy to lift as a dumbbell, and I realize I’m no fucking match.
He’s got her in a vise grip, and he has me right where he wants me, needy, willing to beg.
“Please …” I mutter again and again. “Please, please, please.”
My shaft throbs, precum oozing from the tip, but he doesn’t relent.
“Fuck, she’s so goddamn tight. The perfect pussy for a perfect cock like mine,” he groans, thrusting in to the base.
And I can’t hold it any longer. “Please!”
“Please what?” Apollo locks eyes with me. “You can do it, twink.”
“I’m begging you … please …”
“Please what?”
“Please … Apollo,” I say, swallowing. “Let me have her too.”
A long-building mischievous smirk spreads on his face. “See how easy I’ve turned you into a begging slut willing to do anything for me?”
Fuck, he’s right. I thought I knew what I wanted, that my girl was all I craved, but there is nothing that could ever feel as right as seeing her with another, while I’m begging for the scraps he hands out.
Apollo grins. “But you still don’t understand, so let me teach you a lesson.”
Aspen
He pulls out of me and puts me down on the bed right between Grey’s legs. His hard-on touches my face, and the yearning is so incredibly visible in his eyes that it even makes me want to have a taste, but Apollo keeps me at a distance, almost as if to taunt Grey.
“Stay. Don’t even try to lick him.” He positions himself behind me and slips something around his length. “Don’t even try to do anything except lie there and take it like the good girl you are.” He slaps my ass so hard I squeal. “Because you will show him what it looks like to be fucked by me.”
But why?
Suddenly, two hard things poke at both my holes, and I gasp in shock as wet lube is dribbled all over my ass. “This is going to hurt so fucking good.”
He slowly pushes his thick, pierced dick into my pussy, and along with it, a vibrating dildo attached to his shaft into my ass. And my God, it feels so damn full.
“I can’t take it,” I mutter.
“Yes, you can, and you will, because you’re my fuck toy now, and I want to use you until you fucking satisfy me.”
“A fuck toy?” Grey growls, jerking the chains. “She’s so much more than that, and you don’t even—”
“Appreciate it?” Apollo muses. “You think she doesn’t like this?”
He pushes in farther, and I moan as he hits that good spot.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he tilts my head up and makes me look at Grey.
“See this face? See how I’ve turned her into a needy little slut willing to do anything for this godlike cock?”
When he curves around and thrusts in completely, filling up both my holes, I whimper.
“You like this, don’t you? To be used and degraded,” he groans. “Say it.”
“Yes,” I mewl, completely out of it as the vibrations hit my most sensitive spot.
He throws my head down again beneath Grey’s shaft.
“And you don’t get any of it until you finally realize what you should be begging for,” he growls at Grey.
He thrusts in to the base, and I squeeze my fingers together to try to count the numbers in my head before I slip away into the nether. Because that’s what it feels like to be taken by Apollo and his many toys.
How many more toys is he hiding? Is he the one who plays in that red room here in the Phantom House? Could he be …?
My thoughts fail me as he pulls out and impales me on both ends, while my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“That’s my girl, you take it so well. Now scream for me,” he groans, slapping my ass until my head lifts from the scream.