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)
Fuck.
My hard-on throbs in my hand, precum oozing from the tip just from hearing her moan.
Her saliva drips out of her mouth, but Apollo is relentless. He thrusts and thrusts, her throat barely big enough to accommodate him, and fuck me, it’s making my mouth water.
I wish I’d brought my phone in here so I could tape this and keep it in my little stash for all eternity. But my memory will have to do for now, and I will keep my eyes glued to their filth like a voyeur willing to beg.
I wonder just how far she’s willing to take this.
If she’s going to let him come down her throat, he’ll make her swallow it all.
Just the thought makes me gulp down a moan.
Can’t let them hear me, can’t let them know I’m watching.
Can’t let them know I want nothing more than for this to happen over and over again.
Another man … fucking my girlfriend.
Just like in my dreams.
CHAPTER 24
Aspen
When Apollo finally pulls out again, I heave and cough, sucking in the oxygen like it’s escaping me.
“When you walk out of here, you’ll remember the feel of my pierced shaft deep inside your mouth every day for the rest of this week,” he says, swiping his length all over my face until he’s spread my saliva everywhere. “Such a pretty face you have … Let me defile it.”
He spits on my face and slathers it all over before dipping his tip along with our mixed saliva right back into my mouth. “Lick.”
I do what he says, swiping my tongue around as he slowly goes deeper and deeper while looking me dead in the eyes.
“Can you feel me, Freckles? Can you feel me between your legs without even being there? Can you feel the throbbing, the aching, the wetness in your fucking panties?”
“Fuck …” I mutter between thrusts.
“Yes, that’s it. Moan for me. Let me hear you enjoy yourself on my cock.”
I can’t help it. The moans just slip out of me as easily as his hard-on does.
“I’m going to come down your throat, and you’re going to swallow it all like the good little slut you are, won’t you?” he groans, slipping across my tongue.
My eyes tear up as he grabs my face and pulls out.
“One more. Take it deep now.” He pushes in slowly, burying himself inside me before the throbbing begins, and my God, the salty flood that follows nearly takes me out.
“Fuck yes,” he groans, holding my face like he’s savoring the moment.
And I can feel every ridge of his piercings as he continues to throb.
When he finally pulls out, I bend over and cough as the mixture of saliva and cum is almost too much for me.
He taps my cheek and says, “Atta girl.”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter between breaths.
“I prefer Adonis, but that’ll do,” he muses.
“Vain much?”
“Won’t deny that. But the only thing I’m more obsessed with than myself is you.”
Suddenly, he wraps both hands around my waist and lifts me. I squeal in response. “What are you doing?”
He lays me down on the wooden bench in the middle of the dressing room and says, “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”
RIP!
He pulls away my leggings with ease, tearing the fabric at the seam right there between my legs, leaving a hole the size of his hand. And he leans in to take an actual fucking whiff of me.
“God, the scent … so tempting.”
“What do you think you’re doing? This wasn’t part of our agreem—”
My voice is cut off by his nose rubbing my slit.
“Hush, Freckles. Just lie back and let me ravish this throbbing pussy.”
With a flat hand, he keeps me down as his nose rubs my clit right through the fabric of my panties.
“So fucking wet already,” he groans. “I wonder how much wetter you can get.”
“What?” I murmur.
He hooks two fingers underneath my panties and tears the gusset apart, leaving nothing to the imagination. My cheeks turn beet red while his eyes flutter over my mound, but when his tongue dips out, I nearly lose my shit.
“Just as I thought … delicious,” he hums as he starts circling my most sensitive spot.
My legs struggle to stay put, so he grabs my ankles, one by one, and places them on his shoulders.
“I have all the muscle to support you while you scream for me, Freckles.”
“You’re so fucking full of yourself,” I mutter, not even sure what I’m saying because his tongue is driving me crazy.
“I am, so maybe you can take some of me instead.” He swipes his tongue left and right across, flicking my clit until my entire body begins to shiver. “I’d much rather fill you up.”
“God,” I say between heady breaths, the wood suddenly feeling hard underneath my back. Or maybe that’s just the looming consequences of my actions slowly eating me up from the inside out, just like Apollo is doing to my pussy.