“Ride my cock, Maddie, take it yourself,” he ordered and then I felt the slap of his hand sharp on my outer thigh.
I jumped even as heat radiated from the sting to right between my legs and I did what he ordered, rearing back, f**king myself on his cock.
Another smack to the thigh, another jump, more sting, more fire burning to the heart of me and, “Harder, poppy.”
Oh God.
This was good.
I’d never been spanked.
And I wanted more.
I moved faster, took him harder, gasping and straining against him.
“Am I in there?” he growled.
Oh yes. Fuck yes. He was in there.
“Yes,” I whispered.
His hands spanned my hips, his fingers digging in, he stopped my motion and slammed in himself, staying deep and grinding.
“Am I in there, Madeleine?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
He started driving fast and deep and I got another smack on my thigh with, “Remove your gown. I want to see your skin.”
As he f**ked me from behind, I did my best to make short work of sliding out of the dress I’d worn on our first date, and an entire twenty-four hours (and more) besides. This left me in nothing but my black bustier, my br**sts spilling out the cups with his violent movements, my ni**les skimming the covers and it started to move over me again.
“This arse, gods, your beautiful arse,” Apollo groaned, running his hand over the cheek of my ass even as he continued to thrust inside me.
And I felt it. My cl**ax was right there.
I reached for it.
He pulled out.
God!
“No!” I cried.
His hands came to my ribs. He yanked me up to kneeling in front of him and one hand went directly to my breast, cupping it, as the other one went between my legs.
“Not without me, dove,” he growled in my ear.
“Hurry,” I begged.
His finger hit the target as he rubbed his c**k against my ass.
My head fell back into his shoulder.
Nice.
“You’re magnificent,” he groaned.
“Tha-thank you,” I whimpered, pressing into his hand between my legs at the same time tipping my ass to push against his cock.