He f**ked my mouth as his mouth ravaged my sex and I was done. I was there.
I exploded, moaning against his cock, clutching his ass, taking his thrusts. It was so huge, it engulfed me and my h*ps jerked against his mouth.
Still coming, he pulled out and I found myself yanked further in the bed. Then he was covering me. One of his arms hooked behind my knee, jerking it up. His h*ps fell between mine, I felt him hitch a knee high for leverage and I knew this was going to be good.
Through this, all I could see were his extraordinary jade green eyes burning into mine.
But he was there. Right there. I could feel him. But he wasn’t giving himself to me.
Instead, he was staring at me like he was waiting for the answer to a question.
I gave him the only answer I had.
“Please,” I whispered and he drove inside.
My neck arched back and my three free limbs surrounded him and squeezed tight.
He buried his face in my neck and groaned, “Maddie.”
Then he thrust, and thrust, and thrust, deep, hard, fast, rough, God, so hard, so freaking deep and so amazingly rough.
His mouth came to mine and I breathed, “Don’t come too fast. I’m not close to done.”
“My poppy, I drank the tea to keep up with you. I’ll stay hard all night.”
Excellent.
I felt my mouth smile and had no idea my eyes did the same.
Then they closed because he was kissing me, as hard, deep and rough as he was f**king me.
It was brilliant. So brilliant, I slid over the edge again and cried out when my latest orgasm shook me, the noise driving down his throat.
Moments later, he grunted his release down mine.
I was running my tongue down the side of his neck when he rolled us and pulled me up his body, positioning me in a way I knew what he wanted.
“But…you’re inside me,” I gasped just as his big hands closed on my h*ps and he yanked me down on his mouth.
My head flew back.
He fed on me ravenously as I ran my hands over my body, grinding into his mouth.
But suddenly, it was too much. I couldn’t take anything but what he was doing between my legs. The air on my skin was burning into me; my hair swaying down my back was driving me mad.
I lifted both arms and pulled my hair up, holding it at the back of my head, seeking maximum contact with Apollo’s talented lips and tongue even as one of his hands at my h*ps yanked me deeper.
I sensed something, looked over my shoulder and saw his other hand wrapped around his glorious cock, pumping.
Oh God.
Seriously.
How hot was that?
It was so hot, I cried out again, arching back, coming.
Excruciatingly.