Part 23 (1/2)
I had to have it.
I didn't delay. Wrapping my hand around it, putting my lips to the tip then taking him so deep, I felt him in the back of my throat, my gag reflex g-o-n-e, gone.
”By the b.l.o.o.d.y G.o.ds,” he rumbled, sliding the fingers of both hands into my hair and curling them around my scalp.
I slid him out but didn't take him back in.
He lifted his hips and surged back in.
Yes.
Oh, f.u.c.k yes.
I took his thrusts, whimpering and moaning against his c.o.c.k, my body trembling, my c.l.i.t throbbing and suddenly I felt him knife up. His hands went under my arms and he hauled me up his body.
”Baby, I wasn't-” I started to protest.
But he rolled me to my back, dragged my panties down my legs and moved around so he was on all fours over me, backwards.
Yes.
Oh, f.u.c.k yes.
I lifted my hands and curled my fingers around his a.s.s, using it to pull my head and shoulders off the bed as he spread my thighs. Then his mouth was there. Right there. Just as I slid the tip of his c.o.c.k between my lips and he surged in.
He f.u.c.ked my mouth as his mouth ravaged my s.e.x and I was done. I was there.
I exploded, moaning against his c.o.c.k, clutching his a.s.s, taking his thrusts. It was so huge, it engulfed me and my hips 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 hips 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, G.o.d, 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.u.c.king me.
It was brilliant. So brilliant, I slid over the edge again and cried out when my latest o.r.g.a.s.m 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 hips 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 hips yanked me deeper.
I sensed something, looked over my shoulder and saw his other hand wrapped around his glorious c.o.c.k, pumping.
Oh G.o.d.
Seriously.
How hot was that?
It was so hot, I cried out again, arching back, coming.
Excruciatingly.
Exquisitely.
He pulled me off and I was on my belly in the bed. I felt his knee nudging my legs apart, and still in the throes of my most recent climax, I helped, spreading them wider. Then he was between my legs yanking up my hips.
He pounded in.
When he filled me, my head flew back, my hair drifting over my skin and I whimpered, ”Yes,” as I started to push up to my hands.
I didn't get very far as, still thrusting, I felt his hand in the middle of my back, pus.h.i.+ng me down.