Part 48 (2/2)

”Touch yourself, Maddie,” he growled.

My head shook on the bed. ”Baby, I-”

He pulled out, swung my legs around so he could roll me to my belly then he yanked up my hips so I was face down but a.s.s up in the bed.

Then his hand cracked against my a.s.s.

Oh G.o.d. G.o.d, G.o.d, G.o.d.

Yes.

My hips jerked, my a.s.s stung, my body f.u.c.king burned.

”Touch yourself,” he demanded.

Instantly, I lifted a hand between my legs and touched myself. Within a second, I was whimpering uncontrollably.

His hand cracked against my a.s.s again.

”Yes,” I breathed, pressing my fingers deeper, circling hard, lifting my a.s.s to communicate I wanted more.

He gave it to me.

”Oh my G.o.d, Lo,” I moaned.

Another smack.

My head flew back. ”Yes.”

Another one.

”G.o.d, Lo, yes,” I exclaimed and came, hard, my cries sharp and piercing the dark.

I kept coming even as I felt him slam into me from behind and keep doing it.

And I kept coming with his fingers wrapped tight around my hips, yanking me back hard even as he thrust in harder. I was only just coming down when he drove in, ground in and I heard his grunt of release that was so deep, I felt it vibrate through his c.o.c.k right to the heart of me.

An aftermath quiver shuddered through me just listening, not to mention feeling.

He couldn't have come down before he pulled out, yanked me up and pressed his c.o.c.k so that he'd buried it along the crevice of my a.s.s.

But his arms wrapped around me tight, one at my ribs, one at my chest and he shoved his face in my neck.

”You called me Lo,” he said there, his breaths labored, his voice gruff.

Suddenly uncertain, I whispered, ”Yes. I've heard the guys call you-”

He shoved his face deeper into my skin and squeezed so powerfully with his arms, my breath left me in a gush.

”This pleases me,” he whispered back.

Thank G.o.d.

I relaxed into him.

He kept whispering, his words soothing into my skin. ”You please me.”

I closed my eyes but lifted my hands to his forearms, curling my fingers around tight.

He gave me another squeeze even as his hips pushed in, pressing his c.o.c.k deeper between the cheeks of my a.s.s. ”Are you tender, dove?”

”Yes.”

”But all right?”

”Oh yes,” I breathed.

That got me another squeeze.

Then his arms relaxed (slightly) and his lips glided up my neck to my ear. ”Some other time, I will take this a.r.s.e,” and his hips pushed in again so I knew what he was saying.

A tremor shook my body.

I'd never done that.

But I wanted Apollo to do that to me. I wanted him to take me any way he could. I wanted to take him any way I could. I wanted to own him and I wanted him to own me.

And this knowledge shook me.

He wasn't done.

”Your a.r.s.e again red, your fingers working between your legs, you'll climax with me buried inside it.”

Okay, now I was thinking I wanted that immediately.

”We'll need oil,” I said softly and his teeth sank into my earlobe, which got another tremor before he s.h.i.+fted his lips to the skin at the back of my ear.

”I'll get some,” he murmured there.

Goodie.

His arms moved. The one at my chest slanting to cup my breast. The one at my ribs doing the same to cup my s.e.x.

”You give me this,” he said gently.

”Yes.”

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