“You look delicious,” he tells me, his eyes roaming all over my naked skin, and I can almost feel him peeling off my bra and thong with his eyes.
“Look who’s talking,” I whisper back at him, taking both my hands to his crotch and grabbing his cock again. I want to push his cock deep inside of me, to ride him until I pass out, but he’s taking his time… Instead of simply pulling me close, he brushes two fingers down my neck and to my cleavage, and then he keeps going until his fingertips meet the place where skin and thong meet. Slowly, he goes over the barrier, my eyelids drooping as I feel the soft pressure of his fingers on my drenched pussy. Desire igniting my movements, I start to stroke him at a gentle rhythm, my hand going up and down his shaft with clockwork precision.
As his fingers leave my pussy and go back up my torso, a shiver runs up my spine and makes my skin prickle. He takes his hands to my back and, finding the clasp of my bra, he unhooks it and pushes the whole thing down my arms. That gentle warmness of desire grows fiercer under my skin as the cups fall from my breasts and bare my nipples, two hard rosy points aching to feel his touch. As if he could read my mind, he leans into me, parting his lips and fitting my right nipple into his mouth; lapping at it with his tongue while he sucks, he forces a whimper out of my lips, pleasure turning into sound.
“You’ll moan,” he tells me, pulling back and looking at me. “And you’ll scream…” He goes to my other nipple, nibbling at it with the right amount of pressure and making the desire that roams free inside of me grow hungry and wild. Rational thoughts are losing themselves in the woods of my mind, and I don’t even want to reel them in; no, let them go and lust will take over, exactly the way it should happen.
“I’ll moan, and I’ll scream…” I whisper into his ear, and then nibble at his earlobe, pulling on it with my teeth. “But you’ll have to make me.” That’s all I have to say; the moment the words leave my mouth, he lets go of my tits and flattens the palm of his hand right between my thighs, pressing hard against my drenched pussy. With a wicked grin, he pushes my thong to the side and, without waiting or teasing, he simply pushes his index finger past my folds. Curling it upward like a hook, he runs it all the way in, only stopping when his fingertip is tightly pressed against that inner spot inside of me, the one that has me moaning right now.
I throw my head back and, not caring one bit if our driver can hear us, I let the moan that’s climbing up my throat explode in the air. He takes that as a good omen and slides his finger out and then in again, fingering me until insanity takes over. God, he’s only using his finger and I can barely think straight… When the moment comes for him to use his cock, I’m really not sure what’s going to happen to me. Is there such a thing as too much pleasure? Can you die from it? I’m more than willing to find that out, if you ask me.#p#分页标题#e#
“I want…” I pant, and he slides his finger all the way in until it meets my G-spot.
“You want…?” he asks me, rubbing his finger against my insides and making me breath so hard that it’s almost impossible to speak. Screw that; I can barely think of what I want to say, let alone say it.
“I want…” he does it again, pressing harder against my G-spot and cutting me short. Still, I grit my teeth and power through, ordering my brain to keep working through the avalanche of pleasure that’s assaulting me. “I want… I need… Your cock. Right now,” I finally manage to hiss between gritted teeth, the pressure of his fingers on me forcing me to close my eyes as my muscles tense up and turn as hard as concrete.
“I know,” he whispers, resting his thumb over my clit as he keeps on rubbing my G-spot. “But I’m calling the shots, Ashley. You’re the one who has to do what I want… when I want.”
“But I… I need it so much…” I whimper, my fluids already dripping down my inner thighs. I never needed a cock inside my pussy as badly as I do now. If I had to choose between air to breathe and Apollo’s cock, my choice would be an easy one.
“You need what I tell you to need,” he tells me firmly, running his thumb in slow circles around my clit as he moves one more finger inside of my pussy. I know that he’s torturing and teasing me, but God, it feels so good. It’s almost hard to believe that, only with his fingers, Apollo is pleasuring me better than most men could ever do with their cocks. The man is a wonder of nature, that’s for sure. “You’re mine, Ashley… Mine to do as I please. Say it.”