Dilf（A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance）(263)

“I’m yours… Yours for… you to do as you please,” I repeat after him, the words coming unfiltered out of my mouth.

“Good girl,” he whispers, and starts to up the rhythm of his fingers. I throw my head back and start to sway my hips, moving them at a matching pace, and it doesn’t take long for Apollo to drive me to the edge of pleasure. Feeling me close to the breaking point, he drives two fingers as deep as possible inside of me, pressing hard, and rubs my clit with quick vicious movements. Just like that, I come undone, my weak moan turning into a high-pitched scream of pure ecstasy.

“Oh… my… fucking… God…” I breathe out, the muscles in my throat straining to get the words out, electric sparks running up and down my body and making my muscles spasm. I can almost feel my skin boiling, my mind turning into ash as the flames of pleasure simply devour and consume everything in their way… Did I tell you I was desperate for his cock? Well, that’s nothing compared to what I’m feeling right now. This isn’t desperation; this is a pure unbridled need. I must have his cock, and I must have it right now. I won’t be denied.

The moment he takes his fingers out of my pussy, I thrust against him, pressing my pussy against his shaft. He doesn’t resist; instead, he grabs me by the ass and pulls me into him. With my eyes still closed, fireworks going off behind my shut eyelids, I start to rock my hips, grinding against him as if tomorrow will never come. Although my thong is still covering my pussy, I don’t even bother to stop for a few seconds just to take it out; no, all seconds are precious, and I won’t let them go to waste. Not a chance in the world.

“Fuck me, Apollo… Fuck me,” I plead, my voice quivering as I keep on swaying my hips.

“Beg,” is his only response, a tone of devilishness to his voice.

“Please… Please… I need it so much,” I start, taking one hand to my pussy and flicking my thong to the side. I raise my hips and, with my other hand, grab his cock and angle it toward me. His hands go straight to my waist and he stops me right before I impale myself on his cock. “Please…” I whimper, struggling against the hold he has on me as if I’m fighting for my life.#p#分页标题#e#

Without saying a word, he stops holding me but, still grabbing me by the waist, pulls me down with one vicious movement. I let myself go, a scream bubbling up to my lips as I feel his cock pushing its way past my soaked folds and straining against my inner walls as it sheathes itself inside of my pussy.

“You begged for it… Now let’s see how you do,” he teases me, taking one hand up to my hair and yanking on it. I grin at him, placing both hands on his chest, my trembling fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt. I do it hurriedly and clumsily, swaying my hips at a crescendo. It’s hard to focus on two things at the same time, but I do my best, only stopping when the last button on his shirt pops out. I run my hands up his stomach, feeling his abdominal wall under my fingertips (whoever says that an eight-pack can’t be real clearly has never heard of Apollo Kane) and his firm pectorals, and I push his now open shirt down his arms. “Like what you see?” he asks me, a mocking grin on his face.

“I liked it from the moment I first saw you…” I manage to respond, trying to isolate my brain from how good it feels to have his thickness stretching me wide. “But you look so much better with no clothes on.”

“I can say the same,” he shoots back, hooking his fingers on the side of my thong and pulling it against my outer thigh. His grin widens and, in a flash, he tugs on it viciously and tears the fabric, ruining my thong but pulling it off of me. He throws my ruined underwear to the side and, now fully focused on me, he grabs me by the hips and pushes me down, forcing me to stop moving. He’s taking control, and there’s nothing I can do about that. Not that I want to… I just want to submit to him—nothing more, nothing less.

As he pushes me down, he thrusts with his hips, forcing his cock to go so deep inside of me that I can’t help but scream. By now, the driver probably knows what we’re doing back here… And what do I care? It just makes me even crazier for Apollo’s cock. With a grin on my lips, I look over his shoulder and peer through the window, watching the scenery unfold right in front of my eyes. Outside, hundreds of people go about their daily lives as we roll by them, completely unaware that the black stretch limo that’s passing them by has two people fucking on the inside. Thank God for tinted windows.