He wipes the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, both our bodies glistening with it. Apollo grits his teeth in effort as his body keeps on rocking against mine, my whole body hurting with the ferocity with which he’s fucking me.
"Yes... Yes..." I moan, over and over again, my head resting against the mattress as if I have no more strength left in my body to raise it.
“So… fucking… tight,” he groans and, even though I can’t see him, I can already imagine the wide grin he has on his face. He slaps my ass hard as his cock ravages me, my inners walls tightening around his member, each stroke of his driving us closer to the brink of madness. And he simply can't stop.
He’s fucking me wildly, my mind completely overwhelmed by the sensations jolting through my body. There’s no Ashley or Apollo right now; he’s simply a man, a wild one, hell bent on taking his pleasure in whichever way it comes. And I’m his prey.
"Don't..." He doesn't need to hear the rest of my words to know what I want, but I carry on. "Don't stop! Don't stop!"
He keeps going and going until my pussy tightens so hard around his cock it’s almost a miracle he still manages to keep on thrusting. He savors my tightness with each stroke, burying himself deep inside me and then retreating until only his tip remains in me. One final and deep stroke, and a wild scream scratches the back of my throat, bubbling up to my lips as a desperate cry of pleasure.
Apollo tightens his grip on my hips, keeping me in place as he fucks me into oblivion with a savage fury, my whole body spasming in a seizure of ecstasy. I twitch and spasm until all strength leaves my limbs, my body collapsing onto the bed completely spent.
Following after me, Apollo rests his body on top of mine, his cock still firmly planted inside my pussy, his chest and stomach lying against my back. He rocks his body against mine like that, his cock moving back and forth with a will of its own; Apollo’s rhythm only changes when the insanity of release takes over him.
I can almost feel the adrenaline raging in his veins, crawling under his skin and making him feel as if he’s about to burst. His muscles tense hard and, for a moment, he even stops breathing, his mind directing all vital functions to the only thing that matters right now—pleasure.
He groans, and I feel a current going from deep inside of him to his cock. He exhales between gritted teeth as his cock spasms violently inside me, his cum darting out and filling me up. He buries himself as deep as he can go, drawing a cry from me as he does it; he holds there, feeling the spasms of his cock spread through his whole body.
Propping himself up, he summons all his strength and manages to pull back, his cock slowing sliding out and springing free over my naked ass. Guided by instinct he takes his hand to the base of his member and starts stroking himself, his cum still gushing out as if it hadn't already done so.
I jiggle my ass sideways, as if telling him where the target is. He points his cock down, cum trickling down my back and falling over my ass, warm strands of it nestling between my cheeks and sliding down my crack. I feel the warmness of his fluids pooling on my asshole, and I keep on wiggling my ass as he coats my naked skin with his warm seed.#p#分页标题#e#
Apollo keeps stroking himself until the last drops fall on my body, my back and ass glistening with his thick semen. I look over my shoulder at him before collapsing once more, my arms and legs sprawled to the side and a tired but mischievous smile on my lips.
"So fucking good," I whisper against the mattress, loud enough for him to hear.
“Yeah, babe... “ he whispers back, lying by my side. Leaning into me, he brushes his lips against mine. “With you… it’s always this fucking good.”
117
Apollo
Five weeks.
That’s all it took before the bastards here have torn Ashley to pieces.
She doesn’t know that I know. I heard some weird noises, like a cross between a wild boar searching for truffles and the audience members at the last Beatles concert, and tried to figure out where they were coming from.
Ashley.
She’s sitting in the corner of the unused office, snuffling and blowing into a box of tissues.
I pull my head back out into the hallway and close my eyes.
Five weeks.
Every time I make a decision that affects her coworkers, they haven’t hesitated in making her feel their wrath. They think that just because she’s fucking me, she’s somehow deserving of this abuse, that she’s somehow responsible for my actions.
She’s not, of course. I came in here to turn this magazine around, not make friends with the staff. They may hate me for my decisions, but I knew that’d happen. I knew that from the beginning. I expect it; I almost welcome it. If I’m not royally pissing anyone off, I’m not changing enough to save a company.