Python(88)

“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.

“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.”

“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.