“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.
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.
“You like it, don’t you? To fuck like this… while people go about their lives just a few feet away from us,” he tells me, running his hands to my ass and squeezing my cheeks.
“I do,” I respond, grinning. It’s true; I’ve never been one for crazy sex situations, but I guess I can acquire a taste for it. Oh, yes, I can. “But I also like being with a man old enough to be my father,” I tell him, grinning as if I have gone completely mad.
“I’m not that old,” he responds, grinning back at me and thrusting even harder than before.
“Well…” I say, trying to speak between hard breaths. “You could be my stepfather then… I could call you daddy all the same.”
“You’re a wicked one, Ashley…” he tells me, slapping my ass hard as he keeps on thrusting, his thickness completely demolishing my insides. “If you were my stepdaughter… I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you,” he continues, letting go of my ass and taking both his hands to my breasts, squeezing them eagerly. With his hands no longer on my hips, I resume the sway of my hips, riding him as hard as I can. Beads of sweat are already pooling on my forehead, but that only makes me go even harder.
“I wouldn’t stop teasing you until… Until you fucked me, Daddy,” I grin, rocking my hips so hard that beads of sweat have already started to trickle down my back.
“Oh, that wouldn’t take long,” he shoots back, matching the sway of my hips with a fast sequence of hard thrusts. I open my mouth to say something, but the words die in my throat as my whole body starts to tense up, Apollo’s violent thrusts numbing my mind and delivering me into the hands of ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck… Oh, fuck…” It’s all I manage to say, my pussy tightening around his cock like a vice. Leaning into him, I feel my hair cascading down my shoulders as I shut my eyes; I place both my hands onto my chest and I dig my fingernails into his skin, hard enough to draw blood. He doesn’t even react to the pain I’m inflicting; he simply keeps on thrusting and thrusting, lighting the fuse and forcing me to blow up like dynamite. “FUCK!” I shout, a violent seizure taking over my body. Pleasure is raging through my veins and completely demolishing every single one of my nerve endings. But he’s not done yet… Oh, no, far from it.