“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.
I’m still coming, all of my muscles twitching, when he places one arm around my waist and pushes me to the side. I roll to the seat, his cock popping out of me, but he doesn’t allow me a moment’s rest; pulling on my waist, he forces me to go on all fours and then kneels himself behind me.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he starts, slapping me so hard across my ass cheeks I can’t control myself and let out another high-pitched scream. “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, Ashley…” he continues, once again laying his hand heavily across my ass. The sound of the palm of his hand hitting me square in the ass caresses my eardrums and, instinct taking the steering wheel, I thrust back at him, eager to feel his cock inside of me once more.
Even though my heart is pounding so loudly I can barely hear a thing, I still hear him kicking off his shoes and pulling off both his pants and boxer briefs. Now completely naked, he kneels behind me again, placing one hand on my waist while, with the other, he grabs his cock and angles it at my wetness.
“Do it…” I beg him. “Do it…” This time, he doesn’t torture me; instead, he presses his fat glans against my drenched folds and, with one quick thrust, he slides his thickness all the way inside my pussy. I moan as I feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate his massive shaft, but that doesn’t stop me from swaying my body, rocking it back and forth and thrusting against Apollo’s cock. “Harder… Harder! HARDER!” I pant, rocking my body against his until I’m sweating as if I just finished running a marathon. No, make that two marathons, back to back. Whoever said that sex could be an exhausting workout, didn’t know the half of it.
Apollo fucks me so hard that if you ask me my name right now, I’m not sure if I’d know the correct answer. I don’t think I have ever felt anything this amazing… Screw drugs, or religious transcendence. No, my path to Heaven or Nirvana is Apollo’s cock.
As he rams his cock inside of me, he takes one hand off of my ass and lays it down again, slapping me so hard across both cheeks that I’m sure I’ll be sporting a red mark all day tomorrow. Not that I mind; in fact, I appreciate having a memento of the limo ride of my life. He does it again and again, smacking my ass so hard that my cheeks grow numb, and then he keeps doing it. The sharp sting of pain travels all the way up to my brain but, by the time it gets there, it has already turned into full-blown pleasure.
“I’m going to… I’m going to…” I try to speak, but it’s almost impossible for me to do it.
“Come, babe… Come for me,” he finishes my sentence and urges me to jump into the abyss of ecstasy, and that’s exactly what I do. As I prepare to surrender to a gigantic wave of pleasure, he grabs me by the hair and pulls on it, forcing me to throw my head back; as I do it, a wild scream explodes in my mouth and I come like I never did before.
My whole body is burning and, if I managed to open my eyes, I wouldn’t be surprised to see real flames engulfing me. My nerves endings feel like they’re being stabbed by small needles of mind bending pleasure, and even my bones seem to be rattling. Both my heart and lungs are working to their full capacity, struggling to get the air in and to keep the blood flowing through my body, keeping my muscles fed as they tremble and twitch.
All strength leaving my body, I go down from my hands onto my elbows, but I can’t even maintain that position. I collapse on the seat completely, Apollo’s cock popping out of my pussy as I lie down on my stomach. Suddenly, a spark of rational lust takes over me and I turn my face to the side, looking at Apollo over my shoulders. He’s still on his knees, towering over me a
nd breathing hard, and I give him my wickedest grin.
“Come… It’s your turn… Come for me, Apollo,” I whisper, my voice quivering and sounding frail and spent. “I want your cum all over me,” I add, the words coming out of my mouth before I can stop them. Grinning back at me, Apollo grabs his cock with one hand and, without blinking, starts to flick his wrist and move his hand up and down his length. He strokes himself with furious movements, his eyes roaming over my naked body, and it doesn’t take long for his massive member to start spasming against his coiled fingers.
Hissing through his gritted teeth, he finally starts to cum; a thick rope of white semen flies out from his cock and hits me straight in the back. A heartbeat after that, his cock starts gushing cum so hard and so fast that strands of it are now crisscrossing on my back and ass, covering both my cheeks. My skin prickles as I feel drops of it going down my crack and pooling on my hole, and still he keeps on shooting. I never saw a man cumming this much and, to be honest, I didn’t even think it to be possible. I mean, where the hell does he keep all these gallons of cum?
A few more spasms from his cock and it finally eases up, the last drops of semen dripping down from his tip to his fingers. Breathing harder than before, he lets go of his cock and with a wild and savage grin on his face, he leans into me. I only realize what he’s doing when he crushes his mouth on my lower back, scooping up the cum that has pooled on my dimples with his tongue.
I shiver as I feel the touch of his lips and tongue on me, his mouth gliding over my cum-coated skin. He kisses and licks all the way up to my shoulder blades, and then he comes back down until his lips are dancing on the curve of my ass cheeks. I hold my breath as he moves over to my crack, tracing the line between my cheeks with the tip of his tongue. With boths hands on my cheeks, he spreads them wide and then presses his mouth against my hole, jabbing at it with my tongue. I moan as I feel him sucking, his tongue working me as he scoops his own seed, forcing me to close my eyes as a pleasant dizziness settles in my brain.
Only when he pulls back from me and sits up on his seat, do I realize that I’ve been holding my breath all along. I sigh heavily and, summoning whatever strength there is in my body, I go up and sit next to him. I look at him with a silly smile on my lips, and he smiles back at me; leaning in, he brushes his lips against mine, and I can feel his cum there, the raw manly flavor of it crawling all the way up to my head.
“You were right… No one ever fucked me like this,” I whisper at him, and he simply smiles, not saying a word. He doesn’t need to. Right now, all words are a mere accessory to the happiness tap dancing inside my heart.
Apollo Kane, I can’t stop blessing the day our paths crossed.