Ashley Vs. Boss

It’s true.

“What?” Ashley asks, completely taken aback.

“You know how big it is,” I say with a shrug. “All the way back in Chapter 9 where I had all 12 inches inside of you.”

Now she’s looking at me funny.

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sp; But I don’t mind. I take a step closer to her and I can see the stress and panic slowly collapse, leaving a vulnerable Ashley in its place. I pull her against me and pull her up against my mouth, eager for the taste of her on my lips. She's so fucking hot…

I run my tongue along the seam of her lips until she gives in and lets me slip inside. I pull her up against me, pressing my aching cock against her. I need her, now. Slowly, desperately, I pull away. She’s like a drug. I can’t think around her.

Except that I want to fuck her. I can think that thought.

With trembling hands, she puts the key into the lock and pushes inside of the apartment building, leaving the world and everything else behind, except for her, me, and my cock that needs her.

Maybe other parts of me need her too, but I don’t care about that. Not right now.

15

Ashley

I’m still shaking, but Apollo’s presence has managed to calm me down. If he hadn’t showed up when he did… I don’t even want to think about it. No, it’s not that. To be honest, I can’t think about it. Right now, my brain is busy with something else: desire.

Adrenaline still coursing through my veins, I grab Apollo’s hand and guide him down the hallway and into my bedroom. I push the door open and, as we step inside, I know I’m doomed. He embraces me, and I surrender completely. I missed him so much that his mere presence is enough to make me dizzy.

He pushes me back until the back of my knees are against the bed, and then he lays me down on the mattress. Looking up at his towering figure, I feel myself growing wetter by the second, lust and desire making the adrenaline inside of my body serve another purpose than the old fight-or-flight response.

Something stirs inside of him as well, all the fire that inflames his thoughts flooding his cock as if it were a coiled spring. It hardens, warm blood turning his flesh into unbreakable marble. His cock fights against his clothing, thick and pulsing, yearning to tear itself free from binding.

Taking the lead, he leans into me and pulls hard on my dress, forcing it down my hips and legs. There is a ripping sound and, although it’s obvious that the dress is now ruined, I don’t care. Apollo throws the dress away and, moving like a panther, climbs on top of me, propping himself up with both his hands on the mattress. He stares into me for a long second before leaning in and, finally, kissing me.

I open my mouth in an instant, allowing our tongues to wrestle against one another hungrily, as if I have been craving this for too long; well, in truth, I really missed his lips. I lace his back with my legs, pulling his body closer, and let my hands slide down his stomach to his belt. My fingers curl around it and I pull his crotch closer to mine; with anxious and fast fingers, I unbuckle his jeans and pop out the top button, feeling his hardness pressing against the rough fabric.

Without bothering to undo the rest of the buttons, I simply press the palm of my hand against his belly and let it slide down under the waistband of his jeans, cupping his bulging shape over his boxer briefs.

Apollo yanks down on my hair, pinning me down to the mattress with one hand. He swallows in his desire and takes both of his free hands to my breasts, feeling the soft tan mounds there straining against his hungry fingers. He lets his hands take a life of their own, their downward movement guiding him over my firm belly and down to the untanned line right where my dark blue thong starts. He makes a claw out of his fingers and pushes it down as I raise my hips, allowing the thong to slide down my body easily.

Not bothering with any teasing, Apollo takes his hand and places it on top of my pussy, the shape of its lips making his heart and cock pulse in unison. He cups it, my fluids wetting his hand; he lets his fingers wander up and down and, finding it, he gently presses his thumb against my clit, tracing its outline with care.

My hips immediately start swaying, pushing my body upwards and into his hand, my pussy tightly pressing against his long fingers. Feeling my eagerness, Apollo places the open palm of his hand over my stomach and, gently pressing down, pins me once more against the mattress as, with his other hand, he parts my pussy lips wide and allows one inch of his finger to wander inside me. A moan tumbles out of my lips as he does it, as if I’m begging him for more, much more.

And he’s happy to oblige.

Feeling me wet and wide, he slides two fingers deep inside me in a hook motion, my inner walls tightening around his fingers as they ravage me. Moving only his wrist, he pulls his fingers in and out of me; he starts slow but, as he picks up speed, my hips strain upwards once more, as if I desperately need him to go as deep as possible. Responding, he ups the pace, my desire going at him like an electric current.

With shaky and out of control arms, I dart for his crotch with both hands, pulling sideways at the opening in his jeans and unzipping the rest of it with one fell zip. I pull down, grabbing at his jeans and boxer briefs at the same time; his cock jumps up as it springs free, long and thick... and ready.

I curl my fingers around his shape and start stroking him fast, my motion wild and uncaring. I’m gritting my teeth, grinding my pussy against his hand as a wild and ferocious purr of pleasure keeps growing in my throat. I’m out of control, and I love it.

Apollo pulls back his fingers and, leaning into me, presses his mouth against mine, his tongue darting hungrily inside my mouth. I take my hands off of his cock and claw at his back, forcing him to lie on top of my naked body, his cock brushing against my belly. Then, with a sideways motion, I make him roll to the side; with the agility of a cat, I jump on top of him and grab his cock with both hands, a devilish smile on my lips. I lean into him and start kissing all over his chest, each kiss of mine going lower and lower, from his belly to where I really want my mouth to be.

I pull my head back for a fraction of a second, guiding my mouth toward his shaft. I go down, my parted lips brushing against his glans gently, the tip of my tongue flicking at it teasingly.

"You want it...?" I ask him, looking at him with seductive and dangerous eyes.

Apollo grits his teeth, and I can see the answer bubbling up to his lips.