Ashley Vs. Boss

“Keep going…” Apollo groans, tangling his fingers on my hair again. I look up at him and, as I do it, I part my lips and suck one of his balls in. It’s large and heavy, and I can’t help but shudder as I imagine the amount of cum he must be holding inside of him. I have half a mind to suck on him until he succumbs to pleasure and gushes his load inside of my mouth, but I know that he wants much more than to just cum in my mouth… And, if I’m being honest, so do I.

I lap with my tongue at his balls and then I move to the next one, repeating my motions. Pulling back, I open my mouth as wide as I can and, cupping both his balls with one hand, I suck them both inside of my mouth. They fill me up in such a way that my jaw starts to hurt, and I have no other choice than allowing them to slide out of my mouth one by one. I go bac

k to his glans then, my lips and tongue tracing an upward line over his shaft, and I fit the tip of his cock in my mouth once more.

The pressure of his fingers on my head intensifies and I close my eyes, surrendering to the wild desire fluttering inside of me. I open my mouth as wide as I can and gobble up his shaft once more, bobbing my head up and down over his cock until the wet sound of my lips on his flesh fills the whole limo. It’s funny; I have never been with a man in a car (and a stretch limo, of all things), let alone while it's moving. It’s actually nice; the gentle purr of the engine travels up from my feet and knees to my groins, and then up my spine until it finally nestles in my brain, blending in with the soft warmness of desire.

Still bobbing my head, I grab his cock with both my hands and start to suck and stroke at a matching pace, the pendulum motion of mouth and hands an entrancing one. I could keep going like this forever… You know, I always thought that a blowjob was solely for the man’s pleasure, but now I see that I was wrong; I’m sucking Apollo’s cock not because he likes it… but because I do.

I only stop when he holds me by the hair, stopping my pendulum motion, and pushes me back until his cock pops out of my mouth. “You really know how to use that tight mouth of yours…” he tells me, deviousness in his eyes. “I wonder how your tight pussy will feel…”

“Why wonder,” I tell him, a wild grin taking shape on my lips, “when you can try it out?” With that, I go up to my feet and climb on top of him, straddling him. He grabs me by the waist almost immediately, and hooks his fingers on my skirt. Grabbing harshly, he tugs on the already torn fabric and pushes it down; I raise my knees slightly, just enough for the skirt to go down my legs, and he throws it on the floor. Then, the skirt taken care of, his hands dart straight to my blouse and he pulls it over my head, forcing me to raise my arms up in the air.

“You look delicious,” he tells me, his eyes roaming all over my naked skin, and I can almost feel him peeling off my bra and thong with his eyes.

“Look who’s talking,” I whisper back at him, taking both my hands to his crotch and grabbing his cock again. I want to push his cock deep inside of me, to ride him until I pass out, but he’s taking his time… Instead of simply pulling me close, he brushes two fingers down my neck and to my cleavage, and then he keeps going until his fingertips meet the place where skin and thong meet. Slowly, he goes over the barrier, my eyelids drooping as I feel the soft pressure of his fingers on my drenched pussy. Desire igniting my movements, I start to stroke him at a gentle rhythm, my hand going up and down his shaft with clockwork precision.

As his fingers leave my pussy and go back up my torso, a shiver runs up my spine and makes my skin prickle. He takes his hands to my back and, finding the clasp of my bra, he unhooks it and pushes the whole thing down my arms. That gentle warmness of desire grows fiercer under my skin as the cups fall from my breasts and bare my nipples, two hard rosy points aching to feel his touch. As if he could read my mind, he leans into me, parting his lips and fitting my right nipple into his mouth; lapping at it with his tongue while he sucks, he forces a whimper out of my lips, pleasure turning into sound.

“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.

“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.

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p; “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.”