The grin he flashes is savage, and I know I should pray to every god there is because he’s about to destroy me. Apollo de la Peña is going to brand me from the inside, stake his claim, and ruin me forever. And I can’t fucking wait.
Closing my eyes, I sink into the bed. His fingers skim along the outsides of my calves with a feather-light touch as his weight lands on the mattress and he maneuvers into position between my legs. His eyes darken. “You sure,princesa?”
Nodding, I sigh. So sure.
“If it gets too weird, or... whatever... let me know, okay? You can say no at any point, and it won’t change a damn thing between us, okay?”
“Fuck.” If I wasn’t already soaking wet and ready for this man, that would have done me in. “Consent is so fucking sexy.”
He licks his lips, picking up my not-casted leg by my ankle. “Does that mean I can make you come now?”
The shiver that rolls through my entire body is as delightful as the bite of pain as he nips the inside of my calf. “Use your words, Edie. I want to hear your filthy little mouth tell me all the dirty things you want me to do to you.”
I’d answer, but his fingers have found the puddle of need between my thighs. My hips buck to meet his hand as his digits glide through my wetness with wholly unladylike squelching noises that are so far from romantic and sexy, I want to cry.
The appreciative hum Apollo makes as his fingers explore my soaked pussy vibrates through the bed. “So wet for me,princesa.” He dots a kiss on the inside of my knee, then leaves a cool trail to my pussy with his tongue along the inside of my thigh.
My body is frozen in place. I’m his instrument to play however the fuck he wants, and I trust him implicitly to make me sing.
He drags the full, flat part of his tongue through my folds, leaving my leg hanging loosely over his shoulder. “Mmmmmm. My girl likes dirty talk, does she?Princesa sucia... Princesa mojada...”
His fingers tease at my entrance, circling, flexing, tempting, while the tip of his tongue flicks at my clit with a relaxed... almost laziness I’m not feeling. Frustration pools between my thighs as I fist the sheets at my side, arching my back. Sweat’s already prickling at my temples and the nape of my neck.
Like a pot of water ready to boil over, my body bubbles and jerks, pure need consuming every cell. When I lift my head off the pillow, his eyes meet mine and he grins against my crotch.
“¿Que lo que, princesa?”
With a pained groan, I roll my hips. “Your cock. I’m pretty sure your cock is up, Apollo.”
He slurps my juices like he’s trying a five-star soup or sipping on the most expensive wine in the world. “You’re not wrong. But this isn’t about me. You need to be ready.”
What fucking planet is he on that he thinks I need to be readier... readied... more ready...? Slamming my fists on the bed, my hips twitch when his fingers slide a little further inside me. Fuck, I’ve never been so needy, so primed, so damned hungry for another person’s touch than I am in this moment.
“Apollo, plea—” My words are replaced by a squeal as he buries his face between my legs and sucks at my clit with a fierceness that draws the oxygen from my lungs at the same time.
The passion inside this man is life altering. My limbs tremble, my body no longer under my own control. My aching legs spasm and quiver as he slips his fingers deep inside, finding my g-spot without hesitation. When he presses, sucking at my clit, I squirt all over his face.
My thighs clench, the temptation to close my legs to save me from further embarrassment a heady, demanding feeling. But he shoves my legs further apart and growls against my pussy. The friction of the roughness of his tongue coupled with the prickles of his facial hair shunt me over the edge and into a freefall before I even know what’s happening.
My arms and legs jolt and move as though I’m a fucking marionette doll, but instead of a handle above my head, my clit and g-spot hold the key to making me move on command.
The wave of ecstasy that collides with my body is so intense my mind goes blank, and even though my eyes are still closed, I see stars.
He’s not slowing, the quick pace of his tongue makes indelicate slurping noises in the soaking mess that is my pussy. My body is Jell-O, boneless, yet heavy, weighted to the mattress with a delicious blissful buzz settling into my muscles.
But he’s not quitting.
My second orgasm smashes into me with even less notice than the first, and I buck upright on the bed with a scream. Threading my fingers into his dark mane, I brace him against me so he doesn’t stop. Jerky thrusts against his face help me ride out my release.
He grips my hips, pressing his face against me. I’ve never known a man to enjoy going down on women like this one. He’s possessed. Every squelch, squirt, and squeal drives him to go harder, faster, and shove me closer to bliss.
When the wave crests, I flop back onto the bed with a thump. “Fuck.” My throat is dry, voice croaky, and a sheen of sweat covers my whole body.
Apollo gets to his knees between my thighs, and licks his lips. “I want to taste your pussy every damn day for the rest of our lives, Edie.”
He must be pussy drunk. That’s an awfully long time, and an awful lot of oral. He strokes his dick as he inches himself closer to me. When he doesn’t stop at the apex of my thighs, I wonder what the hell he’s doing.
Straddling my chest, he grins down at me before placing his dick between my tits. “I’ve wanted to do this since your titties talked to me.”
