I’ve never had someone’s tongue near my ass before, but holy crap, it feels kind of nice. I’ve seen his tongue, I’ve sucked his tongue, I’ve had his tongue inside me, but right now, as my ass is in the air and my face planted into the sheets on our bed, I’ve decided he hastwotongues.
He’s somehow everywhere, all at once. Licking, sucking, biting, I can barely keep track of what he’s doing. My clit throbs, skipping along with the rhythm of my racing pulse, my pussy is drenched, slick and squelching as he drags his tongue and digits through my lips.
His finger circles my ass, and while I’ve never been even so much as curious about having something in my butt, color me officially butt-stuff-curious.
I should be embarrassed at the state of myself right now. I’m grinding my pussy on his face, fisting the sheets with my hands, while making animalistic noises that definitely couldn’t be mistaken as human.
As I press back against him harder, he chuckles, sending tiny vibrations through my pussy. Slipping two fingers inside me, he curls his fingers against my walls, and I fall apart. My body jerks, juddering, shaking, vibrating with pulse after pulse of pure euphoria rippling through every inch of me.
I don’t scream, I roar. Like a wild animal in the jungle, squirting cum all over my boyfriend’s face. But he’s not done.
He slides underneath me, between my legs, and pulls my hips down, planting my pussy on his face. “Ride my tongue, Edie.”
So fucking bossy. “I don’t think I can come again, Apollo.”
I feel his grin against my pussy. The wide curve of his lips tickling my labia. “Challenge accepted.” His words are garbled, like he’s under water. And considering how squirty and squelchy I’ve been, well, that tracks.
Gripping me against his face, he goes to work. I’ve quickly become addicted to his oral obsession, and within seconds I’m gripping the edge of my headboard and bucking against the flat of his tongue like a bitch in heat.
I’m chasing an orgasm I’m not sure I’ll reach. But he’s determined. And the more he flicks his tongue the more it feels tangible, achievable. My prince of darkness is unrelenting in his hold.
He hums against my swollen clit, and my muscles clench, flickering with anticipation around his mouth. Jesus Christ. It’s no wonder I never stayed with my exes for very long. This is what I had been searching for without knowing.
He sweeps his fingers past my asshole, and I’m almost disappointed. But when the pads of his digits press against my g-spot, driving me across the finish line, I’m too busy chanting his name and mumbling incoherent gibberish to care.
The release doesn’t stop. It keeps thundering into me, wave after glorious wave of bliss as I empty my soul onto Apollo’s face.
He swallows, audibly. How much of me has he drunk? He doesn’t quit though, holding me against his hungry face, lapping at me, slurping me in until every last ripple, aftershock, and muscle twitch passes through my body.
I don’t know how I’m still upright. My leg is throbbing. Being on my knees was a good idea at first, but now it’s aching. As if he can sense my thoughts, he tugs me, flips me, then cages me in on the bed with his whole body.
His mouth is soaked, my arousal literally dripping from his chin as he grins at me. “I’m going for the hat trick.”
Somehow I manage to shake my head. “I can’t come again, Apollo. I can’t.” I can’t move my arms to point to my crotch. “It’s broken. You broke me.”
He grins again. “Maybe I fixed you. Can I try again?”
I nod. “As long as you’re not offended if I can’t come again.”
He guffaws like it’s not even an option, then kisses a wet trail down my body, pausing to bite at my nipples. I’m well aware that my soul is about to leave my body. If nothing else, at least I’ll die happily. And my killer is unaliving me in the best possible way. With his skillful tongue, while drowning in my cum.
“You ready?” Excited chocolate eyes stare up at me from between my thighs, his hand pressed on my abdomen.
“Aren’t you tired? Don’t you want a turn?”
His grin is devilish, almost sinister, but filled with promise and mischief. “Thisismy turn.” He buries his face into my pussy like he hasn’t tasted me in weeks, making me scream as his teeth nibble at my swollen joy-button.
I swear to all that’s holy if he breaks my fun controller or bites it off I’ll kill him.
He tickles the nub with the tip of his tongue, fluttering so gently like the kiss of butterfly wings before sucking it into his mouth with a chuckle.
This asshole really is trying to kill me.
CHAPTER38
Apollo
(APRIL 8TH – DAY 22 POST OP)
