Huffing out a grunt of frustration, I pull out my underwear drawer, upend the entire thing into the suitcase, drop the drawer onto the clothes and swing the case closed. With a shrug and a smirk over my shoulder I announce that I’m done.
He bends me forward over my case with his chest, and the pressing of his cock against me.“¡Ay!So sassy,princesa. I’m going to miss your smartass while you’re gone.” His fingers skim across my hips, sending a shiver all the way up my spine, snapping my head back.
Ever the opportunist, he wraps my hair around his hand, arching me toward him and grinds his now fully hard cock against my ass cheeks.
Before I know what’s hit me, my leggings are shoved to the floor, and a loud crack rings out around the room. A sharp sting, a flash of heat. I should object, I should shriek and fight and yell and protest but the only noises I can find are deep, guttural, feral moans as I bend farther forward.
The things this man does to me.
Another slap rings out around the room. “I need to make sure my beautifulprincesacan’t sit down for days because of the marks I’ve left on her perfect ass.” He squeezes my ass cheek, kneading the muscle in his firm hand.
Bracing both my hands on the case in front of me, I pop my hips, sending my ass further into the air.“¡Ay!She likes it, don’t youprincesa?”
I’m nodding, but I’m not sure whether it’s at the fact he calls meprincesawith such love and adoration, or the fact he’s spanking me and making me wet as fuck. Either way, I’m nodding.
Another spank, another moan, another wiggle of my hips.
His fingers catch the flimsy piece of elastic between my ass cheeks. “Are you wet for me, Edie?”
Desperation, that’s all that falls from my lips as I squirm and pant.
His fingers coast down the string, humming when I guess he finds it already wet. “I asked if you were wet for me, Edith. Use your words.”
I hate him. I hate him. I fucking hate him. But if I don’t answer him, he could—and would—do this all damned day.
“Y-yes, Apollo. I’m soaking. You know I’m soaking. I’m always wet for you, always.” I place my forehead on the suitcase, rolling onto my tiptoes and hoping that he stops teasing and gives me what I need.
When his fingers kiss my swollen, dripping lips, I growl. The touch is too fast, and way too short. I need more.
“More,” I beseech, but his fingers are already gone.
Slurping sounds are the only reply to my plea. “You taste so good, Edie.”
Whimpers tumble from my mouth, please, begging, and the occasional swear word as he repeats the process. “So much wetter, princess. Dripping in anticipation.”
The fabric of my thong lights up my skin as he drags it down my legs, pushing my panties to the floor. Opening myself to him, I roll my hips. “Please, Apollo.”
The blunt end of his cock slides through my pussy, making me purr. “This is the last time I get to fuck my pussy for a while, Edith. I need to savor every moment.”
If he savors much more I’m going to shatter into a million pieces and I won’t need to go to Australia to talk to a fancy doctor about my recovery.
“Remind me who you belong to, Edie.”
The reaction from my body tells us both who I belong to. The pull of my hips toward him, the tension thrumming through my tight muscles, and while he can’t see it, I know he feels the lurch of my heart in my chest.
“You, Pollo, it’s always been you.”
He rams into me with one smooth thrust, palming my ass cheeks as he sinks all the way inside me. I’m going to miss him. I’m going to the other side of the world. We’re going to have very little time together with time zones and schedules, and it’s going to suck. But it’s something I have to do.
I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t throw my whole self into my dreams, and neither would he. We both need for me to go, to find out what my options are so I can pick a path and follow it with my very essence.
As the love of my life thrusts into me, whispering promises of forever, of being together as soon as our lives allow it, a sense of peace descends over me that I’ve been missing for such a long time. Even if my leg never works the way it used to, even if my mother never tells me she loves me, even if I have no idea what the fuck I’m going to do with the rest of my life, I feel whole.
Positivity and determination loosen the tension in my muscles, and hope fuels my heart. No matter what lies waiting for me in Australia, I know for sure that when shit is getting out of my control, Apollo will be there.
My prince of darkness, my love, my best friend will have my back. And we’ll face whatever lies ahead together. Forever.
Epilogue
