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“Off with her clothes,” he says playfully flicking a finger for me to stay out of the bed until I comply.

I set one pack of condoms on the bedside table and toss the other on the bed then strip my underwear and bra while he rolls a condom onto his cock.

“Now get up here and let me sink into that sweet pussy.”

“Okay,” I say having to bite my lips together to keep from giggling uncontrollably.

I am not a prude but Apollo’s dirty talk catches me off-guard every time.

And I love it. It sends a little thrill down my spine that has me crawling onto the bed in a hurry.

Before I can climb on top of him, Apollo leans up, catches my face in his hand, and kisses me. My jaw slacks letting him slant his mouth to mine and invade me fully.

The weaker my body becomes the closer he gets until he’s pushed me back onto the bed, his heavy cock thumping my mound as he hovers over me.

I barely catch my breath when he breaks the seal on our lips to kiss down my neck to my breasts, laving and sucking them greedily while at the same time nudging my thighs apart with a firm hand between them and thick fingers parting my pussy lips.

My body hums as he pumps his fingers inside me. He’s up to three when the stretch starts to sting.

“You ready, Lilypop?” He spreads his fingers stretching me to the limit.

“For the love of God, Apollo. Please. I’ve been ready all damn day.”

With that wicked smile of his, he slips his fingers from me to prod me with the broad tip of his cock and stretches me past my limit as he eases in.

“Oh…” I say barely able to breathe through the pain.

“You need me to stop?” Apollo asks easing out slightly.

I stop his retreat grabbing handfuls of his ass. “It’s just been a while and you’re…” I pull his hips to me until his crash into mine. It hurts but I don’t care because having him inside me is also the best I’ve felt in a long time. “Don’t you dare stop now.” Besides… Who knows when we’ll be able to do this again.

I lamented Dickie’s pathetic condom supply but at the rate I’m going with everything I’ve taken on, the five condoms we’ll have left will last the rest of the year. And that’s assuming Apollo sticks around that long.

Stop it, Lily. You’re supposed to be enjoying this.

I’m not usually this self-reflective and worrisome but I don’t usually have time for it either. Just plowing through life getting stuff done so I don’t let anyone down.

I let Apollo down. He probably had an amazing night planned for us again and I ruined it. Then I come home, he’s asleep, and I don’t even ask if this is what he wants. Or if he’s too tired.

“Lily?” Apollo whispers against my lips when they still. “Is something wrong?”

“You’re not just doing this to placate me, are you?”

“Baby, how many times do I have to tell you? I do what I want because I want to do it. No one makes me do anything. And I sure as hell don’t do anything just to please someone else. When I cook and clean for you? Dote on you…?” He thrusts his cock deep drawing a moan from my core. “Most of all, when I fuck you. It’s for my pleasure. It’s my pleasure to make you smile, laugh, and come. And don’t you fucking forget it.” He adds a cheeky wink at the end before he picks up a slow pace pumping his hips that lets me delight in every solid inch of him.

It doesn’t take long, as big as he is, every nerve is activated all at once, to come apart underneath him.

“Holy fuck.” He winces and gasps as my body pulses so hard, squeezes him so tight, his strokes are cut short. “You’re gonna swallow me fucking whole. Fuck!” He cries out, hips jerking in an uneven rhythm before collapsing on top of me burying his face in the crook of my neck. Somehow I sink further into the bed as his lips move firmly, but gently across my skin turning into open-mouthed kisses as he works his way up my neck. When he reaches my ear, he whispers, “You’ve ruined me, Lilypop. One hit of your tight pussy and I’m hooked. Never gonna get enough of you now.”

“Until I can get to the doctor or Dickie’s gets another shipment, you’re going to have to make five more times enough.”

“Don’t worry. I can get creative.”

And it’ll be up to me to make sure I come home to put that to the test.