Squirt? What the hell? Is that a real thing? I always thought that was a myth and yet, the look on his face tells me he’s dead serious. I can feel my muscles cramping with pressure, a buzz spreading through my limbs. I try to hold it, but I’m going to succumb soon.
Still slamming his fingers inside of me, he comes to my side. “Trust me, Ash. Just let go.”
Alright, alright!
I do as he tells me to, and I surrender to it. It seems as if my body is exploding and…
HOLY FUCK!
A strong current crawls under my skin, concentrating inside my pussy like some furious supernatural force. My brain is on fire as I feel my inner walls spasming and my warm juices gushing out of me and down to the sheets. It’s happening, it’s happening! I can’t believe it… I’m squirting, and I’m doing it hard. I close my eyes as my brain seems to melt inside my skull, and I collapse on the mattress as if all life has been sucked out of me.
“Apollo… This… This is…” I don’t even know what I want to say. This is just fucking amazing.
“I know, love, I know”, he grins at me, cupping my pussy and feeling my completely drenched skin with the palm of his hand. “Now… Now we can start.”
Start? Start? Oh my God, oh my God!
He moves fast, removing the ties that held me in place. Summoning whatever energy I still have left in me, I prop myself back up on the bed and go straight for his shirt with my outstretched fingers.
I grab his collar and tug on it violently, making buttons pop everywhere. I tear his shirt apart and take it off of his torso, pressing my mouth there and kissing his perfect skin with abandonment. With shaky fingers I unbuckle his belt and pull his zipper down, yanking his pants down his legs with a violence I didn’t know I had in me. He kicks his shoes off and, even before he has completely removed his pants, my hands are already grabbing at the gigantic shape under his boxer briefs. I grab the hem of his underwear and tug it down, his member saluting me eagerly. I start stroking it wildly, guided completely by a lust so primal I’m sure it still lives in a cave.
In an instant, I’m already leaning into him and swallowing his cock, pushing my head down his whole length until it almost feels like it’s going to pierce me from side to side. I’m completely insane and hungry for his cock, and by God, it feels fucking wonderful. I gobble his cock as if it’s the most delicious thing in the world. Oh, who am I kidding? It really is the most delicious thing in the world!
I want to suck him dry, to feel him coming and have his semen filling my mouth and dripping down my chin. I want it all, and I want it in such a way that it’s no longer in the realm of rationality.
He grabs my head, though, and makes me stop. Before I can do anything, he has his hands on my hips and turns me over. I let him do it willingly, no strength left in my limbs, and I lay there on the bed with my belly down. Climbing on top of me, I feel his hands go down my back and grabbing my ass hard, his thumbs right over my ass crack. I wiggle my ass, anxious for what’s to come, and he places his hand between my legs and slides one finger inside my pussy. He takes it out then, pressing his body down on me as he guides his cock toward my inner sanctum, his tip pushing my folds aside and straining against my tightness as it slides in.
I bury my face in the sheets, moaning as hard as it’s humanly possible. His cock goes deep inside me, stroking the same spot his fingers had before. I’m not sure if I’m moaning or screaming; all I know is that I’m making so much noise that the muscles in my throat are already growing sore. His pendulum motion is completely obliterating me, my pussy spasming around his thickness as he goes in and out. Can you die of too much pleasure? I’m about find out.
I feel nothing, absolutely nothing but the constant ramming of his cock. It goes in and out at a manic steady pace, throbbing and pushing back my inner walls. When he’s in deep, I’m sure there isn’t a fraction of an inch inside my pussy that isn’t filled by his massive member. He only has to make it twitch inside of me to draw a violent moan out of my lips.
Can he even go any deeper? I open my hands and put them to my side, pushing back with my ass and lifting it up. Apollo eases his pressure on me, leaning back as I go from laying down to being on all fours. He slaps my ass hard with the back of his hand, grabbing my ass as he thrusts his hips forward and restarts his assault.
“Fuck…” I growl out. “It’s so… fucking good.” Now, I’ve never been big on cuss words but there just isn’t any other way to say it. It’s fucking good, screw being polite.
I want him to go harder but, even before I have the chance to beg him for that, he leans forward and starts pounding into me with so much force I have to grab the header of the bed so that I won’t fall back on the mattress. My fingers are grasping the wooden panel so intensely that I can feel the wood straining and cracking under my hand. If he keeps going like this, I’m going to rip the fucking thing out.
Two slow and deep thrusts and I let out a scream so loud I’m sure the whole of Manhattan has heard it. I jut my ass back into him as needles of pleasure stab each square inch of my body, like fireworks going off underneath my skin and lightening up my mind.
“I want you to come…” I purr. “I want you to come inside of me, Apollo…”
He leans into me, his lips against my ear. “I will,” he whispers, pulling his cock out and making me roll over on the bed. Without allowing me even a second to reel from the orgasm, he grabs my legs and puts them over his shoulders. I bend like a willow tree as he sheaths his cock inside of me, its tip hitting that sweet spot of complete destruction. I scream as he goes back and hits it again, my limbs jerking erratically as if I’m being tasered.
“Don’t stop! DON’T STOP!” I scream at the top of my lungs, my voice bouncing back on the walls and filling the whole room as he keeps hitting that tiny and yet so powerful spot inside of me. My whole body trembles as he grabs my legs and leans with his whole body into me, his tip tightly pressed inside of me and completely demolishing me.
I come so violently that even though my eyes are open I can’t see. I cry in pleasure as his cock jerks and gushes a river of cum inside me, his fingers hooked in my thighs like the sting of a scorpion.
I close my eyes, bells ringing in my ears. Am I dead? Is this heaven? His cum drips down my legs like an endless stream, warm and delicious as it slides down my skin. I don’t know if I’m still alive, but this must be heaven.
My whole body, as well as my mind, is numb. I can’t feel a thing, aside from the pleasure that burns in my veins like a drug, of course.
I feel him collapse on the mattress next to me, his breathing hard and ragged. We don’t move for minutes, simply lying there in silence as we reel back from the best sex anyone has ever had in the whole history of mankind. I’m not even kidding.
I roll to the side, my body close to his, and rest my arm over his chest. He looks at me with those serious eyes of his, two windows into the soul of a man I know I will love for the rest of my life.
“I never thought I’d love someone as I love you,” I whisper, my heart now beating more gently inside my chest. I feel like crying; I’m so happy it simply seems unreal. He grabs my hand, squeezing it lightly.
“You’re my everything, Ashley?