Even if hewascontrolled or forced, having him around is a weakness. Kayn could just use him anytime he wishes.
I shake my head again. "This is not the time to think about Donatello. Can we put him away and bring us to the spotlight?"
Cassandra smiles, brushing her lips against mine. "What's on your mind?"
"How well-rested are you?"
She chuckles. "Pretty good." She pecks me once in the lips. "And I missed you so much."
Gods, this woman. Even if she is the end of me, I wouldn't even mind.
CHAPTER 24
CASSANDRA
My body is still sore and I'm definitely ready for another nap, cuddling Oreo. The second Apollo suggests otherwise, I change my mind. His presence warms me like nothing else, making me feel both energetic and relaxed.
Still straddling his lap, I cup his face in my hands and steel my spine so my breasts brush his chin. Apollo grips my waist, hard, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh. The way he moves me makes all the nerve endings in my body buzz with electricity.
"Do you think we still remember how to fuck?" I tease him, feeling his chest rumble with a sexy growl.
Apollo takes one long look at my cleavage. "Fuck, as if I'd ever forget how to make you feel good."
The promise of pleasure shudders through me, and I'm opening my lips to tease him some more when Apollo slams his lips to mine, pure hunger on every stroke of his tongue. He devours me, sucking on my lower lip to the point it hurts, making it clear we belong to each other. The strength of his fingers on me grows to bruising, and I don't even mind, arching my back into him, circling my hips slowly.
Very. Slowly.
"You trying to drive me mad, baby girl?" he growls into my mouth, pure sex in his voice.
"I'd love to, sexy," I shoot back, hooking my ankles behind him and teasing the hell out of his big cock. Apollo groans against my mouth, making me all gushy and wet. He manhandles me until we're both standing, and I pout.
"Out of these clothes," he orders in a gravel-like voice, his eyes turning gold. "Now."
The order shivers through me and I obey, trembling with lust as I strip naked. Apollo pulls his shirt out and I can’t help but gawk at the rough bandage plastered to his hard abs. Pain shoots through me, but he reaches out and pinches my chin between two fingers.
“It’s alright,” he murmurs. “I patched it up at the drugstore.” A peck to my lips. “Don’t think about it.”
Pressing my eyes shut, I swallow hard. Yes, he’s right. He’s fine, and I should focus on the moment I have with him. Opening my eyes once more, I watch him finish stripping off his clothes, his cock twitching proudly at me. I lick my lips, eying his hardness.
"You want my cock, baby girl?" he asks, and I nod hungrily. "Then get on your knees."
I do as he orders, my pussy throbbing, empty. His cock twitches, hitting me softly in the nose and I crane my neck to put it into my mouth. Apollo's fingers bury into my hair, holding me back.
"I didn't tell you to suck me," he roars.
Lust flares inside me. I see exactly where he is going, and I love it. Our gazes connect, his blazing with that golden-hue that I associate with desire. Parting my lips, I show him the tip of my tongue, hoping this is enough of a tease.
Apollo grunts. "Open wider, baby girl. All the way." I do as he bids. "Now, stick your tongue out. This may be uncomfortable, so just slap my legs if you think it's too much."
I don't even pay attention, gaping at his cock as it twitches closer, closer... Apollo slides his member over my tongue, and I moan to the taste of his sour pre-come as his head bumps the back of my throat. Closing my lips, I hollow my cheeks and suck hard.
Apollo tugs on my hair, near the roots, pain shooting straight to my clit. I snap my eyelids open to meet his eyes.
"Don't."
I stop, releasing my hold. Sticking my tongue out again, I let him take control, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth in long, slow strokes. Every time he pulls out, I feel saliva dripping down my chin. He doesn't tell me to clean myself up, so I don't. Being told what to do is super hot.
Apollo pumps his hips, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gag, slamming my eyes shut in response. His fingers tug at my hair.