“Yes, princess,” I coax as my finger glides in and out. “I need to get this body of yours ready for me. You know I’m not a small man, and I don’t want this to hurt more than it already will when I can’t fuck nicely.” When her legs relax open and her hips thrust up to meet my mouth, silently begging for more of my kisses, I whisper, “That’s my good girl. Let me prepare you to become my perfect and most cherished wife in all ways.”
My name catches in her throat when a moan overpowers it as my tongue flicks her clit, nipping it between my lips. Her hands run down both sides of my head, driving my face into her pussy as her moans intensify.
“Apollo… Apollo? This feeling. I feel…” Panic laces her words.
“Come for me, my wife. Let it in.” I add a second finger and pump with more force, driving deeper inside.
Her head thrashes side to side, and her breathing becomes ragged. A deep moan fills the room as her pussy constricts around my fingers.
“Come for me. Fill my mouth with your sweet cream. Release and let go of all those restrictions holding you back. Let that orgasm rock the inner walls of your pussy.”
Her hips buck as her moan turns into a tiny scream. Her pussy quivers around my mouth, and the taste of her release coats my tongue. I lap up every last bit of her completion as her body shakes on the tail end of her climax.
Not wanting her to fully become sated, I moved up to her breasts and circle my tongue around one nipple, and then move to pay the same attention to the other. Molding the flesh of her firm and perky mounds with my hands, I no longer fight the hunger. I need my cock buried deep inside of her and can’t wait any longer.
I place my lips at the shell of her ear and groan out, “I’m going to fuck you now. It is going to hurt, Daphne. It’s going to hurt bad, but also hurt so, so good. I don’t know how to fuck soft. I only know how to fuck hard.”
“Yes, yes, please,” she begs. “I want this. I do.”
Placing the head of my dick at her entrance, I slowly ease in, pausing when her body tensed with resistance. This is the time when I will fully claim her. I’m not punishing her ass. I’m not taking her body. I’m not spanking her into submission. My wife is giving it.
Forever mine.
Forever to play with as I choose.
“Take a deep breath and relax,” I order as I push all the way in and begin pistoning in and out at a rapid and unforgiving pace. “Shhh…” I pause for a moment so she can adjust to the intensity of the fucking and to the sensation of being stretched. “I know this hurts.”
“You’re just too big. Just too hard.” Her eyes are wide, and her voice quivers as she says the words.
“Youwilltake all of me. You have no other choice.”
Wanting to be gentle is one thing. Actually being able to is another. Gentle and sweet when it comes to fucking and claiming what I consider mine just isn’t in my nature.
Raw, hard, aggressive is who I am. And though I am pretending to be Apollo, I can’t change this primal fact about me no matter how hard I try.
I launch another steady rhythm of pushing in and out, only being fueled by her soft little mewls. A steady staccato of my cock pulling out just enough to spread her opening even wider, and then plummeting back inside, so deep the walls of her pussy constrict around me. In and out, I claim her in one of the most animalistic and lust-filled ways. In and out, she gives herself to me. Mine.
Not being able to hold back my pleasure any longer, I allow the surge of my ecstasy to take over, filling my seed deep within her.
“Apollo,” she calls out, the sound so sweet on her pouty lips.
“Yes?”
“Will you ever let me go?”
“Never. Never. You are mine, and I am one stingy son of a bitch.”
ChapterThirty-One
Apollo
It’s been three weeks? Maybe a little under a month? I’ve completely lost track of time, which is completely unlike me. Godwins march to strict order and timelines. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t follow some order issued by my father. My days and nights were full, overflowing so. But since waking up in that hospital room, something inside of me is different.
I’m married.
I have Daphne, and I want Daphne. I can’t get enough of the woman. If I’m not fucking her, I want her to stay in my presence just so I can look at her whenever I want, or smell her, or touch her, or fuck her all over again. It seems my cock remains in constant need of attention, and the only way to cure the ailment is having it buried deep inside of this woman…my drug.
But one thing remains the same. I am not Apollo. No matter how hard I’m trying to convince the world that I am indeed my brother, I wonder if I’m living this lie on borrowed time. I’m a Godwin, and we are masters at deceiving and can lie without so much as a flinch, but this time is different.