Page 119 of Savage Empire
“I can’t wait for the change in your tune once I have your cum all over my tongue.”
“Proving you can get me off with your mouth doesn’t seem like that big of a feat. I think anyone could do that with how long it’s been for me.”
Apollo laughs humorlessly. “Worried I’m going to pass your trial too quickly, are you? Don’t worry, love. First one’s free, just like our kiss, hmm? I wouldn’t want my future wife to think I can only please her with oral stimulation.”
My already pink cheeks burn brighter. “If you say so.”
“You talk a lot of shit for a woman who’s already soaked for me. You should see how fucking drenched your little thong is, Rayna.” His fingers glide just along the edge of my panties, tracing the sensitive skin before hooking around the wet lace. Tugging the fabric roughly to one side, he leans forward, giving my pussy a kiss.
I bite the inside of my cheek, choking down a whimper.
The next thing I know, he’s pulling the panties off me entirely, tossing them aside and lifting my legs. My knees bend and he plants my feet on the end of the mattress, widening my thighs and fully exposing me to him. Propping up on my elbows, I swallow hard, looking down at him while he feasts his eyes on my most intimate place.
Chills race up my neck as Apollo breathes, his lips hovering above the lowest bit of my stomach. My thighs tremble as he eyes me from below, his gaze searing hot as his lips part.
I swallow a whine, refusing to let him pull wanton noises out of me before he’s even touched my center. I can’t help that he’s impossibly tempting like this, all I can do is brace myself for his next move.
Roughly dragging his flattened tongue up the length of my slit, all thoughts of remaining calm melt away. A gasp followed by a deep moan bursts out of me as my back arches, pleasure hitting me like a shockwave. My toes dig into the soft mattress, and my fingers fall suit, gripping the sheets tightly.
“Fuck,” I whisper, breathing hard.
Apollo groans against my flesh, as if agreeing with me. He doesn’t savor the process and take his time, he devours me with greedy licks and vigorous movement. He doesn’t just focus his attention on my clit, he hits spots of sensitive skin all over. Spots I don’t think even I’ve touched in years.
“God,” I breathe, head tipping back. “God, right there…”
A short, sharp sting hits my inner thigh and I gasp. Sitting up slightly to look at him, his hand is sitting right where he apparently slapped me.
“Don’t direct me.” He gives me a reprimanding look and nips at my clit. I flinch at the piercing impact. “I know right where. I know exactly how to make you squirm and how to make this drenched little cunt weep for me.”
I don’t have time to comment on his cocky comment before he twirls his tongue in a way that makes my heart race.
I moan embarrassingly loud and allow my knees to fall further open. Apollo takes the action as an invitation to take this up a notch, pushing two thick fingers inside me. He thrusts deep, pressing in and out before curling his digits up.
The added pressure inside of me coupled with his skilled tongue has my eyes fluttering shut. I’m going to lose this bet, and he hasn’t even put his cock in me yet. I know he said that oral isn’t the test, but if he can work his mouth like this, lord knows what he can do with that monster in his pants.
Like he’s reading my mind, I feel Apollo’s lips spread into a grin while he continues to eat me out. He uses his tongue like a goddamn weapon to assault my tender bundle of nerves over and over.
Adding a third finger, he thrusts harder and twists, working my pussy to stretch me open. He’s not just eating me out to make me come, he’s doing it to get me ready to take him.
Moaning louder only spurs him on. Every twitch and wiggle my body gives makes his smile spread. For once his cocky demeanor doesn’t grate on my nerves, it turns me on.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I whimper, fingers greedily reaching out to thread into his thick head of hair. My hips rock up, chasing the building pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Apollo grips my thighs, roughly pushing them down into the mattress. He holds me in place, relentlessly circling my clit with his tongue while fingering me hard and fast. The wet sounds of my arousal combine with my gasping moans and it all becomes too much.
I combust, bursting at the seams.
The pleasure swallows me whole, consuming me while Apollo works me through every crashing wave. I’m panting by the time he stops licking, watching with dazed eyes as he standsup. He walks away from the bed without a word, and I almost think he’s leaving me like this when I realize he’s grabbing his pants from the floor.
He pulls a gold packet from his pocket, dropping the slacks once more. If I wasn’t so high on my first orgasm, I might be nervous. Hormones overthrow any sort of reluctant animosity I tried to maintain before, and all I want is for Apollo to give me another earth shattering climax.
“Take your bra off, or I’ll rip it off,” he instructs on a growl.
I act quickly, pulling the lace cloth over my head without argument. My breasts bounce as I drop my head back onto the bed, nipples growing stiff in the open air. I can feel that my hair is a mess of waves, sprawling all over, but I’m too turned on to care.
“Perfect,” he comments, his cold blue eyes soaking up the view.
I blush, but refuse to melt for a singular bit of praise. “Glad you approve.”
