Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Skimming my fingers down his rippled stomach, I touch the head of his hard cock. “I want this. Now,” I command.
He pauses for a moment, gazing over my nude body as he does. “My God, Daphne. You’re more beautiful than I imagined a woman could ever be.”
Simply looking at his hard, thick erection brings on the beginning of an orgasm again by sight alone as I continue to stroke the tip with my fingertips. The mere thought of what’s coming almost drives me over the edge.
He leans forward, takes hold of my hips, and pulls me closer to him. Kiss by kiss, he lowers himself down until his face is inches from my sex.
“I could feast off this pussy all night.” He doesn’t wait for permission, but kisses my pussy, followed by licking my throbbing clit.
I tense at the intimate and tantalizing touch. Part of me wants to stop so we can just skip ahead to the fucking part of the night, and the other part wants the feeling to never end. He swirls his tongue in circles, lapping up every sign of my arousal. I moan with complete abandon. My body seems possessed by Satan himself. I have absolutely no power against him. Lick after lick, Apollo brings my body to another level. Just when I believe I can take no more, he thrusts his finger past the lips of my pussy. In and out he plunges, pulling gasps and moans from me.
I need more. So much more, and luckily Apollo doesn’t make me wait long. I gasp at the sensation of his cock finally pressing against me.
Closing my eyes in ecstasy, I dig my fingers into his shoulders as he presses beyond the tightness, entering me completely. The delicious sting is quickly replaced with an erotic pleasure that captures my breath.
He continues to place gentle kisses all over my neck and face while his thick shaft probes deeper within. The contrast of soft and hard pushes me toward that familiar edge. Sparks, electricity, pure animalistic need washes over me, drowning me in pleasure as we both rock each other into completion.
Chapter
Seven
Apollo
Daphne’s breathing hard as she whispers, “That was different. So different.”
“How so?” Warning bells are going off in my head. I don’t want her to catch on that I’m Ares, and getting this close and this intimate is a sure way of making that happen.
“You’ve never been so…demanding. So…determined.” She moves her face away from my neck so she can look me in the eye. “We’ve been so cold lately. Distant. I’m surprised by what happened. I didn’t think you and I were…compatible.”
Fuck.
What the hell just happened? Clearly, I crossed a line. I acted in a way very unlike Apollo.
I don’t know how to be a husband. Husbands and wives sleep in the same bed, so I made that happen even though it almost gave me away. Husbands and wives fuck, but now I’m second guessing that. I even put on pajamas when no self-respecting man would wear satin pjs and still have his own balls attached. My father’s idea, and his demand for me to make this happen, was starting to seem an impossibility. Me trying to be a husband is not working, and I’m not sure I can pull this off. I’ve never even been in a long-term relationship before. I haven’t lived with a woman, and I sure as fuck haven’t gone to bed with one unless we had fucked ourselves into oblivion.
I still lay on top of Daphne as we both regain our normal breathing, the bulk of my body crushing her tiny frame as the weight of the world crushes against me. This wasn’t planned. This wasn’t what’s supposed to happen. She’s my brother’s wife. Not mine.
Was my brother’s wife.
Was.
Yes, we have to remain married. I need to be a husband when I don’t even know what the fuck that means. I know I need her in my life to keep this ruse alive, but boundaries have to be set. I owe it to my brother. I do. I had no intentions of fucking her and actually enjoying it. That muddies the waters. That turns them pitch fucking black.
Did I just betray my brother while he’s not even in his grave yet?
Rolling off of her, I stand up and quickly dress in these ridiculous pajamas again. I don’t want to look at Daphne lying on my brother’s living room floor, no doubt looking sexier than she ever has to me before. So. Fucking. Hot. And she tasted so damn good. I’d be lying if I tried to deny the worst, fucking filthiest truth…
The woman does something to me, and as my cock twitches again for round two, I reach for her nightgown and toss it to her, still avoiding looking at her again.
There is a hard truth about what just happened.