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)
I am an animal.
I am a stalker in search of its victim.
I am a woman who needs to be fucked hard by her man. Her man who has been missing in most of our marriage but now is found.
Not being able to hold back the fever that scorches me, I beg, “Please, Apollo. Please…”
“Please what?” he asks as he dances his fingers inside my core. “Say it, Daphne. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” I pant, desperately wanting to feel the orgasm that rests just beneath the surface, begging to be set free. But I need Apollo’s cock to make that happen.
“Say it, Daphne. Say what you really feel.”
“Fuck me!” I blurt out as a moan follows my command. “I want you to fuck me hard and make me remember the feeling between my legs for days. Make me sting. Make me hurt. Fuck! Fuck me!”
I am absolutely desperate at this point as his fingers hit a spot inside my pussy that has me gyrating uncontrollably. I need more! I need him so badly that I could lose my mind in a wild thirst for more if he doesn’t mount me and take me right now.
Merciful as he is, he does just as I need. Feeling his weight on top of me, I’m soon rewarded when his cock presses up against my opening and easily slides in with the aid of my wetness. Wrapping my legs around him, I hold on in fear that I’ll cede complete control over to the lust.
I am so hungry.
I have such a craving and an urge that only he can quench.
And with a forceful shove of his hips, he drives his thick cock all the way in, claiming me completely. Yes, yes, yes… I am his.
In and out he thrusts, deeper and deeper with each pounding action. My moans blend with his as our bodies merge as one. He is my commander in this war of lust, and my body will forever be his to order, to master, to lead toward completion.
“Fucking mine,” he groans as he powers into me, his muscles taut, his eyes glazed over. “Cry out for me, princess,” he demands. “Cry, princess, cry.”
As if I need the command, like a dutiful soldier, I do just as he ordered. A wave of warmth that has rested on the cliff since he took my nipple into his mouth finally releases. Pure carnality shakes through my body as I cry out his name… crying in the only way I ever want to cry again.
Tears of lust rather than tears of pain.
Moaning with each pulsation of decadence that attacks my pussy, I truly melt into an abyss of sexual heaven. With a few more thrusts, Apollo adds his own pleasurable moans, and he, too, joins me in our own utopian paradise.
Slipping my arms around his neck, I pull away enough to stare into his eyes. There is so much I want to say. So much I want to tell him. But right now, right this second, I enjoy the silence.
Apollo’s phone vibrates on the nightstand…and then again.
This time, he doesn’t ignore it, but reaches for it with a groan.
“I need to call my father,” he says as he flings his legs over the bed. “He’s been trying to reach me, and his patience is going to only last so long.”
My heart sinks. I want more cuddle time. I want more of him. “It’s Sunday. Can’t you take one day off from Medusa? Maybe we can go into town for shopping and lunch or something. I’ve never been to any of the little shops on Main Street. It’ll be weird to go inside with the ability to buy something and—”
“I can’t,” he says, walking toward his closet as he reads the text on his phone. “I need to deal with some business. Why don’t you go do that with your sister?”
I don’t like his answer. I hate his answer. It’s reminding me of our life before. Before the accident. His father always came first, Medusa came second, and everyone else besides me came next.
“My sister will be fine. She’s still recovering and has visible wounds to her face. She won’t want to go out in public for a while. But I do. Please? It’s sunny out. And you said a storm is coming soon, so shouldn’t we go out and enjoy the nice day while it lasts? We may be cooped up inside for a while.” I lower the blanket to reveal a breast on full display to tempt him. “Apollo,” I say as he turns to look at me. “Come back to bed. Let’s play.”
It’s completely unlike me to be so flirty and sexually open, but I’m having fun with it. The man turns me into an animal.
Apollo looks away, as if my tease does nothing. He pulls on his pants and pulls a sweatshirt on as if I’m not lying here naked in bed, willing and waiting. His attention is back to his phone as he texts something urgently with a scowl.