I’m still shaking, but Apollo’s presence has managed to calm me down. If he hadn’t showed up when he did… I don’t even want to think about it. No, it’s not that. To be honest, I can’t think about it. Right now, my brain is busy with something else: desire.

Adrenaline still coursing through my veins, I grab Apollo’s hand and guide him down the hallway and into my bedroom. I push the door open and, as we step inside, I know I’m doomed. He embraces me, and I surrender completely. I missed him so much that his mere presence is enough to make me dizzy.

He pushes me back until the back of my knees are against the bed, and then he lays me down on the mattress. Looking up at his towering figure, I feel myself growing wetter by the second, lust and desire making the adrenaline inside of my body serve another purpose than the old fight-or-flight response.

Something stirs inside of him as well, all the fire that inflames his thoughts flooding his cock as if it were a coiled spring. It hardens, warm blood turning his flesh into unbreakable marble. His cock fights against his clothing, thick and pulsing, yearning to tear itself free from binding.

Taking the lead, he leans into me and pulls hard on my dress, forcing it down my hips and legs. There is a ripping sound and, although it’s obvious that the dress is now ruined, I don’t care. Apollo throws the dress away and, moving like a panther, climbs on top of me, propping himself up with both his hands on the mattress. He stares into me for a long second before leaning in and, finally, kissing me.

I open my mouth in an instant, allowing our tongues to wrestle against one another hungrily, as if I have been craving this for too long; well, in truth, I really missed his lips. I lace his back with my legs, pulling his body closer, and let my hands slide down his stomach to his belt. My fingers curl around it and I pull his crotch closer to mine; with anxious and fast fingers, I unbuckle his jeans and pop out the top button, feeling his hardness pressing against the rough fabric.

Without bothering to undo the rest of the buttons, I simply press the palm of my hand against his belly and let it slide down under the waistband of his jeans, cupping his bulging shape over his boxer briefs.

Apollo yanks down on my hair, pinning me down to the mattress with one hand. He swallows in his desire and takes both of his free hands to my breasts, feeling the soft tan mounds there straining against his hungry fingers. He lets his hands take a life of their own, their downward movement guiding him over my firm belly and down to the untanned line right where my dark blue thong starts. He makes a claw out of his fingers and pushes it down as I raise my hips, allowing the thong to slide down my body easily.

Not bothering with any teasing, Apollo takes his hand and places it on top of my pussy, the shape of its lips making his heart and cock pulse in unison. He cups it, my fluids wetting his hand; he lets his fingers wander up and down and, finding it, he gently presses his thumb against my clit, tracing its outline with care.

My hips immediately start swaying, pushing my body upwards and into his hand, my pussy tightly pressing against his long fingers. Feeling my eagerness, Apollo places the open palm of his hand over my stomach and, gently pressing down, pins me once more against the mattress as, with his other hand, he parts my pussy lips wide and allows one inch of his finger to wander inside me. A moan tumbles out of my lips as he does it, as if I’m begging him for more, much more.

And he’s happy to oblige.

Feeling me wet and wide, he slides two fingers deep inside me in a hook motion, my inner walls tightening around his fingers as they ravage me. Moving only his wrist, he pulls his fingers in and out of me; he starts slow but, as he picks up speed, my hips strain upwards once more, as if I desperately need him to go as deep as possible. Responding, he ups the pace, my desire going at him like an electric current.

With shaky and out of control arms, I dart for his crotch with both hands, pulling sideways at the opening in his jeans and unzipping the rest of it with one fell zip. I pull down, grabbing at his jeans and boxer briefs at the same time; his cock jumps up as it springs free, long and thick... and ready.

I curl my fingers around his shape and start stroking him fast, my motion wild and uncaring. I’m gritting my teeth, grinding my pussy against his hand as a wild and ferocious purr of pleasure keeps growing in my throat. I’m out of control, and I love it.

Apollo pulls back his fingers and, leaning into me, presses his mouth against mine, his tongue darting hungrily inside my mouth. I take my hands off of his cock and claw at his back, forcing him to lie on top of my naked body, his cock brushing against my belly. Then, with a sideways motion, I make him roll to the side; with the agility of a cat, I jump on top of him and grab his cock with both hands, a devilish smile on my lips. I lean into him and start kissing all over his chest, each kiss of mine going lower and lower, from his belly to where I really want my mouth to be.

I pull my head back for a fraction of a second, guiding my mouth toward his shaft. I go down, my parted lips brushing against his glans gently, the tip of my tongue flicking at it teasingly.

"You want it...?" I ask him, looking at him with seductive and dangerous eyes.

Apollo grits his teeth, and I can see the answer bubbling up to his lips.

"I want it," he whispers as a grin dances on his lips, “and so do you.”

"Not good enough..." I tease him. "Tell me you need it."

"I need it," he continues, but then repeats himself, “and so do you.”

"I do,” I finally confess and, with that, I allow my mouth to go down, engulfing his pulsing cock. My head starts bobbing back and forth as, with one hand, I keep on stroking him, the other hand gently cupping both his balls with extended fingers.

Apollo's hands go to my head, feeling and guiding my movements. He grits his teeth, pleasure making his muscles tense up. With my lush lips tightly wrapped around his cock, I can almost feel his thoughts fading away as lust takes over.

He guides my head deeper down, my mouth sliding down all 12 inches of his length slowly until all of him is inside, my tongue lapping at his cock fiercely. I go back out slowly, my fingers never leaving his shaft.

I could remain like this for an eternity, ravaging his cock with my lips... But he needs more; grabbing me by the hair he makes me pull out, my wide eyes locking on his. His hands dart to my hips and he throws me to the side, making me lay belly down on the mattress. He climbs on top of me and, sliding one hand under my belly, makes me stick my ass up.

"Fuck me..." I whimper, my voice tinged with what sounds like begging. I raise my ass back in his direction, my back tracing an upward line toward him. He grins as I beg, and slaps my ass, a red mark appearing immediately as I moan loudly. "Fuck me, please, Apollo."

His fingers go under my ass and between my legs, rubbing against the wet lips of my pussy. I’m desperate right now; I need his cock more than anything. Luckily, he doesn’t want to make me wait. He presses his hips against me, the tip of his cock finding my wetness and, parting my pussy wide, slowly enters me, each inch of his earning a gasp from my mouth.

He’s going slow, but I want it all, and I want it here and now. I press my body back against him, forcing his cock to go all the way in one swooping motion, like a sword sheathed to the hilt.

I don’t need to say a thing; he knows what I want, and he knows how I want it.

He grabs me by the hips, both his thumbs resting against the dimples in my lower back and, holding my body still, he starts going back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of me furiously. My ragged breathing turns into wild moans, and these moans turn into low screams of furious pleasure. My fingers grab at the sheets hard, lines of pain and pleasure forming around my eyes. My lips are pursed, my teeth gritted.

He’s coming at me hard and mercilessly, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass growing louder as his cock keeps on ravaging me.

"Harder! Harder!" I scream out and Apollo obliges, upping his rhythm to a tempo so rough I’m amazed I can keep up with him. But not only can I keep up, I also want and need to keep going like this; I need to feel ravaged, to feel utterly and completely destroyed with a pleasure so intense it scorches all of my thoughts.

He wipes the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, both our bodies glistening with it. Apollo grits his teeth in effort as his body keeps on rocking against mine, my whole body hurting with the ferocity with which he’s fucking me.

"Yes... Yes..." I moan, over and over again, my head resting against the mattress as if I have no more strength left in my body to raise it.

“So… fucking… tight,” he groans and, even though I can’t see him, I can already imagine the wide grin he has on his face. He slaps my ass hard as his cock ravages me, my inners walls tightening around his member, each stroke of his driving us closer to the brink of madness. And he simply can't stop.

He’s fucking me wildly, my mind completely overwhelmed by the sensations jolting through my body. There’s no Ashley or Apollo right now; he’s simply a man, a wild one, hell bent on taking his pleasure in whichever way it comes. And I’m his prey.

"Don't..." He doesn't need to hear the rest of my words to know what I want, but I carry on. "Don't stop! Don't stop!"

He keeps going and going until my pussy tightens so hard around his cock it’s almost a miracle he still manages to keep on thrusting. He savors my tightness with each stroke, burying himself deep inside me and then retreating until only his tip remains in me. One final and deep stroke, and a wild scream scratches the back of my throat, bubbling up to my lips as a desperate cry of pleasure.

Apollo tightens his grip on my hips, keeping me in place as he fucks me into oblivion with a savage fury, my whole body spasming in a seizure of ecstasy. I twitch and spasm until all strength leaves my limbs, my body collapsing onto the bed completely spent.

Following after me, Apollo rests his body on top of mine, his cock still firmly planted inside my pussy, his chest and stomach lying against my back. He rocks his body against mine like that, his cock moving back and forth with a will of its own; Apollo’s rhythm only changes when the insanity of release takes over him.

I can almost feel the adrenaline raging in his veins, crawling under his skin and making him feel as if he’s about to burst. His muscles tense hard and, for a moment, he even stops breathing, his mind directing all vital functions to the only thing that matters right now—pleasure.

He groans, and I feel a current going from deep inside of him to his cock. He exhales between gritted teeth as his cock spasms violently inside me, his cum darting out and filling me up. He buries himself as deep as he can go, drawing a cry from me as he does it; he holds there, feeling the spasms of his cock spread through his whole body.

Propping himself up, he summons all his strength and manages to pull back, his cock slowing sliding out and springing free over my naked ass. Guided by instinct he takes his hand to the base of his member and starts stroking himself, his cum still gushing out as if it hadn't already done so.

I jiggle my ass sideways, as if telling him where the target is. He points his cock down, cum trickling down my back and falling over my ass, warm strands of it nestling between my cheeks and sliding down my crack. I feel the warmness of his fluids pooling on my asshole, and I keep on wiggling my ass as he coats my naked skin with his warm seed.

Apollo keeps stroking himself until the last drops fall on my body, my back and ass glistening with his thick semen. I look over my shoulder at him before collapsing once more, my arms and legs sprawled to the side and a tired but mischievous smile on my lips.

"So fucking good," I whisper against the mattress, loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah, babe... “ he whispers back, lying by my side. Leaning into me, he brushes his lips against mine. “With you… it’s always this fucking good.”