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  As he pushes me down, he thrusts with his hips, forcing his cock to go so deep inside of me that I can’t help but scream. By now, the driver probably knows what we’re doing back here… And what do I care? It just makes me even crazier for Apollo’s cock. With a grin on my lips, I look over his shoulder and peer through the window, watching the scenery unfold right in front of my eyes. Outside, hundreds of people go about their daily lives as we roll by them, completely unaware that the black stretch limo that’s passing them by has two people fucking on the inside. Thank God for tinted windows.

  “You like it, don’t you? To fuck like this… while people go about their lives just a few feet away from us,” he tells me, running his hands to my ass and squeezing my cheeks.

  “I do,” I respond, grinning. It’s true; I’ve never been one for crazy sex situations, but I guess I can acquire a taste for it. Oh, yes, I can. “But I also like being with a man old enough to be my father,” I tell him, grinning as if I have gone completely mad.

  “I’m not that old,” he responds, grinning back at me and thrusting even harder than before.

  “Well…” I say, trying to speak between hard breaths. “You could be my stepfather then… I could call you daddy all the same.”

  “You’re a wicked one, Ashley…” he tells me, slapping my ass hard as he keeps on thrusting, his thickness completely demolishing my insides. “If you were my stepdaughter… I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you,” he continues, letting go of my ass and taking both his hands to my breasts, squeezing them eagerly. With his hands no longer on my hips, I resume the sway of my hips, riding him as hard as I can. Beads of sweat are already pooling on my forehead, but that only makes me go even harder.

  “I wouldn’t stop teasing you until… Until you fucked me, Daddy,” I grin, rocking my hips so hard that beads of sweat have already started to trickle down my back.

  “Oh, that wouldn’t take long,” he shoots back, matching the sway of my hips with a fast sequence of hard thrusts. I open my mouth to say something, but the words die in my throat as my whole body starts to tense up, Apollo’s violent thrusts numbing my mind and delivering me into the hands of ecstasy.

  “Oh, fuck… Oh, fuck…” It’s all I manage to say, my pussy tightening around his cock like a vice. Leaning into him, I feel my hair cascading down my shoulders as I shut my eyes; I place both my hands onto my chest and I dig my fingernails into his skin, hard enough to draw blood. He doesn’t even react to the pain I’m inflicting; he simply keeps on thrusting and thrusting, lighting the fuse and forcing me to blow up like dynamite. “FUCK!” I shout, a violent seizure taking over my body. Pleasure is raging through my veins and completely demolishing every single one of my nerve endings. But he’s not done yet… Oh, no, far from it.

  I’m still coming, all of my muscles twitching, when he places one arm around my waist and pushes me to the side. I roll to the seat, his cock popping out of me, but he doesn’t allow me a moment’s rest; pulling on my waist, he forces me to go on all fours and then kneels himself behind me.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he starts, slapping me so hard across my ass cheeks I can’t control myself and let out another high-pitched scream. “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, Ashley…” he continues, once again laying his hand heavily across my ass. The sound of the palm of his hand hitting me square in the ass caresses my eardrums and, instinct taking the steering wheel, I thrust back at him, eager to feel his cock inside of me once more.

  Even though my heart is pounding so loudly I can barely hear a thing, I still hear him kicking off his shoes and pulling off both his pants and boxer briefs. Now completely naked, he kneels behind me again, placing one hand on my waist while, with the other, he grabs his cock and angles it at my wetness.

  “Do it…” I beg him. “Do it…” This time, he doesn’t torture me; instead, he presses his fat glans against my drenched folds and, with one quick thrust, he slides his thickness all the way inside my pussy. I moan as I feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate his massive shaft, but that doesn’t stop me from swaying my body, rocking it back and forth and thrusting against Apollo’s cock. “Harder… Harder! HARDER!” I pant, rocking my body against his until I’m sweating as if I just finished running a marathon. No, make that two marathons, back to back. Whoever said that sex could be an exhausting workout, didn’t know the half of it.

  Apollo fucks me so hard that if you ask me my name right now, I’m not sure if I’d know the correct answer. I don’t think I have ever felt anything this amazing… Screw drugs, or religious transcendence. No, my path to Heaven or Nirvana is Apollo’s cock.

  As he rams his cock inside of me, he takes one hand off of my ass and lays it down again, slapping me so hard across both cheeks that I’m sure I’ll be sporting a red mark all day tomorrow. Not that I mind; in fact, I appreciate having a memento of the limo ride of my life. He does it again and again, smacking my ass so hard that my cheeks grow numb, and then he keeps doing it. The sharp sting of pain travels all the way up to my brain but, by the time it gets there, it has already turned into full-blown pleasure.

  “I’m going to… I’m going to…” I try to speak, but it’s almost impossible for me to do it.

  “Come, babe… Come for me,” he finishes my sentence and urges me to jump into the abyss of ecstasy, and that’s exactly what I do. As I prepare to surrender to a gigantic wave of pleasure, he grabs me by the hair and pulls on it, forcing me to throw my head back; as I do it, a wild scream explodes in my mouth and I come like I never did before.

  My whole body is burning and, if I managed to open my eyes, I wouldn’t be surprised to see real flames engulfing me. My nerves endings feel like they’re being stabbed by small needles of mind bending pleasure, and even my bones seem to be rattling. Both my heart and lungs are working to their full capacity, struggling to get the air in and to keep the blood flowing through my body, keeping my muscles fed as they tremble and twitch.

  All strength leaving my body, I go down from my hands onto my elbows, but I can’t even maintain that position. I collapse on the seat completely, Apollo’s cock popping out of my pussy as I lie down on my stomach. Suddenly, a spark of rational lust takes over me and I turn my face to the side, looking at Apollo over my shoulders. He’s still on his knees, towering over me and breathing hard, and I give him my wickedest grin.

  “Come… It’s your turn… Come for me, Apollo,” I whisper, my voice quivering and sounding frail and spent. “I want your cum all over me,” I add, the words coming out of my mouth before I can stop them. Grinning back at me, Apollo grabs his cock with one hand and, without blinking, starts to flick his wrist and move his hand up and down his length. He strokes himself with furious movements, his eyes roaming over my naked body, and it doesn’t take long for his massive member to start spasming against his coiled fingers.

  Hissing through his gritted teeth, he finally starts to cum; a thick rope of white semen flies out from his cock and hits me straight in the back. A heartbeat after that, his cock starts gushing cum so hard and so fast that strands of it are now crisscrossing on my back and ass, covering both my cheeks. My skin prickles as I feel drops of it going down my crack and pooling on my hole, and still he keeps on shooting. I never saw a man cumming this much and, to be honest, I didn’t even think it to be possible. I mean, where the hell does he keep all these gallons of cum?

  A few more spasms from his cock and it finally eases up, the last drops of semen dripping down from his tip to his fingers. Breathing harder than before, he lets go of his cock and with a wild and savage grin on his face, he leans into me. I only realize what he’s doing when he crushes his mouth on my lower back, scooping up the cum that has pooled on my dimples with his tongue.

  I shiver as I feel the touch of his lips and tongue on me, his mouth gliding over my cum-coated skin. He kisses and licks all the way up to my shoulder blades, and then he comes back down until his lips are dancing on the c
urve of my ass cheeks. I hold my breath as he moves over to my crack, tracing the line between my cheeks with the tip of his tongue. With boths hands on my cheeks, he spreads them wide and then presses his mouth against my hole, jabbing at it with my tongue. I moan as I feel him sucking, his tongue working me as he scoops his own seed, forcing me to close my eyes as a pleasant dizziness settles in my brain.

  Only when he pulls back from me and sits up on his seat, do I realize that I’ve been holding my breath all along. I sigh heavily and, summoning whatever strength there is in my body, I go up and sit next to him. I look at him with a silly smile on my lips, and he smiles back at me; leaning in, he brushes his lips against mine, and I can feel his cum there, the raw manly flavor of it crawling all the way up to my head.

  “You were right… No one ever fucked me like this,” I whisper at him, and he simply smiles, not saying a word. He doesn’t need to. Right now, all words are a mere accessory to the happiness tap dancing inside my heart.

  Apollo Kane, I can’t stop blessing the day our paths crossed.

  10

  Apollo

  My alarm beeps quietly, growing louder by the moment, and the lights in my bedroom slowly turn on, growing a little brighter by the moment. I hate mornings, but at least the architect for my home made it as easy as possible on me.

  I push the button next to my head, the alarm dying away but I hear something else…

  Oh god, it’s Ashley. I blink at her, trying to figure out how she appeared in my bed. I don’t let women spend the night. Ever. After I give a woman (or four) the fucking she wants and deserves, I send her home. My driver knows to take the women wherever they want to go, and give them a gift of a bottle of wine as my thank you to them. It staves off any hard feelings and I don’t have to worry about them mistakenly thinking that I want a long-term relationship with them.

  I don’t do long-term, and I don’t do sleepovers.

  She shoves her hair out of her eyes with a sleepy smile. “G’morning,” she says around a yawn. “What time is it?”

  “6 am.”

  She nods sleepily and then pads into the bathroom for a minute. When she comes back, she’s considerably more awake, and more nervous. I’m flipping through my phone disinterestedly, checking to see how the stock market faired overnight, but I can’t keep my head in the game. I just don’t know what to do with a woman in the morning.

  Finally, I make a decision. I have to get rid of her. It’s what I should’ve done last night but didn’t. My bad, and time for me to fix it now.

  I pull up my messages app and begin to type out a message to my driver when I feel Ashley crawling across the bed toward me. I look up, grumpy from being off my game, from being interrupted while texting, to find Ashley staring at me, a small smile playing on her lips.

  “If you’re anything like me, you’re not sure why the hell I’m still here in bed with you. I should’ve left last night.” She pauses and waits for me to respond. Finally, reluctantly, I nod my head. “Now, you’re probably telling your driver to get his ass out of bed and drive me home and get me out of your hair, right?”

  I jerk my head in acknowledgement. Fuck, I’m not too happy with how this conversation is going. “Well, how about if I make you a deal, Mr. Boss Man?” She runs her hands up my legs, straight toward my cock, and then wraps her hands around its massive width. She licks her lips appreciatively and then looks back up at me. “I’ll suck you off and give you a happy start to your day, if you’ll put your phone away.”

  She’s stroking her small hands up and down my hardening dick and of course, there’s no fucking way I’m turning down a blowjob so I set my phone off to the side and then lie back on the bed. “Let’s see if you make it worth my while,” I breathe, and settle back, my hands stacked behind my head.

  Turns out, Ashley can suck cock like a porn star. Her cheeks are bulging every time she tries to take me into her mouth and even though she can hardly get me into her mouth, she tries gallantly anyway. I begin bucking my hips into her mouth and I can feel my cock sliding down her throat and she’s moaning around me, the vibrations sending shockwaves through me.

  “Oh yeah, that’s it,” I growl and I grab the back of her head and push her further down on me, wanting all of my cock to feel the heat of her mouth. “Suck it. Suck it hard. You like it, don’t you? You like me treating you like a slut.” She nods her head, her mouth stretched wide around my cock, her moans getting louder by the moment.

  I can feel it begin to gather, the tingling throughout my body. I’m gonna blow, and I’m gonna blow hard. Will she be able to suck it all down? Probably not, but I’ll test her anyway.

  Then I can’t hold back anymore and I push my hips up into her mouth and I’m shooting ropes of cum out of my cock and it feels so fucking good—even better than last night.

  She’s swallowing and licking and swallowing and licking, cum dripping off her chin and onto my stomach but she’s still valiantly trying to catch it all.

  Finally, I collapse onto the bed, finished, and she grins at me, a Cheshire grin and says, “So, Mr. Boss Man, how did I do?”

  “I suppose I’ll forgive you for still being here this morning,” I say expansively and then wink.

  Yes, wink. Who is this guy and where did he come from? I don’t wink at the girls I fuck, and I don’t sleep with the girls I fuck.

  Except for girls named Ashley Miller, I guess.

  “So how does a girl like me get food in a joint like this?” she asks, sitting cross-legged on the bed, her shaved pussy exposed and visible for me to leer over. She seems to have no inhibitions, which makes me think about what I can try the next time I get her prone in my bed. Or in the shower. Or the hot tub. Or the kitchen…

  I feel my cock harden and I pull the sheets over to cover up the evidence. With this buyout still in transition, I have a lot of work to do today, and I can’t fuck Ashley again, no matter how much my cock wants it.

  Ash, watching my movements, knows exactly what I’m doing. She grins at me. “Hey, horn dog, you haven’t told me yet how to get some food to eat.”

  “Pick up the phone and dial 9. My assistant will answer. You can order whatever you want and it’ll be delivered to the front door.”

  “Niiicccceeee…” Ashley breathes out, and then crawls over to the phone, her ass high in the air. She gives it an extra twitch and then looks at me over her shoulder, tossing me a naughty grin.

  But I cut off my responding smile. I can’t. Not this morning. I have shit to do.

  I head to the shower. It’s time to get my game face on.

  11

  Ashley

  The ride to work is weirdly quiet. I mean, this morning has been a little weird, but the blowjob did the trick. We are back to just being fuck buddies.

  Or whatever the hell it is that we are. We haven’t exactly had a discussion about the status of our relationship, for fuck’s sake. I’m happy with where we are, and even if it weirded me out to find myself in Apollo’s bed this morning—I’m sorry, I cannot call him Mr. Kane, not after what we did last night—I got over it. A nice round of sucking cock will do that to me.

  But now…he’s in his power suit and I’m in a totally new set of clothes myself, down to the sexiest pair of red lace panties and bra I’ve ever laid eyes on, and there’s this…gap between us. In his house, we can fuck and laugh and we’re equal.

  At work, though, we’re not. He’s my boss and I’m his employee and he’s busy trying to fire me.

  Or not. I didn’t ask him last night or this morning. I just didn’t want to. We were so happy, in our little bubble, you know?

  But that bubble is burst, and I’m covered in the soapy residue.

  The limo pulls up to the curb and I scramble out, not waiting for the driver or Apollo to help me out. I am my own woman. I can get out of the vehicle without help…

  No matter how nice that help is.

  I push that thought away and hurry in the front doors. Maybe if I put enough distanc
e between Apollo and myself, no one will notice how I got to work.

  Natalie rushes over, ten minutes early to work. Of fucking course. The worst joke someone could play on Natalie would be to delete her complex set of alarms and calendar notifications that rule her world.

  “You…him…you spent the night?” she hisses.

  I ignore her question. “What’s going on?” I ask, looking around the open room. It doesn’t look like anyone is working this morning anymore than they were working yesterday morning. Two days of non-productivity is…not a good thing.

  At this rate, we’re not going to have a magazine to put out this month, no matter what Apollo and the board decides to do.

  “C’mon, everyone else is over here,” she says, and tugs on my hand. I follow her to the group of staff writers, all milling around together, gossiping.

  I look up to find Apollo’s eyes pinned on me. He’s standing over with the managers and…

  There’s hurt in his eyes, just for a moment, just long enough that I think that maybe I really see it and then it’s gone and I think maybe I was just imagining it.

  But no matter what I was or was not imagining, this gulf between us?

  I’m not imagining that.

  A manager—I think he’s a part of the photography department? I’m not sure—steps forward and claps his hands together to get everyone’s attention. Everyone is so tense, it’s like setting off fireworks; he has everyone’s total attention instantly. “Let’s get to work,” he says in a no-nonsense tone of voice. “We’ve all got shit to do.”