Page 7 of Charmed By Apollo

“Hmm.” He moved his mouth away from hers, then traced it along her jawline, then lower to her neck. She moved her head back, and he licked at the sensitive skin under her ear, just as he pushed a finger into her.

“Oh, oh, fuck.” She bucked against him, pushing more of his finger into her. He obliged and slipped a second finger in. When his mouth closed around her throat and began to suck at the skin, her knees buckled. She braced herself against him as her orgasm washed over her.

Holy shit.

She’d never come so fast before. Did he use some kind of magic spell? And if that was what his fingers were like, well…

“Inside me. Now,” she panted. “Please.”

He grinned at her. “Well, since you said please…”

Grabbing her shoulders, he switched places with her so that her back was against the wall. She shimmied out of her jeans and panties, then kicked them aside. Lifting her up, he used the wall to support her, then wrapped her legs around his hips. He reached down between them to fist his cock and slowly guide it into her.

She held her breath as the tip of him fit snugly against her. Slowly, he lowered her down, inch by inch, on his cock. Thankfully, that orgasm had made her slick enough so that she slid down smoothly. Still, once he was seated in her, she still had to adjust to the feeling of being so full.

“You okay?” he breathed.

“Uh…” She took a deep breath and relaxed her body. She buried her face in his neck, getting a full whiff of that masculine scent of his. The intoxicating aroma was unlike anything she’d smelled before, and she had the most curious urge to sink her teeth into that spot between his neck and shoulder. She thought how nice it would look, her mark there, so everyone would see?—

“Geri?”

She shook her head from her trance. “Yeah…I mean, you can go ahead and…”

“Okay.” He slipped his hands under her buttocks to support her, then gave a tentative thrust. She gripped his shoulders for support, her fingers digging into his firm muscles.

“Go on.”

With a grunt, he pushed her back and then began to slide in and out of her. With each motion, he moved a little faster and pushed harder. She met his rhythm perfectly until they were both at an urgent, nearly neck-breaking pace. The movements, the friction, and his cock hitting her at just the right angle made her body pulse, the pressure building up to the inevitable. Her nerve endings were ablaze, the pleasure licking at her like little flames of fire, teasing her until she wanted to just combust.

“More,” she urged, rocking her hips at him. “I need…”

“Go ahead and come,” he encouraged between thrusts. “Let go. I’m here.”

Something about his voice broke something in her—and she let go. She cried out as her body shuddered violently, and she clung to him as her orgasm took over her body. He continued to thrust into her, riding out her orgasm with her, whispering dirty words to her.

“That’s it, come on my cock, baby,” he rasped against her ear. “That pretty pussy of yours is gripping me so tight. I wanna…Oh fuck, I’m gonna come soon.”

His cock pulsed inside her as he continued to thrust away. When his movements became erratic, she squeezed around him, eliciting a low groan. His cock pulsed, then filled her with his warm, sticky come. She wrapped her legs tighter around him as he grunted through his own orgasm, before finally letting go of her ass and bracing his hands against the wall.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured against her ear. “That was…something else.”

“Uh-huh.” Clearing her throat, she unhooked her legs from around his waist. Thank God for the wall was behind her because her legs—and perhaps her entire body—had turned to jelly. Glancing around, she found her discarded jeans and panties on the floor. “Excuse me…”

“What—oh, right.” He took a step back as she bent down to pick up her clothes.

As she began to redress, the lust and frenzy slowly drained from her brain, as well as the atmosphere around them, only to be replaced by awkwardness.

“So, that was?—”

“I’ll leave first,” she interrupted. “That way, no one will suspect anything.”

“Suspect?” he echoed.

“Yeah.” She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to put it in some semblance of order.

“Don’t you, like, wanna talk about this?” His brows slashed downward.

“About what?”

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