Page 120 of Savage Empire

“Top marks,” he drawls, catching the hint of sarcasm in my tone. Like he’s as eager as I am to continue, he drops his boxers.

Oh fuck.

Of course he has a porn star dick. You don’t have the unmatched confidence of Apollo Moretti without the package to back it up. That’s why it’s calledcock-iness.

Apollo’s dick may just be the most intimidating and tempting thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Long and thick, cut, with a slight curve…Jesus Christ.He has to be at least nine inches, and the girth is nothing to ignore. No wonder he warmed me up with three fingers.

“Top marks,” I whisper, almost chuckling to myself.

“Glad you approve,” he echoes my earlier sentiment.

No more time to waste, Apollo rips the foil packet with his teeth, making quick work of it before rolling the condom over hismassive cock. I’m buzzing with anticipation, wishing he’d move even faster. I want to skip to the part where he’s balls deep inside of me, trial bet be damned. He’s going to feel so good, and it’s been so long since I felt the kind of pleasure I know he plans to inflict.

Stepping between my legs, feet still on the floor, Apollo grabs underneath my knees and pulls, planting my ass at the very edge of the bed. He fists his thick length, leaning forward and slapping it twice against my clit.

I squirm helplessly, breathing hard. “Don’t take it easy on me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Then he’s nudging at my core.

Holding his cock in one veiny hand, he guides himself forward, lining up at my entrance. He thrusts forward without warning, notching just further than the tip inside. I gasp at the delicious stretch, eyes feasted on where our bodies have become joined. Using the slick arousal of my pussy, he’s able to slide deeper easily.

“F-fuck,” I gasp, hands flying forward. One finds my thigh, holding on for stability while the other clasps around Apollo’s wrist. He’s holding my waist, using the placement for leverage to buck further into me. “Fuck, keep going…”

“You want it all?” He rolls his hips back and shoves them forward. “Yeah, yeah you do. Look at how accepting this little cunt is.”

Oh hell.My walls are already trembling, trying to adjust to his sheer size and power. It feels so good, the pinch of pain mixing with the carnal pleasure in the most intoxicating way.

His cock reaches a new depth, his balls tapping lightly against my ass. Like he’s been waiting for that specific sensation to truly begin, Apollo moves. He forgoes any sort of warm up, taking my recent words to heart. There’s no taking it easy on me as he adopts a ruthless rhythm. He thrusts in and out of me likea man starved for a hard fuck, all of my nerves lighting up as he moves.

“Godddd,” I whimper, eyes threatening to roll. My body welcomes him happily, accepting his punishing pace. Waves of satisfaction and delight roll through me with each new punishing thrust forward.

Apollo groans in return. “Fuck, you feel good.”

“You’re so big,” I whine, feeling like I might rip apart if he stretched me even a millimeter more.

“And you’re taking every fucking inch,” he returns appreciatively.

We bask in the shared pleasure for minutes, maybe tens of them. I don’t know how I avoid orgasming, but I can’t deny how fucking good this is. It’s amazing, and somehow, not enough.

I want more, and I don’t even know what that would look like. His pace is perfect, and I don’t want him to toy with my clit. I know I would burst in a second if he did, and I’m not ready for this to be over.

“It’s so good,” I whimper, unashamed to admit it. I’m too drunk on him to pretend he isn’t blowing my expectations out of the water. He’s making me eat my words, and I can’t even be upset about it.

I wiggle my hips down, trying to get even closer.

“There’s a good girl,” he groans in appreciation. “You like that?”

My eyes threaten to roll back. “F-fuck.”

We rock together even more, pleasure building and building. It feels like a dream, like a fantasy I’d imagine while touching myself. It’s never truly felt this good for me, nor this consuming. I always assumed my imagination would be the best thing I’d ever felt, but I was wrong.

“Hands and knees,” Apollo orders, suddenly pulling out.

My stomach swoops and I stumble to obey, flipping over without any grace or poise. I move to the center of the bed so he can fit behind me, wishing he would move faster. His knees dip into the mattress as he situates himself behind me, grabbing my hips to line us up.

The horniest, most primal parts of me decide that they’re done hiding.

I need him closer. All of him.