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He doesn’t stop. I cry out with each one, cling to his waist with my legs, locking them around him so he won’t ever stop. I don’t care about anything—the kidnapping, that I’m not on birth control, nothing. Only the merging of our bodies, his perfect beautiful body on mine, big and hard and warm and so strong, his cock sliding inside me and filling me until I can barely stand it, his breath on my cheek, his hands on me, one bracing his weight and the other cupping my face and caressing my breasts.

“Corinna,” he whispers, moving harder now, faster. “God…fuck, Corinna.”

“Apollo,” I whimper, legs crushing around him to keep him close, my hips now slamming up against his. “Don’t stop, Apollo, please, fuck, don’t you dare fucking stop.”

He’s groaning and growling now, and Iknowhe’s close. Finally, I’ll feel him wild and uncontrolled, feel him come with me, for me. It’ll be so beautiful.

“Fuck…oh god,Corinna…” He’s slamming into me, now, both hands braced. Fucking me with abandon, driving into me with power and wild release.

He roars, but instead of feeling him come, feeling the rush of his release inside me, he rolls backward. “FUCK!” he snarls.

“Apollo…what? Why?” I yank and tear at the bonds until it hurts my wrists. “Untie me, goddamn you! Why’d you stop?”

He’s on all fours, arched, heaving. “Bare. No protection.”

“I don’t care!”

“You would, later.”

“Come here,” I whisper. “Please.”

He looks at me, eyes tortured. “I have an unopened box of condoms in the bathroom. I don’t keep them in here.” A shake of his head. “I’ve never brought a woman here.”

“Later.” I writhe at the bonds. “Condom later. Just…come here. Untie me,please.”

He frees one wrist, then the other, and the moment I’m free I tackle him, using a wrestling move Duke taught me to flip him to his back. He’s stunned at the speed of it, and I take advantage. Sink onto him in one move, crying out as he penetrates me. I sink down so my ass slaps onto his chest.

“Corinna, wait…” he growls, but he’s helpless, his own need now taking over. His hands grip my hips and he thrusts.

“Trust me.”

He shakes his head. “I trust no one.”

I brace my palms on his chest and ride him, softly and slowly. “Trust me, Apollo.” I drape my breasts against his chest, kiss him. “Just try. Trust me.”

He’s tense all over, warring with himself, seconds from throwing me off of him—he will, I know it. He has a line, and he will not allow himself to cross it.

I’ve no intention of making him cross that line. Because he’s absolutely right. I can trust him that he’s clean, but pregnancy is another matter.

Now, I have one focus: his release.

I ride him. He’s wracked, taut, helpless to not move with me, but fighting the edge, pulling himself back again and again from it.

Finally, he grabs me by the ass and pulls at me. “I can’t…Corinna. I can’t stop myself.”

I slide off of him and crawl down his body, tits dragging at his skin, until I reach his cock. He arches up, watching me. I cradle his cock in my hands and pull it to my mouth.

He groans, a ragged, broken sound, as I take him into my mouth. He flexes upward, and his hands bury into my hair and tighten, gripping hard. “Oh fuck, Corinna…god.”

It’s a plea.

I pump his base and massage his balls and suck him until he starts thrusting, helpless not to, and I let him thrust into my mouth. He cries out, a breathless snarl, and his hips flex, lock upward, and I wrap my lips around the head and stroke him—not hard, not fast, but slow.Slow. Twisting downward strokes while I tongue the head of him and suckle.

“Ohfuck, Corinna…Corinna.” I taste it moments before he warns me. “Oh fuck, I’m coming.”

He floods my mouth, and I can’t possibly begin to swallow it all, don’t try. It spills out of my mouth and trickles down my chin, and I keep the slow pace of my stroking fists around his thick root. He comes more, and more, and I stop trying to swallow it, let it spill out of my mouth and back onto him, until he’s coated and dripping with his own cum.

I give him the same treatment he gave me: I don’t let him stop, I keep plunging my fists around him and suckling the trickling, leaking head of his cock until he’s going soft and jerks away from me, twitching and gasping.