by Abby Angel
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 h
e 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.”
69
Apollo
Five weeks.
That’s all it took before the bastards here have torn Ashley to pieces.
She doesn’t know that I know. I heard some weird noises, like a cross between a wild boar searching for truffles and the audience members at the last Beatles concert, and tried to figure out where they were coming from.
Ashley.
She’s sitting in the corner of the unused office, snuffling and blowing into a box of tissues.
I pull my head back out into the hallway and close my eyes.
Five weeks.
Every time I make a decision that affects her coworkers, they haven’t hesitated in making her feel their wrath. They think that just because she’s fucking me, she’s somehow deserving of this abuse, that she’s somehow responsible for my actions.
She’s not, of course. I came in here to turn this magazine around, not make friends with the staff. They may hate me for my decisions, but I knew that’d happen. I knew that from the beginning. I expect it; I almost welcome it. If I’m not royally pissing anyone off, I’m not changing enough to save a company.
But Ashley cares. It’s her coworkers and even if she wasn’t best friends with them all, it’s still fucking hard.
I head back to my office, not wanting to spy on Ashley any longer. The elevator ride up, the walk past my secretary’s desk…I’m not really there. I’m thinking about the time that Ashley convinced me to see an off-off-Broadway play, where the main lead sat on a chair and said nothing the entire first half of the play. Or the time that she talked me into leaving work early and going rollerblading with her. I hadn’t fallen on my ass that many times since I’d first learned how to walk.
And I’d never laughed that much.
Ashley makes me laugh. Other women made me feel good, other women fuck me in any position I want, other women agree to be my eye candy on my arm for the evening.
But only Ashley makes me laugh.
And now I've made her cry. In just five weeks, I’ve helped tear her apart.
I walk across my office and over to my windows to stare out, down the packed city streets. Millions of people on the streets, but none of them are like Ashley.
She’s one in a million, and I can’t lose her now.
70
Ashley
Okay, so I’m a sap. I know it, you know it, the Chinese delivery man knows it.
But here I am, at my desk, eating my overpriced Chinese food and contemplating a surprise for Apollo. He’s been working so damn hard lately, and I want him to know that even though this whole thing has been so hard, I…
Well, I’m falling in love with him. I haven’t told him that yet; what kind of angsty teenager do you take me to be? But I can’t help myself in feeling it. He’s just so damn sexy and thoughtful and commanding and loving…
Anyone would fall in love with him. Even Janice in Accounting, who I swear doesn’t even have a heart…she’d love him. If she knew him.
I push away from my desk and my overpriced Chinese food. I have the perfect surprise for Apollo. I’m gonna wait for him to leave his office, crawl under his desk, and then when he comes back, give him a surprise blowjob. Like every other male on the planet, Apollo adores blowjobs, and I adore giving them to him; his huge 12-inch cock in my mouth? How could I not love it? So I figure this is just about the most perfect way to tell him thank you.
To thank him for just being him, and for making me fall in love with him.
I ride up to the fourth floor and sneak past Mrs. Sanders who is busy guarding the photocopy machine from unwanted interlopers, putting my ear to his door for a moment before pushing it open. Coast is clear.
Hell yeah. I grin as I walk around behind his desk. He’s going to love it when I start to pull his zipper down and…
Hold on. What is that?
I crane my head to the side to read closer without touching the papers. Apollo has this spidey sense about people touching his shit, so I don’t dare move a thing. But…
"Divesting from Blush, Inc" is emblazoned across the top of the papers. It quickly delves into legalese that I swear even the lawyers don’t understand, but it's damn clear that Apollo is selling Blush.
He promised me he wouldn’t do that. He promised he’d return it to profitability and make sure it was stable before entertaining any offers to sell. He’d told me it would be at least a year.
He told me all of this last week.
He had to have been lying to me. Oh my god, he was lying to me. He couldn’t just decide to sell yesterday and do it today. Even I know that isn’t how it works. You have to find buyers and negotiate and find lawyers and draw up papers and…
Oh my god.
How long has he known? How long has he been fucking me while also fucking around with me and my life and my friends and my job?
I walk out of his office, blinded with rage and tears and anger that is vibrating through me so loudly, I cannot hear or digest or understand anything. I am anger. I am fear.
I am pissed.
I put my headphones in and walk home and ignore the world. Fuck the world.
And fuck the Wolf of New York. We all knew it couldn’t last, right?
Right.
71
Apollo
It's been two whole days and Ashley hasn't once dropped by the office.
Yeah, I'm a bit off because I haven't seen her, okay?
Normally, I don't let women affect me like this.
But fuck, I think I fucking love her.
What am I talking about? I know I love her.
But I'm not sure what's going on with that girl.
I tried sending her a few texts but didn't get an answer.
When was that? I'm pretty sure that was two days ago. Because after that I stopped by her desk yesterday.
That's right. I came down from my 4th floor office all the way to her floor. But for someone who hadn't seen me in a while, she didn't look too happy when she finally did see me.
Instead it was quite the opposite.
She looked at me, her eyes shooting daggers at me.
"Do you have a moment to talk in the conference room?" I remember asking.
"I'm sorry, I have a deadline, but is there anything you needed?" Ashley answered back, very politely. And very coldly.
She knew just as well as I did that I can't stand out there in an open office and ask her what's going on. And hey, there's a chance with a closed conference room that maybe I could show her how much I missed her.
You know, like pull my cock out and stick it inside of her.
But no, nothing like that even happened. I mean, sure, maybe it's pushing it thinking of the whole sticking my cock inside of her yesterday, but what about just a kiss?
I know what you're thinking.
&n
bsp; You're smiling to yourself and thinking of how the Wolf of New York is nothing more than a little lost puppy at this point, aren't you?
Yeah, well you know what I have to say to you when you fucking think that?
You really want to know?
Fine.
I think that maybe if you just asked her what was wrong and found out, maybe I could fix it. Because I fucking miss her.
I never really understood how much until yesterday evening when everyone was leaving work and I looked back on the day and realized how many times I was probably making a fool of myself by trying to talk to her.
And every time she gave me a look that started out with anger, then betrayal, then almost as if looking at me was too much she flounced away.
I mean, I don't usually go get coffee from the employee breakroom. I'm the owner of this place. I like to leave the peons with a place to congregate and think they have some control.
I went in there about nine times yesterday.
Each time I went in it was the same deal. Ashley was in there and she got quiet when she saw me. Her eyes looked at me like she absolutely hated me. Like the first day we met in the elevator. Then she looked like she was going to cry. And then to maybe keep me from seeing it, she ran out of the room, making some excuse.
I'm starting to think that something is very, very wrong.
And I'm going to ask her, right now.
We're in the employee briefing area—the same place they set up a podium for me to announce that I had just bought the magazine.
God, life was so much easier before I even met Ashley, wasn't it?
