Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I stroke her warmth, wetness seeping out as I thrust my fingers in and out of her slick hole, diligently making her ready to explode the minute I enter her.
Her eyes slam shut, and I feel her fingernails graze across my back. She is getting close. Daphne’s inner walls clench down on my fingers as she trembles beneath my weight.
Lowering my mouth again, I lick her some more, determined to have her scream out my name by the time the night is over. I have every intention of making her come for me over and over again. I need to hear my brother’s name repeatedly so she can help brainwash me into believing I am now Apollo. I need to become him. I need his name to be beaten into my body and soul.
Gradually, I climb back up her body, her eyes lazily opening as she refocuses on me.
“Do you want me?” I tease, my voice coming out heavy and thick.
“I do. I do,” she begs. “I’ve never wanted you as badly as I want you right now.”
Daphne’s hand finds my cock, stroking the head, her thumb grazing the tip as it glazed with pre-cum. Her fist glides up and down over my shaft.
My hard cock aches with the need for release. The feel of her soft fingers and firm grip makes me struggle not to just fuck her brains out right then and there. I fight the urge to let her gain all control.
With her hand stroking me, I place my hand above hers, poising the head of my cock at her entrance.
She loosens her grip, allowing me to take over the moment I push slowly inside her tight little pussy.
“Bend your knees,” I command, wanting to get balls deep in that body of hers.
Daphne does as I say, allowing me to move deeper at that angle. Her eyes shut and fingers claw at my back as I roughly thrust into her, nearly tearing that tight little hole of hers.
Slowly, I withdraw before sliding my cock further into her pussy, even deeper than before. “I want to keep you forever,” I whisper against her ear.
“Do you forgive me?” she asks. “Is my punishment over?”
I lick a path down her neck to her collarbone. “Consider your penance paid. But never betray your husband again.”
Daphne nods, her tightened grip on my back ceases, the pain from my deep thrusts turning to pleasure as she relaxes beneath my weight, curling her body around me, dragging her legs over mine, bringing me deeper into her warmth as she meets my thrusts with her own.
“Keep me. Keep your loyal wife forever,” she pants as I drive into her with more force.
She leans up, crushing her lips against mine, her fingers tangling in my hair as my cock spreads her wide.
I feel her insides tighten around my shaft.
She’s close.
She’ll be screaming out my name.
Harder, I fuck her.
Harder, I push in and pull out.
Harder. Faster.
I reach down between us, two fingers stroking her clit, determined to set her tiny bundle of nerves on fire as I dominate her pussy.
Her insides shudder and her grip on me clenches down, moaning as her head lolls back and she arches from the mattress.
“Apollo,” she screams. “Apollo!”
I continue on.
I’m a greedy bastard and will not stop until she comes again.
I fuck her with more fervor than before. In and out. Punishing that tiny cunt of hers until she’ll have to beg for me to stop.
Feeling her body coming undone a second time, I allow myself to let go, spilling my completion inside of her as she continues to murmur my brother’s name.
My name.
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
Daphne
Waking up in a soft bed with fluffy white pillows all around my head is a luxury I’ll never take for granted again. It’s a far cry from waking up naked on the bottom of a cage.
The cage… It’s gone.
I blink away my sleep to make sure I’m seeing what I think I see and scan the room to make sure I’m still in the room we’ve been in. Everything is the same except the missing cage. Turning my head to look at Apollo, I notice he is also gone. Even through a caffeine deprived mind, I see that I slept through both the cage and Apollo leaving the room.
Sitting up, not sure what to do next, I’m surprised and happy when I see a pair of my jeans, a white shirt, and flats waiting for me at the foot of the bed. Not only is the cage gone, but Apollo is not going to make me remain naked any longer.
After getting showered and ready, I decide to go find Apollo. I’m assuming he’s still inside the manor, but I can’t be sure of that. I’d find it shocking that he’d leave me alone without a note or waking me to tell me he had a meeting or something. Although I’ve been to Olympus several times for events, I’ve never really walked the halls or had free rein before. The place has always given me the creeps, and this time is no different. Portraits of dead ancestors line the hallways, the furniture all appears to be antiques, and there is a smell of…ghost in every nook and cranny. Most certainly this house is haunted. There is a ghost in the attic. I know it. I swear that every single family event outside on the expansive yard, I’ve seen the curtain in the attic window move. Every single time. None of the Godwins seem to mind the ghosts, however. I guess they have no reason to. They are all related.