Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 130

Keep rubbing your clit for me

Grace

God, help me. It felt like Apollo Reed was becoming a different person the more time I spent with him. He had always been strange, but not in a way I could easily explain. Everyone had their own quirks, their own patterns, but with Apollo, it was like peeling back endless layers.

He could be one person today and someone entirely different tomorrow. I never knew which version of him was real. All I knew was that the more time we spent together, the stronger his hunger for me became.

I used to think he’d get tired of me after the first time we did it, that his curiosity would fade, and I’d become nothing more than another fleeting desire. But I was wrong. Looking at his lustful face, the way his eyes devoured me, and the things he said, my clit throbbed, slick with need. I was soaking the bed by this point.

“Yes, sir,” I murmured, staring at him through the screen. I could see everything, every detail, every pulse of him. His cock was fully hard, enough to make my breath hitch. I couldn’t tell if it was the camera or if he was really that hard, but the veins bulging and the head flushed darker made my throat go dry. It looked like it would hurt if he didn’t do something soon, and just the thought made me swallow, heat curling low in my stomach.

My clit pulsated with the need to feel his cock inside me.

My fingers hovered just above my slick clit before sliding down slowly. The first touch stole my breath.

“A–aah…” The sound slipped past my lips before I could stop it. The sensation was sharp, and intoxicating. It had been nearly a week since I last touched myself, and my body trembled with need. Before Apollo, I could go months without this. But now, even the thought of him set my body on fire, leaving me desperate for more.

My fingers teased, stroking over my soaked clit. My own arousal made me dizzy, the wetness slick against my touch. My thighs pressed together around my hand, trapping it there.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my fingers moving faster, the pressure coiling deep with every filthy sound that slipped from me.

“Fuck,” He growled under his breath. “Just like that. Keep rubbing your clit for me. Pretend it’s my fingers making you come apart.”

His voice alone made my stomach twist. I bit down on my lip, heat flooding my cheeks. It was better when I imagined it was him. My body trembled, desperate; my head fell back against the pillow, hair spilling like a mess around me. Even without a single finger inside, it still felt too good. If it were him, he’d have forced my legs open, his thick fingers teasing my clit as he fucked me.

Oh lord!

I looked at him through half–lidded eyes, searching, pleading silently for his approval as my fingers kept circling my clit.

“Faster, princess,” he commanded, his voice low and rough. “Don’t be shy. Make those pretty sounds for me.”

“Nnhg…yes!” My fingers moved even faster, circling my clit until the pleasure burned hot.

I wanted him.

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wanted his cock buried deep, pointing into me imtil he’d tearranged my insides. I wanted him to pin the dosen, to take me however he pleased, to use me for his pleasure until I was trembling, punished, pleased, and undone. I wanted him to make me come again and again until I coddn’t even think

“D–daddy”

“Good girl.” Apollo growled, the sound of it sending a shiver down my spine. I could hear him swallow, hear the strain in his voice as he fought for control. “Don’t stop. Touch yourself like I’m there, like I can feel every slick inch of you. Keep your legs open. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

I opened my legs for him once again, my pulse hammering against my ribs. I bit down on my knuckles, teeth sinking into flesh to keep from moaning too loud because there were still people in the house. The last thing! needed was Eleanor giving me that I–know–what–you–did look tomorrow.

“Use your other hand, and give your nipples some attention, Grace.”

I obeyed instantly, one hand still circling my clit, the other gliding up to my breasts. My fingers found my nipples, pinching and rolling them. A shiver ran through me, a soft gasp spilling from my lips.

At this point, I was swollen and sensitive, trembling on the edge. I wanted to come so badly, but it still wasn’t enough. My body ached for more, for my fingers, or better, for his hard cock. Just when I was about to beg shamelessly, I heard his voice through the speaker.

“Put it in, princess.”

The moment he said it, I lost control My fingers sank into me with a wet squelch I knew he could hear. My hips jerked on their own, grinding down against my hand as a moan tore from my lips.

“Ohhh…” I gasped, trying to stay quiet but failing miserably. My thumb found my clit and I moaned again, louder this time, my body moving faster, matching the rhythm of my own need. I didn’t even wait for his permission before sliding in another finger. My body arched, my hips rolling as I rode my hand.

Maybe it was because I’d been teasing myself for so long, but this was different. It felt raw, and desperate, a hundred times better than anything I’d ever done alone.

“Ah–daddy!” I gasped as my fingers brushed that spot inside me, the sudden rush making my body jolt.

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