Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 148

I neither forgive nor forget.

Apollo

Fucking hell. She was going to be the death of me.

Every second near her stole my goddamn air. My body had stopped being my own the moment I’d touched her, and now, watching her squirt over me like she didn’t even care, every ounce of control I had left was evaporating

She was breathtaking. Every arch of her back, every tremble every shudder of her thighs, every gasp and whimper, it was a symphony I’d been dying to hear. And seeing her like this, completely lost, and mine in this moment, my own cock throbbed so hard inside her.

I had been close before, but now, after seeing her squirt over me, soaked and unashamed, there was no way I could finish. I had to take my time. I had to watch her squirt again I had to memorize every detail, and burn it into my mind.

I kept my hands on her hips, gripping and keeping her exactly where I wanted. My gaze stayed locked on her flushed face.

“I want to see it again,” I growled, voice thick with desire.

She barely had a chance to catch her breath before I slammed my hips up into hers in a hard thrust. Her gasp hit me like a jolt of electricity, body jerking against mine.

“I want to see you squirt on my cock again, princess.”

“Mmmfffp!” Her eyes widened, overwhelmed. My hands dug into her waist, pulling her down onto me with every thrust. My own pleasure surged, every part of me aching to give in, but I held back. I needed to witness every spasm of her trembling body.

“I–It’s too much… I don’t think I can take it anymore,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away from me and the pleasure I was giving her. She actually thought she could escape it.

I didn’t stop. I didn’t even slow down.

My hand locked around her hip, dragging her back onto my cock. Every time she tried to retreat, I pulled her deeper, forcing her to take all of me.

“You can, princess,” I growled against her ear, my breath hot on her neck. “You’re going to.

Her body jolted at my words. She whimpered, trying to breathe through the waves I was tearing out of her.

I leaned closer, pressing my forehead against hers as I gritted my teeth, burying myself inside her. She trembled, moaning, hips clinging to me, and I couldn’t get enough.

She was mine, and I was determined to see her break again and again, to feel her lose herself entirely on me.

It didn’t take long.

“A–again!” she gasped. “Apollo, I want to-”

“You said it’s too much,” I murmured darkly, thrusting deeper just to feel that sharp gasp she always made when

I reached the end of her. “But you’re still taking it. You’re still soaking my cock.”

And just like that, she squirted again. Her body convulsed, squirming helplessly, eyes rolling back, mouth hanging open in helpless pleasure. I felt the tight squeeze of her walls around my cock.

Normally, I would have pulled away, waited until she came before letting myself finish outside her. But for some reason, I couldn’t. I looked into her eyes, dark and glossy with need, and spoke in a low voice.

I neither forgive nor forget

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“I want to cum inside you, can I?”

She froze for a moment, moaning weakly. Then, almost desperately, she nodded. “Y–yes, sir. Please, come inside me. I want to feel you inside.”

Fuck.

Her words pushed me over the edge. Her legs quivered violently around me as the tension built again. I lost control. My thrusts grew desperate, driving deep into her. With one final, powerful thrust, I came.

My body tensed, every muscle coiling as I spilled inside her. I groaned, shaking as my hips jerked uncontrollably. My hands stayed locked on her waist, holding her flush against me, feeling her tightness swallow me, milking every last drop as if she were squeezing me dry.

Even after I finished, her walls kept clenching around me, almost greedy.

She was spent, forehead resting lightly against the side of my neck. For a long moment, neither of us moved. The only sound was the soft rise and fall of her exhausted breaths.

Slowly, my hand slid up her back, fingers tracing the line of her spine as if I could memorize every curve, and inch of her. My touch lingered, careful, and reverent, before I reached for the tie binding her wrists. I removed it gently, my fingers brushing her skin.

“Are you okay?” I looked down at her, seeing her shiver at my voice.

She nodded, eyes half–lidded, drowsy. “Y–yes, I am. Thank you for helping me.”

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“And, I’m sorry,” she added, letting herself lean fully into me. “I should have been more careful…”

I said nothing. The car had rolled to a stop some time ago. My gaze drifted downward to the woman curled against me. My cock was still buried deep inside her, but I moved with care.

Sliding my hands beneath her, I lifted her just enough to free myself. The movement drew a faint, breathy whine from her lips, an unconscious sound of protest, as if she hated the sudden emptiness. A small amused smile touched my mouth.

Piece by piece, I fixed her clothing, smoothing her dress. My fingers were gentle, and tender, a stark contrast to the roughness I was capable of. I straightened myself, shrugged off my suit jacket, and draped it around her, shielding her from the cool night air.

I opened the car door, cradling her against me. I slid out, muscles flexing as I carried her with ease. Austin was nowhere in sight, he was smart enough to know when to appear and when to leave.

I headed toward the mansion, holding her close, her breath warm against my neck.

Anyone who hurt her today, anyone who even thought of hurting her again, I would make them regret it. Because she was mine, and I neither forgive nor forget.

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