Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 154

Who do you belong to, Grace?

Grace

“You’re mine. You’re my woman.”

Those words slammed into me harder than his thrust. They echoed in my head, over and over again.

I honestly didn’t know what I should’ve been more concerned about, the fact that Apollo was buried inside me so deep it felt like he was splitting me in half, or the fact that he’d said those words to me so easily, without even blinking.

I’d said them too, but I’d been wrecked at that point. I was shaking, dripping, practically begging for his touch. I’d been so close to coming on his tongue, his mouth all over my pussy, his tongue fucking me, his lips wrapped around my clit, that I would’ve said anything just to feel his mouth on me again.

I didn’t even know if it would work. The words slipped out before I could think. For the first time in my life, my heart moved faster than my brain and decided to speak for me. And the second they left my mouth, I panicked. I expected disgust, rejection, maybe that cold stare he was so good at. Because my man? What the hell was wrong with me? How could I call him that? Why would I feel something that possessive for a man like him, a man who didn’t belong to anyone?

It didn’t make any sense. But the thing that made absolutely zero sense at all, was what happened after.

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Instead of pulling away, Apollo dragged down his sweatpants and boxers like he’d lost all restraint, grabbed my thighs, and pushed into me in one hungry stroke.

I gasped at the feeling of him stretching me, filling me deeper than he ever had. My back arched off the table, legs jerking uncontrollably as my clit throbbed, trying to keep up with the sudden fullness.

He’d never gone in this raw or this deep before. It felt like he was rearranging me from the inside out.

“Oh my God!” I cried out as he drove even deeper, throwing my arms around his neck, trying to steady myself, but my body wasn’t listening. I squeezed my eyes shut as my juices ran down the back of my thighs, coating him completely.

His voice came back again in my head.

You’re mine. You’re my woman.

My stomach flipped. I didn’t know if it was lust or something darker, and I wasn’t brave enough to find out. Right now, all I could feel was him hitting that spot inside me, the one that made my vision blur and my body scream for

more.

God, his cock felt so good inside me.

“Fuck. You’re pulsing around me, princess.” Apollo groaned low in my ear, and the vibration sent shivers straight through me. He wrapped one arm tightly around my waist, pulling me flush against him, while the other hand gripped my thigh, spreading me open for him like I was his.

“Look at me. I want you to look at the man who’s going to ruin you for everyone else,” he growled, voice low and rough. He didn’t even move, and yet my body was already on fire. I could barely think, let alone speak.

I opened my eyes, meeting his lust–filled gaze. His hazel eyes were locked on me like nothing else in the world existed but me.

Fuck, I wanted him so badly. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I begged, my voice breaking with how desperate I

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was, “A–Apollo… please move, I’ll do anything.”

He looked at me for a moment before leaning toward me, his lips so close to mine that for a second I almost forgot myself and leaned in. But remembering what happened with the whipped cream, I forced myself to stay still, even with his cock still buried inside me.

Apollo’s eyes darkened, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly, like my obedience pleased him more than he expected. His breath brushed my lips as he spoke, “Who do you belong to, Grace?”

I tried to answer, but the hunger in his gaze froze me. I parted my lips, only for his thumb to drag teasingly over my clit. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, legs clamping around his waist, pulling him closer. But he didn’t give me what I wanted. He pulled out suddenly, the wet sound echoing across the kitchen. My body went rigid, a small, helpless whimper escaping my lips.

Before I could even process the sudden emptiness, he slammed back into me hard. I cried out, my head snapping back as he buried himself deep back, filling me completely.

“Nngh!” I moaned as his thrust hit pleasure.

e perfectly at my g–spot. My eyes rolled back, my vision swimming with

“It’s a simple question,” he demanded, his voice rough with urgency, as if my words alone could feed the craving inside him. “Answer me, princess. Do I have to keep holding back your pleasure until you finally say what I want to hear?”

Thinking about how he’d stopped his tongue the last time, right when I was about to come, I froze, panic flickering through me. I shook my head immediately.

If he did that again, I’d really lose my mind.

“You,” I murmured. “I belong to you, daddy. Everything about me belongs to you.”

I felt him tense suddenly, his body tightening, and a low growl rumbled in his throat.

“Fuck, you drive me insane, Grace,” he muttered. Before I could say anything, his large hand slid around my neck. It was not tight enough to choke me, but enough to hold me in place.

His lips crashed against mine, rough, and demanding. He bit my lower lip, forcing my tongue into his mouth, exploring my mouth until I couldn’t breathe properly. My hands flew to his chest, trying to push him back, but he was relentless. My lungs burned, every breath stolen as he kissed me.

When I gasped, struggling for air, he broke the kiss suddenly, taking one of my legs and resting it on his shoulder, leaving me leaning heavily against the table. My other leg curled around his waist without thinking, clinging instinctively as he positioned himself. My chest heaved, every nerve on fire, and without warning, he pulled out and slammed back into me.

“Ahhh!” I cried out, the sound tearing from my throat as he filled me, stretching me in ways I didn’t know were possible. The angle, and the way he pushed, hit that spot inside me perfectly, sending waves of instant, overwhelming pleasure through my body.

“Ohhh, Apollo! I’m—”

My head fell back, hair sticking to my flushed cheeks, and I couldn’t stop the broken cries spilling from my lips. I tightened around him, legs shaking violently, hips bucking uncontrollably as I came hard.

Waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me so sensitive that my hands clawed into the edge of the table, knuckles white, while my hips jerked and rolled against him on reflex.

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Even after the wave of ecstasy passed, I stayed clinging to him, legs weak around his waist, body slick and flushed. He was still buried deep inside me, I shivered at the feeling, heart pounding In my chest.

We haven’t even really started, and I’ve already come from just a few thrusts.

When I looked at him, my cheeks heated instantly at the proud, satisfied look on his face..

He licked his upper lip slowly, eyes dark with hunger, like I was his favorite dish and he was savoring the sight of

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“Get comfortable, princess,” he murmured, voice rough. “This is going to take a while. I’m going to make you feel every inch of me, until I’m satisfied.”

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