He is a very precise and stressful man.

  As I entered the penthouse, I heard the sound of crinkling bags and the repetitive opening and closing of the fridge.

  "Apple?" I called as I turned the corner to the kitchen. There were empty grocery bags all of the counter. She held the only on with anything left in it and was emptying its contents into the fridge .

  "What's this?" I asked.

  "Oh, hey! Well, you said you needed groceries and I got hungry so..." she glanced around the kitchen.

"Don't worry," she said, "it was your credit card." An adorable smirk was curving her lips and all I wanted to do was kiss them.

I slowly walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her body, her small hands clutching at the front of my shirt.

"How was work?" She asked. Her hair smelled of coconut. "Long? Stressful? Boring without me?"

"Pretty much," I chuckled, holding her closer to me. In this moment... in this precise second, I never wanted to let her go. If things never changed then I would die a happy man.

My only worry is that they will change. Today is day seven... and Apple will have no more use for me after day ten.

"Well, now that I'm here. How should we make the best of tonight?" Her soft voice was enticing, the curve of her lips drawing me in.

I let my fingers trail through her black curls, wondering how hard to pull them is too hard.

"On your knees," I ordered. Her gaze shot up to mine and excitement flashed behind the blue of her eyes. "Now."

She kept eye contact with me as she slid down to her knees, her hands gripping at mine for support. I gave her a wordless order to continue.

She knew what to do.

Slowly, almost painfully, she unzipped my pants and freed my cock. Her tongue lapped at the tip, teasingly. I ran my fingers through her hair, finding the perfect spot to grip.

I had a long and tiring day; Apple knew this. I am not going to stand here and wait patiently for her to satisfy me. Today she will not be pleasured.

She will be used.

I gathered a fistful of her hair and shoved her onto my 🦆 (for you, my readers :), fucking her face. Her eyes watered as she stared up at me but I knew she was fine.

She's too strong to sit idly by while I hurt her.

She worked her tongue over my cock, sucking her cheeks in, trying to keep up with my pace.

"Fuck," I groaned. A whimper came from her lips, vibrating through my cock. At my reaction she continued to whimper and moan, drawing me closer and closer to the edge.

Eventually it became too much and I gave it one last thrust before I shot my seed down her throat, and she milked every bit of it.

When I let her go, she fell toward, gasping for air. I wasn't done. She still hadn't felt her release. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the same room I had brought into on our first night together.

I made her stand in the middle of it as I sat down on the couch. She was in perfect few.

I sat and there watched how she swayed and her eyes flicked around nervously at anything but me. God, she's beautiful.

She only wearing shorts and a tank top, the thin material clinging around her hardened nipple.

"Take it off," I ordered and I could see her breathing become more shallow. Her hands trailed up her thighs and over her waste, her thumbs hooking onto her shorts as she slid them down.

She tried not to wobble as she slipped her feet out of them but I could tell her knees were week, wether from arousal or her being on them- I don't know.

Next, she pulled the tank top over her head, revealing her beautiful breasts. The only thing she had left on were her underwear but I let her stand there for a moment, my eyes trailing up and down her body.

I noticed her slightly rubbing her thighs together and grinned. Goddamn... gets me every time.

"Take them off," she grabbed her underwear and slid them to the ground, slightly less stable than before. "Spread your legs,"

Her cheeks burned pink, her skin flushed as she gawked at me, slowly opening her legs to reveal her pretty pink pussy.

I wanted so bad to touch her but this was for my viewing, not my tasting.

She stood there, vulnerable to both my eyes and the cool air. I knew she was thinking the same thing as I was. Having the same Deja Vu sense as I was.

Me on the couch... watching her beautiful body moan in ecstasy for me.

"I'm not helping you tonight," I sighed, getting comfortable on the couch, my arms draped over the back. "Do it yourself."

She stared, confused, but turned red once it hit her. Slowly, she brought her hands up to her breast, kneading them, pinching lightly at the buds.

Her breathing grew deeper, more sensual, as she pleasured herself. Wetness glistened at her pussy, aching to be touched.

I groaned as one of her hands slid down, rubbing her juices over the sensitive area. She pushed a finger in and let out a soft moan, her legs looking weaker than ever.

"Say my name," I ordered, my voice deadly and restrained. She pushed in another finger, her thumb started to circle around her clit.

"Oh Aric," she breathed, her eyes closing in ecstasy. She was pinching her nipple more harshly now, building up to the perfect orgasm.

"Again," I groaned, gripping the back of the couch in a sad attempt to compensate for what I really wanted to grab.

Especially since her throat looked so squeezable right now. She quickened her pace, pressing harder into her clit.

"Oh god, Aric," she moaned louder now, her orgasm growing near.

"Don't stop," I stood and walked towards her, my intrusive thoughts winning. I let my hand circle around her throat as she flicked her clit more harshly, wrenching sweet moans from her lips.

"The only thing you will scream is my name," I said, pinching at her neglected nipple. Her legs were shaking.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh-" she stiffened, "ARIIIIIIC," she screamed, her throat vibrating under my hand, as her orgasm tore through her, ripping through her very core.

I wrapped my arm around her waste as she collapsed into my arms, panting. I kissed the top of her head.

"Good girl," I whispered, then scooped her up bridal style and carried her to the bed.

My dreams will be anything but holy tonight.

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