My dinner

RIX’s P.O.V.

Apollo gave me the drink, so I drank it. As well as him.

He lay me down on the table, and he smiled devilishly.

“My dinner…”

I smiled, but then furrowed after that.

“Could you just do it? God, stop withholding your actions! You're hurting my belly!”

Apollo runs his finger through my lips as he goes, “Shush.”

I bit my lower lip…

Then he placed the ice on top of me and then sat on me.

Now, he's slowly running through my body with the ice that he let me bring.

He ends when he reached my cunt.

Gosh…

Now his hardened cock is slapping my entering.

But instead of feeling like Apollo is giving me a hard time because he’s hanging the sensation in the middle of almost sex, I felt the lust even more— the hot drunken emotion.

I even moaned…

Slowly, he entered his, as his hands traveled around my legs.

This isn't just lust…

This isn't just sex.

This is something else, there’s more than lust in between his eyes.

But why is he trying to keep himself from feeling it?

Why is he hu